You learn something new everyday...
I was stunned,stupefied, flummoxed and flabbergasted...
My heart shrieked at my brain and said " Ketan Kapoor, you are not capable of this!?"
or was I ?
It was a pretty rare but not unusual phenomenon...My friend and I had just sighted a meteor, or in more layman terms; a shooting star and as is customary it was required for us to make a wish...and both of us did( this was of course, 'twixt my impression of Aishwarya from the movie 'HUM DIL DE CHUKE...' screeching "Toot ta tara( shooting star)" like a soul thirsty Banshee who has been thrown into a room full of men in the prime of their youths)
But what caught my attention was the tiny but significant difference between our wish.His encompassed me.Mine had room only for myself.
Mine was lined with a fine edge of self centerdness. It was the kind of wish only an exteremly self involved person was capable of making and I know, I am better than that.
My body and soul protested.And I took it back.
I am not the kind who usually believes in superstitions and legends. But what mattered here was not the content of the wish but the feeling I nursed when I made it.It was spite in its purest most unadulterated form.It wasn't directed at any individual. But it stemmed from the innate devious desire to outdo everyone else.And I was hating it...
I knew I couldn't take it back.
With this blog entry I would like pardon for all and every selfish deed I have committed. All the times I put only myself in perspective and hurt the people who matter.
I dedicate this blog entry to all the people who love me so much:
Nitesh, Rohan, Nalin, Sakshi, Astha, Aunty, my family, my teachers and all those people who have made a difference to my life.
This is to tell you people that all of you matter.
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Its amazing how out of the 86400 second in a day, the few cognitive ones that actually make the switch in your thinking are perhaps the most acrid and break your back.
Its edifying you know...
My heart shrieked at my brain and said " Ketan Kapoor, you are not capable of this!?"
or was I ?
It was a pretty rare but not unusual phenomenon...My friend and I had just sighted a meteor, or in more layman terms; a shooting star and as is customary it was required for us to make a wish...and both of us did( this was of course, 'twixt my impression of Aishwarya from the movie 'HUM DIL DE CHUKE...' screeching "Toot ta tara( shooting star)" like a soul thirsty Banshee who has been thrown into a room full of men in the prime of their youths)
But what caught my attention was the tiny but significant difference between our wish.His encompassed me.Mine had room only for myself.
Mine was lined with a fine edge of self centerdness. It was the kind of wish only an exteremly self involved person was capable of making and I know, I am better than that.
My body and soul protested.And I took it back.
I am not the kind who usually believes in superstitions and legends. But what mattered here was not the content of the wish but the feeling I nursed when I made it.It was spite in its purest most unadulterated form.It wasn't directed at any individual. But it stemmed from the innate devious desire to outdo everyone else.And I was hating it...
I knew I couldn't take it back.
With this blog entry I would like pardon for all and every selfish deed I have committed. All the times I put only myself in perspective and hurt the people who matter.
I dedicate this blog entry to all the people who love me so much:
Nitesh, Rohan, Nalin, Sakshi, Astha, Aunty, my family, my teachers and all those people who have made a difference to my life.
This is to tell you people that all of you matter.
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Its amazing how out of the 86400 second in a day, the few cognitive ones that actually make the switch in your thinking are perhaps the most acrid and break your back.
Its edifying you know...
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