Skip to main content

Live life!!



Cuckoo in hand, 'Life is a race', said Virus.
Dictionary in hand, Rancho said, 'Your college is a pressure-cooker!'

How amazing it is that the contrast in our lives is so easily denoted by these two conflicting people and their two conflicting ideologies!

Right from when the wheel was first wheeled, to today, when we have launched wheels into space, life has been a race. There's no denying it.
Knock Knock.
Who's there.
Virus.
Virus who.
The Viru Sahasrabuddhi who said life was a race.

Virus was right as long as the scenario were approached the absolute frank way. But Rancho went deeper.

He rapped the door and asked, 'Whose race is life?'
Now behind the door, Virus answered, 'Ours.'
Rancho asked, 'Who runs this race, sir?'
Virus, peeved, answered, 'Us!'
Rancho enquired, 'And who runs the running of this race, sir?'

Virus answered, 'Mr. Chanchad, this word-play is of no consequence. Platform par chaddkar poore class ko engineering sikha sakhte ho kya?'
 Rancho remarked, 'Sir, I always give my weak students a second chance. Try again.
Virus, infuriated, yelled, 'This is not a philosophy class! Tumhare question ka answer bataao!'

Rancho retorted, in a broad grin, ' We run the running our lives, sir. Ab ham murgian jaise ek doosre se aage nikalne ke liye bhaag rahe hein, par sach to ye hain ki hamne hi toh bhaagna shuroo kiya! We entered this rat-race. We are to blame for miserable lives at the end of it. 

 Virus asked,, 'Engineering comprises machines, Mr. Chanchad, and not rats or chickens! Do you see, how by being deterred from this race that I talk about, you can get derailed from the purpose of your life? It is machines and engineering that you need to focus on every hour that you spend in my college, not the glitches in the education-system!'

Rancho conclusively said, 'Sir, I have a heart of gold. And guess what,  I give third chances too. This one's to change your mindset, sir. Lagta hein ki aap machines pe focus karte karte apne college se machines hi bahar bhej rahe hein!'

Our great dean's lips were sealed.
And so should yours be if you agree with him.
Of course, it's a vibrant world with vibrant philosophies.
But enjoy your life. What is success after all? Happiness. 

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

What the New Year Means to Me

 What does the new year mean to me? I don't know.  I think it just means that I can give myself another chance to try, fail, succeed.   I think it means that I can spend time with family, differently this time. I think it means that I can connect with people and with myself, in new ways.  I also think that it gives me a chance to see things with a different lens. The kaleidoscope becomes a periscope. I don't know what else. Every year, I put on a new pair of goggles. Every year, I grow, whether I try, or not. Some things may work as I had expected them to, some may not. But who knows?  I will allow myself to be Novak Djokovic in my arena, who hears his name when the crowd cheers for Nadal or Federer. I will allow myself to be Rafael Nadal, who always has a plan, no matter how bleak or bright things may seem, and sticks to it. I will allow myself to be Roger Federer, who glides in, serves, plays and walks out, all in grace and style. I will allow myself to b...
1 comment
Read more

Nut and Shell

 Coconut Tender as a coconut. Hard as a coconut. Light as a coconut. Heavy as a coconut. I wish I was a coconut Today... A double-shelled, strange coconut. They call those people coconuts Whom they cannot understand, Like tapping on hard rock but not getting hurt- Like knocking against the hollow And shaking a bowl of jingling water That is cushioned by tender walls. Well, maybe people could be coconuts They could have hard shells and tender interiors, A hard crunch but a sweet essence- I would like to believe so. I want to know why I'm fascinated by the coconut. It can't be solely because of its duality. It can't be its beguiling double facedness. What is it, then? I feel like maybe a shaft of light A hollow for each hard tap- Tears through the hard door. An intriguing belt of  adventurous light Wriggles out from apparent darkness. Mystery, mystery. That's what it is. The mysterious coconut.  It has a shell But it has a soul- Shell protects soul, Soul preserves shell I...
Post a Comment
Read more

My Imaginary Pen Pal

Ma Chére Amie Félicia, Bonjour! I wonder how long it's been since I last wrote to you. Time enough for the salutations to transform from English into French indeed!:)  How is old Bob keeping? Still nosing the kennel for those dollops of fondue? Ha Ha, I really won't be surprised. 'The Triple Imbecile!' #Mam'zelle Dupont. Give Scruff my greetings. Where's that collar I gifted him? Gnashed into bits? :( Or does Mickey wear it on her head now? :\ Send me a photo whichever one of the two.  :) Last week we learnt how to tell the time in French.  Pretty tedious for 11 o'clock, if you please. Pun intended. Knuckle-knocks not very frequent , thankfully. Neither are the thumb-fiddles. No question as regards the eye-droops- French is incapacitated to give me those! We're having fun galore learning French!:)  I miss your hot chocolat terribly. Something like the warm gust of the Niagara trickling into my throat. Yesterday when I was ...
3 comments
Read more