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Mom, Dad, Bro and a bunch of other relatives waiting for a bunch of keys on other side of town. Am an hour late. Yet to take a bath. Yet to have my breakfast. Yet to drive 10 km. But still, am reading other's blogs. Surfing the net. Posting usless comments. Increasing my blogs popularity by repeated clicks.
DAMN!!! Blogging is FUN!
When parents join their kids in an institute that advertises its meritorious students, in the hope that their children will do as well, doesn't it become a very selfish notion?? Every father and mother would harp on that "We are doing it for your benefit, beta!" line, but try digging a bit deeper. You go in and in most cases you'd realise most folks want a source of pride in their own hopeless lives. They haven't achieved nuts in their pathetic years, and are mostly not in a position to do so in the coming decades. The kid however looks promising enough to bargain for "their" place in the sun! So these very earnest elders make a decision in all fairness and fill useless forms with a burning desire for equally useless ranks and marks! They would love to go around town drumming their about sons and daughters academic achievements. good going mate! So what's next???? GRE? CAT? ICET? CA? MBBS? MS? Marriage? take some trouble and let's plan the chap's death too... save him all the worries and make sure he makes none of the mistakes from your own worthless existence. Kill him before you've slept the last.
My grandfather died a week ago. He was a photographer, a musician, a painter, an electrician, an agriculturalist, a tution teacher, a devoted father, a loyal husband and a very caring grandfather to his many grand children in all his 80 years that he lived. He accompalished so much with hardly any formal education. He travelled away from his village to far off lands to earn more. Many differences cropped between both of us during my teenage days. I somehow could see through all that when i began to see less of him. Now that he is dead, he remains one of the more forward-looking persons of his era.
I look around myself and am disgusted for this continuous rush for materialistic certificates and knowledge. I long to wake people out of their slumber and plead them to look around and enjoy life instead. To enjoy life to its fullest is my innermost emotion. I hope i will remember it forever.