My Musings

Arun @ 17 Dead end street of 1997 City of no hope State of Anxiety Pin Code – l05er Dear Arun, I hope you are doing well (needless formality knowing fully well that you are confused and suffocated).  With the benefit of my sharp hindsight, I declare that you lacked foresight. You were also shortsighted, literally so in this case.  You would be delighted to know you have done reasonably well for yourself in 2020. You have surpassed your low expectations. In the ensuing 23 years, your goal was to lead a normal, boring, and mundane life. Your decision landscape was driven by conformity rather than conviction. You would be pleased to know that you achieved the convenient bar you set of yourself! 1997 is the year you passed out of school. You almost passed out before you passed the exams. However, this was not a pass for the exciting journey that you were to embark upon. What should have essentially been an engaging journey of discovery and knowledge turned out to be a pothole ride...

Arun Ram, 75 years old, passed away peacefully in his sleep. He was survived by a wife and two children. How picture perfect! He was both an introvert and an extravert at different times in his life. It would often appear that worrying was his hobby. He found ingenious ways to fret about things that were outside his control. His early life was peppered with this trait. He was often known to be forgetful and lost. While it was clearly a lack of mindfulness, it gave him the intellectual heft of a person in deep thought! It was just a mirage. His bulletproof like glasses complemented this overall appeal. However, the blue jackal's color was stripped clean by the taint of the academic results. On the results day, Dr. Jekyll had nowhere to hide! At school, he genuinely attempted to be an average joe! He considered being lost in the crowd as a skillset that needed to be honed. Academics remained his Achilles' heel until he limped his way through the illustrious doors of London Busin...