So here I am, writing again ! This piece is inspired by three simple keys on my keyboard ALT+CTRL+DEL. The Refresh buttons.
The life is a gift born out of passion, and is only supposed to be lived with as much. I met an interesting person today, a 19 year old girl dressed in a white top and blue jeans, who was excited to be working on some Internship project with her friends. She was happy to work on a Sunday - official holiday for most people in the world. I thought to myself, soon she would be 23-24 and would crib every time the word work will be mentioned on a Sunday.
It was raining today in most parts of Bomaby/Pune, and I was sitting on my favorite window seat at the MG Road Barista in Pune working on my laptop and watching the rain fall. Looking at the world around us, hearing people banter about movies they will watch on a Sunday, cribbing about Monday blues, about rains and blaming the government for recent blasts to bad roads. It all looks like a chaos when you look outside that window, and rain seems to be the peaceful interruption. The girl went back to her laptop after a brief enthusiastic chat.
But then you look ahead, they will all get up and go to school, college or work. They will live a routine which everyone lives around them. Isn't it weird how we all live life in a pre-defined routine of school, work, breaks and vacations. Why do we need to get up and do what everyone else is doing? Why do we get up to earn a salary? why do we do what everyone else is doing? Does life have to be predictable, is there only one race that we all are running ? Suddenly rain looked chaotic and people seemed in some rhetoric melancholy.
Thoughts like these are dangerous; they consume you, They are lethal as they seduce you and are difficult to ignore - they fucking make sense. With all these thoughts I sat in my car, put some music on from my blackberry (missing my ipod which I left in Delhi) and tried making sense of the Pune one ways to make my way to the expressway back to Mumbai.
Back in the car, my wiper was working overtime. Water had made itself appear in petite waterfalls by making its way through cracks and creeks down the slope of the hills. The Grass was a beautiful green, a green which I had only seen in the pastel colors I once bought as a kid. The Roads were good and the little fog around the ghats just added to the charm. Back to my thoughts.
We are human beings because we have brains and not monkeys who will throw the cap on the head just cause he did so. We live carbon copy lives and define it as reality. Reality is nothing but the horizon we create by our past experiences. Life is mostly beautiful, more fulfilling beyond the horizon, but few take that step. Why ? I call it the theory of "Two and a half boxes". Box 1 : The need for a home. Lets question why we need an address, why do we need that one place where we will keep coming back to year after year. Why have the same view outside my bedroom window, why live on the same street. Box 2: Our Work, how we earn our crumbs (Come on!! most of us are never happy with what we earn). Why is it important to work in definitions like everyone else. What will happen if I land up in a new city and look around for a job which pays my rent and interests me. I do that till I find something else interesting to do. The Half Box: You are my half box, if you are reading this. Half box is the Friends and other routines that define the little time we get for ourselves.
The two and a half boxes are restricting, self imposed and mostly not required. At this point I stare at the Ctrl+Atl+Del, is it time to refresh, time to open a new window, to change the wallpaper, to clear the desktop and break old patterns. Maybe it is, because if something sucks in life, it is "Pattern Living", most people live their entire lives in similar patterns, break them, defy them, dare them and dream of the life you don't know.
Buenas noches Amigos!!
