I am someone who is very easily misunderstood. Maybe it’s the tone of my voice or the way I look/stare. This has led to people telling me that I am rude or angry when I have just been enthusiastic or eager. At first I was outright rebellious then as I grew older (but definitely not wiser) I started getting very conscious. I walked around like I carried the world on my shoulders. In effect I was the butterfly that flapped its wings at the wrong time to cause a hurricane at the other end of the world! It has taken me 33 revolutions around the sun to get a grip and understand that it’s not always about me. In fact it never really is. A few weeks back I went to the dry cleaners, people I have known a long time and have always been cordial. But that particular day the man was not himself and was rude. My immediate thought process was as follows: “Didn’t I greet him right? Did I say something wrong? Did I ignore him the last time we had a conversation? Is it because I am not a regu
Isn’t it true that many of us live with the constant feeling that we aren’t doing enough with our live. Living with a constant fear of failure and getting it right everytime, we are so anxious about doing something worthwhile. The anthem being-Shouldn't I be doing something, going some place, making it big in life? I do believe that some people are meant for fame (on any scale) while some others are meant to lead lives away from the lime light. Because that’s pretty darn hard too. If there aren’t gardeners there aren’t flowers. If there is no coach there is no champion. Without a director there can be no star. And if some of us aren’t conventional then the eccentric go unnoticed. In times where crime (of every possible sort) is commonplace, being able to live upto a certain age without having to go through any significant, life altering trauma is a feat in itself. And if you can protect your family and loved ones then kudos to you. I am unsure if things were always this bad or if