I would like to describe a small incident that happened long-long ago in a little kids life, he was told by his teacher how his country men fought for its independence and how the current politicians are looting the same country now, and how these little kids will have to serve the country once they grow up and become adults like the teacher. The kid dreamt of being an adult he thought he would at-least joint the military if not politics and do his contribution to the nation. He felt for it then. But slowly priorities changed as days passed by he just thought about his friends and the fun involved in hanging out with them, he was into high school now and he thought he was not grown enough to start thinking about the nation etc, I am not writing this to create a Yuva sort of a feeling in the readers I am just penning down the autobiography of this kid whose priorities changed rapidly. Let me get back now, in high school this guy at-least thought about his friends and group and slowly as days passed it became himself, his best buddy and his family. He didn’t give a shit for what was happening to others forget the country he wasn’t bothered about what was happening to the person saying in the adjacent room of his hostel. He got all his support that he needed from his best friend on campus so he never bothered to give a shit about what the others felt about him, now all of them are out of college busy with their own lives so busy that they don’t even have the time to talk to each other, now this kid feels lonely, he now thinks about what next in life who will replace his best buddies from college, perhaps a girl friend, that doesn’t seem to be working out in a environment where people are at-least five years elder to him or the typical DC’s. Now if I look back and think the way priorities changed in my life I see the same kid in me, perhaps all of u will be feeling the same. Within the next few years priorities will narrow down to only me and my family I suppose. Hard to digest but it needs to be digested at times. Now if my teacher who told me to serve the nation comes to me I can do nothing but bend my head in shame and say,” Mam, I have been selfish as that’s the key for survival”. Be selfish but do spare a thought to all the good people you meet in life, because they made you to the person that you are today.
Signing off
Kiddo
Bharat Bongu
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
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8 comments:
you can still be that kid. Its in your hands mate. what say?
there is a difference between accepting reality and losing hold over your own identity only if you let it be.
selfishness is not morally incorrect. its the basic premise of human survival. but note that your selfishness should wholly be focussed towards your benefit and not others' downfall, i.e, not impinge on someone else's liberty.
you can be a "kid" and still be "selfish". but personally, wouldnt confuse maturity with selfishness eh :)
P.S: girlfriend :D ?????
hmm easy 2 say kiki but amazingly tough to impliment..
i agree with u supt selfishness is not morally incorrect, being selfish is ur birth right :P
"just trying to recollect what we were thought in our school life and what all we are actually implementing"
Heh heh,...welcome to the adult world my friend...life can be summed up in a sentence....shit happens, just deal with it.
baaaiii... bongu bhai bade ho gaye!! ;) n girlfriend?? ;P
baaaiii... bongu bhai bade ho gaye!! ;) n girlfriend?? ;P
One more fantastic piece of article ,and a nice title too. I think there is a small area between selfishness and selflesness . I accept with keki , It is all in your hands buddy , You wish it , You do it !! You need passion and everyone of us will have one at a point of time . But it so happens that due to various reasons we get lost . May be the kid is just lost , and he can still do what he wants if he wishes to .
@action - too much shit in ps to handle with man, bastards never treat interns well
@gaurav gaupta - item saale do bhar kaiko
@polo- mukka artham aythe ottu. sweet ga kiki laga raayi history vaddu
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