The Musical chair

To start off, I thank everyone who spent their precious time in reading my first blog (The way), and thanks for the encouraging comments given by many over various mediums. I appreciate it!!!

Every other thing in the life is due to an inspiration, being an artist, being a sportsman; being a software engineer (exclude if that happened by chance not choice) or even being yourself is due to an inspiration. Some realize it, rest makes you realize. The way I started writing is also due to an inspiration.

There is nothing magical, nothing heroic its just getting inspired and doing it for the sake of ?? for the sake of?? I don’t know. Let me explore it. What it takes to do a thing form the heart, what keeps us going, what is that we (both good and bad, rich and poor) actually want, what is driving us..? What is life is what my next blog is about.

Wonder if Mahatma Gandhi, Winston Churchill, Mother Theresa or Swami Vivekananda is alive they would get shocked seeing their thoughts about life still living in the status messages of many face book and orkut users. I'm not gonna shock them by writing what they said. It's about me, life in the eyes of a 24 year old.

Here we goo.

I nicked a ball to the keeper; the catch was neatly taken and was given out. I didn’t agree, I argued, I swore that I wasn't out and finally got the decision in my favor. I was 14 then.

Life was all about winning for me. I was a kind of person who can't accept or even tolerate failures. I believed in nothing like winning and one can do anything to win. It doesn't matter whether it is mathematics, cricket, drawing competition or whatever damn thing I was interested in. I wanted to win.

Days passed, when I couldn't cope up with so much of competition, I started losing here and there. I started getting used to ‘once in a while’ failures.

Few more days, once in a while became routine, I couldn’t argue every time to be successful the moral science that was taught in my primary schooling did not allow me to do that. I realized that I need to be extremely ruthless to be successful all the time.

I started accepting failures and slowly moved to the other end of the road that is being honest. You got to be either 100 % successful or 100% honest to deserve complete respect in life. So life is not about winning all the time I concluded. Started wearing honesty where I couldn’t win.

4 years later when I started my life in a private engineering college, when my education started hurting my family members financially, like every other middle class Indian I also believed money is everything. Semester fees, exam fees, books, transport, project work, record notes, floppy drives and A4 sheets.. Everything appeared expensive and so many days I wondered being rich!!

Days passed the thoughts remained; it stayed for a while till the time I got a chance to write my first blog. The fact that I have sacrificed my bed coffees, Besant Nagar beach, amma's innocent laughs, dad’s scolding for getting home late, fights with sister and her unique cooking, Good morning SMSs, chat with friends,  a drive around my street and many other things made me realize that money isn’t everything.

So life is not about winning as well as not about money I added to my conclusion. Then what is life?

Is it love?? No. But it is definitely above success and money, I’m not considering the fact that all of them are tightly coupled. Still I’m very sure that love is not everything. Sati is no more.

Then what is life...  Being happy? Even being happy every day has never really let me sleep few times, so I'm sick of all the time happiness as well. What else is life?? It’s not about doing good deeds for reducing your karma level; it is not saving money for the fourth generation whom we not gonna see, to whom we can even lend some money if the theory of next birth ever exists.

With all these questions running all over my cerebrum I happened to watch few kids playing musical chair near the club. The mind that was just free from all the critical product deliveries and all object orientations was relaxing there watching their play.

With time the game looked more and more interesting, one kid was playing a mind game and the other a funny game, one was pulling out others and one was running in the reverse direction. Finally one managed to win. I felt that was one of the closest associations I ever had with myself, was correlating the game of life with this musical chair and witnessed a precise explanation that this is what our life is all about.

Life plays some music and expects us to sit somewhere we can when the music stops. When you find a seat, it doesn’t mean you have won coz it will again start and again it will expect you to sit somewhere. The music won’t stop unless you are alone. When you realize that you are alone there won’t be any music, the very next second you will have or will not have any near you depending on the way you played the game.

You have two choices here. Enjoy the music that life plays have fun with people around and play the game or play the game just for the sake of winning it. I won’t be surprised if my philosophy gets changed when my numbers are interchanged, on the course of enjoying the music I may be standing somewhere opposite to where I am now. I won’t be surprised.

For now, I'm enjoying my music, trying to have some fun with whoever is near, trying to add some more meaning to my game, trying to get a seat so that I can enjoy the next level of music. It's not about winning anyone. It’s not about losing to anyone. It’s me... It’s my life... I'm enjoying its music...


So start the meeeesic..................................