Sunday, March 25, 2007

To each one his own

This is my blog after maybe 5 years. I dont know if I would be as creative I was because so much water has flown under the bridge. I ask my self which would I like to be the bridge or the river. It is a tough question to answer. Perhaps I would look around and ask someone close what he felt.
Life takes us where we want to go all the time. Do we all make the right choices I keep wondering all the time. For once the premise that all of us are unique takes time for us to sink in. Is it the "Brick in the wall" syndrome. Perhaps this is the fact of social being that worries me the most. We mould our life and imagination to the confines and comforts of yardsticks that we can beat and be happy about it.
The only complaint that I have is that in Games, Business or entertainment probably winning and losing is part of it but that cant be applied to studies, graduation, workplace and common daily life. There are no records to break here. But there is peace, bliss and happiness to conquer.I was grown in a place where competition drives down your spine constantly. I was only measured by the "A"s I made rather than the width of knowledge I had. It happens to us all. We are judged at every place by our past, against the yardsticks that are artificial for ease of decision-making.
We fall prey to this brick syndrome and sink inside the wall. Floyd is so much close to heart for they talk about this so very subtly in their works.
So should we not have benchmarks? I have always felt to me its mine and for you its yours. So comparison from person to person and person to desired levels are man made barriers for social conveniences. There is no point contesting an established fact. But if we fall prey to this snowball, then the pursuit of excellence is lost. The object of your life is lost in the efforts made to outrun someone else.
There are people who exceeded the extents of their will, they succeeded much better than most of us did. From Isaac Newton to Jack Welch, they were as unique as we all were, But they played with their wit and did not draw parallel with competition. I am not the force that can blow through the world like these men did cos I am not them. But I am unrivalled, cos I dont choose to run the rat race.

Cos there is no book, no recipe and nothing called success. You can search the world for hope, solace and associated instruments, but you can only get contented from within, by yourself!! - I know it. I am happy about it. That is why I am happy being the rebel in more ways than one.