The Path of Time

The human brain, unknown to many of us is actually incapable of drawing the line between reality and fantasy; between fact and fiction. Many a times because of this phenomena, most of us unknowingly place a ceiling above ourselves. The 'ceiling' I mentioned in the preceding sentence is with reference to barriers to our potential achievements and capabilities. There was one time when I had trouble finding my way in a pretty large office complex. It was a huge place that had six or seven blocks. The signboards within the complex were far from helpful and so I decided to ask a lady who was in the midst of cleaning the floor. The lady simply shrugged and said, "I don't know. I am just a cleaner here." Being just-a-cleaner was the identity she set for herself. She could have been the brand ambassador of her cleaning company boasting good corporate training, customer service, the one person that keeps that building gleaming. But no, she just wanted to be a cleaner. In c

All of us go through a cycle, what we commonly call - the past, present and the future. It can probably be summed up by this simple phrase: " we come from the past to be in the present and look forward to the future ". Now, what I want you to do is take a step back, or just give your mind a minute or two to digest the above mentioned phrase. Ask yourself if it applies to you. Really ask yourself; and I mean REALLY ask yourself in the most honest of manner, whether it really applies to you. You may find it difficult to arrive at a 'yes' and even if you do, you probably find yourself in a paralysis state of mind trying to justify the 'yes'. If you really ponder about it, you are likely to find that most of us would find this phrase more relevant instead: " we come from the past and look forward to the future " You will find many of us either hang on to the past or look far too forward into the future, or likely for some to even be dwelling too much in

A month and a half ago, I breathed a new breath of expectation, dream and hope. It felt like the world was in my palm; it felt like the advent of a butterfly flapping a pair of glorious, colourful pair of wings after completing a metamorphosis cycle; it felt like a blooming flower, finally opening up its petals in entirety to face the warmth of a big, bright sunshine. It was a wonderful feeling. At that point in time, it felt gratifying because my heart was telling me, "You are finally becoming a man! You are doing something different and you have the galls to do it!" A month and a half later, I now ask myself, "What was I thinking back then?" The closest possible answer is - I made a mistake; a misfire; a blank; complete poor judgement on my part. It now feels like the world has mocked me and spun me around itself; a failed metamorphosis that yielded a big, hairy ugly looking moth; a flower that bloomed in the midst of haze and fallen sunlight. It was all but a fal