In a short while, I reach the landmark of 25 years. I say landmark for the lack of any other profound sounding word; for the events leading up to this supposedly momentous day may not be noteworthy for any major achievements of life changing proportions. I am settled. At least considered so by people who think that getting a job is a criteria for being settled. (of course, as far as where marriage is considered as an aspect of settled settlement, I draw up short). By some standards I lead an eventful life on account of my numerous dance class and due to the usage of technology which allows me to have an active online life.
Perhaps its the fast paced life that we seem to dwell in or maybe its just me constantly making comparison...or lets blame it on my age catching up with me...but I get the feeling that the world no longer needs people who are just master of one; that's passe now...but competition requires humanity to be multi-faceted, diverse, jack of all trades and preferably master of some more....
Besides the feeling of inadequacy that I face, it is the sense of wonder as to what numerous industries the human composition is competent in dealing with if one is initiated into it at a young age. I remember two sisters in one of my earlier dance classes; just in their teens, the younger one not yet there....and boy!!!Were they talented...both went to ballet classes, the younger one was into gymnastics while the elder one was into kickboxing...the younger one learned the piano while the elder one was into guitar....maybe they were striving to form a miniature Corrs....but looking at those two, I felt a tug of envy...not because they were doing things I could only fantasize about (OK..maybe a little), but the key stage in my life has gone by without me capitalizing it....I call it youth and the elders and other sensible people will call it childhood.....
Perhaps its the fast paced life that we seem to dwell in or maybe its just me constantly making comparison...or lets blame it on my age catching up with me...but I get the feeling that the world no longer needs people who are just master of one; that's passe now...but competition requires humanity to be multi-faceted, diverse, jack of all trades and preferably master of some more....
Besides the feeling of inadequacy that I face, it is the sense of wonder as to what numerous industries the human composition is competent in dealing with if one is initiated into it at a young age. I remember two sisters in one of my earlier dance classes; just in their teens, the younger one not yet there....and boy!!!Were they talented...both went to ballet classes, the younger one was into gymnastics while the elder one was into kickboxing...the younger one learned the piano while the elder one was into guitar....maybe they were striving to form a miniature Corrs....but looking at those two, I felt a tug of envy...not because they were doing things I could only fantasize about (OK..maybe a little), but the key stage in my life has gone by without me capitalizing it....I call it youth and the elders and other sensible people will call it childhood.....
Don't we all wistfully look back at the past when we think we could have made those changes....kindly ignoring the fact that we will one day look back at today and wish we had done something more worthwhile then penning down these thoughts in a blog or something more worthwhile than moaning about the if - only - those - days - were - back.
My father loves making comparisons (I think that's where I get it from)....it becomes quite a pain. The strange thing is that my father compares himself with a mythical himself. And I get compared to my darling cousins and well to do children of not so well to do parents. I remember this particluar trip that I made to my hometown in Assam and my father was completely bowled over by the crystals and the ambience of his younger brother's abode....but more particularly he made it amply clear that he thought that his niece was very talented (she played the piano, made a drink out an ambiguous mix of ice cream and limca or something, she could sew, paint, write blah blah blah)and all this when she was just 15 or so......oh..yes and I must mention that she could bake. Throughout the entire time I felt my father's penetrating glance on me....as if to say....and where do you stand???
Time has passed and needless to say I am doing much better than my cousin according to her and my parents now!!!!! Poor thing! And she is only in college. But I just cant help but wonder if only I had been attuned to being more creative when I was younger, then I would not spend my nows wondering if I could have been somone different. Cant help the feeling of agedness when I hear my second cousins starting to read pride and prejudice/the da vinci code and the national newspapers, learning bharatnatyam, Microsoft office at the age of 8..... not generation gap but more than that.....
In HR parlance, my childhood/youth and maybe many others out there (though people may not necessarily concur) has been a wastage of Human Resources. But the trial now, in banking parlance if I might say so, would be to avoid making the remaining stages of life a Non-Performing Asset. In the end I hope not to say.... Life!!!where art thou gone.....?
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