The Rest of my life...

It is common belief that after a certain number of years, or at a certain age one reaches a level of maturity that helps them to decide what they want to spend the rest of their lives doing. Though there has been much discussion and debate on this under various pretences, one is yet to reach a concrete decision...

Hence, what exactly is the age when one decides, ‘Yes, I will become this’? All of us past that age, or those who have made that decision already know that it is not so much the age, rather the identification of one’s intrinsic abilities and talents that ascertains one’s goals and therefore, the future. One’s maturity is what counts.

Yet, this gives rise to a paradox question – Do we ever make that decision?

Is it mandatory for each one of us to? Can one not live one’s life by the day? This incertitude arises mainly because had it been such a necessity, there would not be so many disillusioned and wandering souls, would there? (!) I for one have not decided what I will become in future. I do not want to limit myself in any way, or bind myself to one line forever – which does not mean I will not completely devote myself to whatever I do! Rather, I want to try my hand at as many things as possible, have a happy career in a line I’m good in, and still keep my options open!!:) Moreover, when I say so, I am sure I am not the only one to be so. I am still to reach that stage when I feel that I can spend the rest of my life doing this. This discussion brings to my mind the very beautiful thought, “Variety is the spice of life”, which if I may, I would like to modify, as “Variety is the salt of life”, as spice is not needed half as much as salt!

History holds water to the fact that one person can be good at more than one thing in one’s life. One should strive continuously to find all those things that one is good at, and take advantage of one’s skill. One should hone one’s skills to perfection. Of course, it is a completely different issue that nobody is perfect! ;)

Therefore, I will spend the rest of my life without dwindling my time in thoughts such as “the rest of my life, I will…”

If Looks Could Kill...

A wary glance and an “Oh!” is what I’m generally regarded with when I mention that a majority of my close friends are boys. Then it leads to an unnecessary squeeze of my mother’s hand and a sympathetic glance towards her, followed by me running for the nearest exit, doubling with laughter, or me staring daggers at the intruder.

This scene takes place every time someone drops by to “see” me (as if Ito check whether I’ve grown horns, or sprouted a tail!); but the intrinsic (and sic) purpose being to hand me a list of things they want me to bring back on my next visit. People who don’t recognize us across the street turn up the moment I come home!

Yes, almost all my close friends happen to be boys, and contrary to that thought buzzing around in your head, I’ve never had a single “boyfriend”. I find it easy to get along with most people, but what really turns me off is narrow mindedness. Some people find it hard to grasp the fact that “boy” +”friend” ≠”boyfriend”. Back in my school days, after my board exams, I had a get together at my place, which was attended by around 11 boys, as the girls were too busy shopping, and holidaying (or worrying!); and had to endure the entire neighborhood peeking through their curtains… my mom had to grin and bear their “looks” for quite some time. The last time I visited my parents, our (suddenly-) friendly neighbor came to “see” me. My friend called up to ask when he could visit us, and I was blasé enough to tell my mom about it in front of her. Immediately, the neighbor exclaimed “How nice dear, I assume your parents will be there when you meet him?” That was the end of my patience – I glared daggers at her, wishing looks could kill, and retorted, “yes, they will, but only because he wants to meet them. My parents know me very well, and I’m glad to say that they trust me.”

In spite of such incidents, my parents and I have not lost faith – we still believe that one day our society shall wake up. But until then, people are just lucky that looks can’t kill!