Bad Things are So Cyclic..
Things are so cyclic...what you do is what you get..."jo durson ke liye gaddha khodta hai woh khud hi usme gir jata hai..." almost all bad things make a cycle to reinforce it, and almost all good things lead you high but have never a "backpush" from any cycle. Why?
Life of a kid is so much like an observer...he finds bad things in family, he learns good things from family, he is determined to overcome difficulties, he always assumes to have seen the future, but Why do things turn up so badly in adulthood?
When you were graduating you had only family in my mind, well we all have it...when you talk about a job then you mention "for my family"... when you get a good news you disclose it first to your family... but all this mechanically scheduled job life leaves you little to think about any thing...or rather, it leaves you with the only thing as your salary and nothing else.. of course, your resume, your networking, all those bullshit which are track backing you...haunting you...
But then even if i knew how badly you had fared, i made it a point that i wont do the same... i would be different, i would really do any thing for my family... i would spend everything on them, after all its their hard work and sacrifices which has lead me to this peak of my career, i wont get defeated by this life like you did... but nothing, i was just dreaming...
And this is the reality... when you grow up, when you get the job, it detaches you from family more than it attaches you... they never ask you for any thing, you see they have everything... you reduce their needs to mere gifts, and meetings to mere yearly visits...guys make plans for great career, for shifting to US, for doing an MBA or a PhD.. and girls start saving for their going-to-be, the tough unknown life they haven't seen, parents seldom even accept gifts from them (a girl?!?), they live a life as if they have already passed their duragavan...well sooner or later it has to happen...
Detachment is inevitable...and this slow-poison, killing work life makes it worse...the distance is reduced by cheap telecom services but that also becomes a series of formalities of set of questions, which u ask everyday and on every phone call... all the smiling dreams you had turns to be gloomy, the sweat on the head makes u feel tired...but who asked for this all?
Is making money so hard in the world?...that it makes you leave your past behind like it never existed...school friends and college friends become your close pals.. you tend to forget your past rivalry and greet even your college foes with a pleasant smile...you tend to make shallow friendship because you never know when you would need them in future...you may still sit together, laugh, eat on the same table with one whom you just back-stabbed a while ago...you form fake goodwill around because you want to hide your ill ambitions...
No i don't mean I'm not loving my parents, I also don't mean I'm avoiding my responsibilities, but where is the passion I used to feel when I was kid? Why was it there when I didn't own a pocket, and why is it disappearing when i have all full-four pockets?
Things have changed so much in this short span job life...the respectful attitude for people, the sweet love for girls you've crush upon, the non-stop to-be-on-the-top spirit...all of these seem to fade out..to materialize..and person in me is getting hard...more and more oblivious to the nature...to the people...may be, to myself too.
Life of a kid is so much like an observer...he finds bad things in family, he learns good things from family, he is determined to overcome difficulties, he always assumes to have seen the future, but Why do things turn up so badly in adulthood?
When you were graduating you had only family in my mind, well we all have it...when you talk about a job then you mention "for my family"... when you get a good news you disclose it first to your family... but all this mechanically scheduled job life leaves you little to think about any thing...or rather, it leaves you with the only thing as your salary and nothing else.. of course, your resume, your networking, all those bullshit which are track backing you...haunting you...
But then even if i knew how badly you had fared, i made it a point that i wont do the same... i would be different, i would really do any thing for my family... i would spend everything on them, after all its their hard work and sacrifices which has lead me to this peak of my career, i wont get defeated by this life like you did... but nothing, i was just dreaming...
And this is the reality... when you grow up, when you get the job, it detaches you from family more than it attaches you... they never ask you for any thing, you see they have everything... you reduce their needs to mere gifts, and meetings to mere yearly visits...guys make plans for great career, for shifting to US, for doing an MBA or a PhD.. and girls start saving for their going-to-be, the tough unknown life they haven't seen, parents seldom even accept gifts from them (a girl?!?), they live a life as if they have already passed their duragavan...well sooner or later it has to happen...
Detachment is inevitable...and this slow-poison, killing work life makes it worse...the distance is reduced by cheap telecom services but that also becomes a series of formalities of set of questions, which u ask everyday and on every phone call... all the smiling dreams you had turns to be gloomy, the sweat on the head makes u feel tired...but who asked for this all?
Is making money so hard in the world?...that it makes you leave your past behind like it never existed...school friends and college friends become your close pals.. you tend to forget your past rivalry and greet even your college foes with a pleasant smile...you tend to make shallow friendship because you never know when you would need them in future...you may still sit together, laugh, eat on the same table with one whom you just back-stabbed a while ago...you form fake goodwill around because you want to hide your ill ambitions...
No i don't mean I'm not loving my parents, I also don't mean I'm avoiding my responsibilities, but where is the passion I used to feel when I was kid? Why was it there when I didn't own a pocket, and why is it disappearing when i have all full-four pockets?
Things have changed so much in this short span job life...the respectful attitude for people, the sweet love for girls you've crush upon, the non-stop to-be-on-the-top spirit...all of these seem to fade out..to materialize..and person in me is getting hard...more and more oblivious to the nature...to the people...may be, to myself too.
posted by ramana @ Saturday, February 13, 2010
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1 Comments:
It's all in you.
One's limits most of the times seem like set by someone or something else but in real are set by oneself.
With will the creator can destroy his creation too.
You created your limits so you can destory them too but the question in hand...do you really want to what you seek? or are you just looking for answers?
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