Dear God
Sample this:
You come across a really funny satirical video on the internet and forward
the link to him. Look at what I got back:
Quote “You have enough time to waste! Congratulations. I don’t understand
an intelligent lady like you wastes her time in such silly worthless matters.”
Unquote
Slow claps God! Rat race people do not appreciate that someone settled in
her career and having some free time on her hands decides to have some fun.
Buzzkill…
Suddenly I cringe at the thought of how much time I waste (!) watching TV,
writing articles, surfing the net and You Forbid online gaming. OMG!!!
Why does your world have to be like this? Always the utilitarian, always
searching for new ways to make use of time, money, age, talent, resources and
what not. Your world is always in a jaldi to achieve something, be
something, do something. For what? Chetan Bhagat Sir nailed it so many years
ago when he said in his speech in Symbiosis ‘Life is one of those races in
nursery school where you have to run with a marble in a spoon kept in your
mouth. If the marble falls, there is no point coming first….’
But for your world marbles are falling left, right and centre. People
hardly care. Love, relationships, friends and all such worthless pursuits like
reading. There was a time when he said instead of reading, you can indulge in
some more worthwhile thing – like business. I have done my share of transactions
for him but now I want to do no more. No matter what I do, no matter how hard I
work this utilitarian mentality will keep hurting me. It will never be enough.
Having a balanced life is important to me God. I still remember my college
days. I never went to watch movies, played video games or read those
bestsellers. Just in the hope that one day when I have achieved something in
life, I will indulge myself. Now that I have, why not enjoy my time. I am still
a kid at heart God.
I earned my right to indulge myself a long time back with the sacrifices I made over the years. I have a right to use them too.
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