The black sheep speaks

After walking this planet ensalved by paper with fancy prints (Yup, u guessed right – Money!!... people live, work, die and kill for it) for about quarter of a century, I have finally decided to give vent to my thoughts and emotions

Its fun to wake up every day and watch a zillion people run the rat-race all around you, and that is exactly what I’ve been doing all these years … watching, I mean. Never bothered to take part in it. Always had better things to do … always had a heart to follow. But still its fun to take a break once in a while and take a seat by the footpath. Helps you realize that you indeed are a superior-sapien

People run frantically at a reckless pace, trying to hoard all the riches they can without bothering to slow down and savor what they have, so that they can enjoy it all together once they are done hoarding

What they fail to realize is their mortality. They believe they are gonna live for ever. But the sad truth is that by the time they are half way through hoarding, they already would have lost a fair share of the most valuable thing they have – time. And by the time they decide to take a look at what they have, they wouldnt be physically, mentally or spiritually fit for savouring it. Time is our most priced possession (the second, i believe is health, though it can be regained to a certain extend. No matter what u achieve, u wont be in a position to enjoy it if you are not healthy in body, mind and soul). Time is the only thing of which any bit lost is lost for ever. The value of everything else is superficial. A recently purchased private jet plane wouldnt mean half as much to the 'rich' Sheik in the Middle East as what the first four-wheeler of a 'middle-class' guy means to himself. And this car wouldnt mean a tenth as much to the middle-class guy as would good food to that starving kid in Zambia who gets fed eventually after a week. I remember a time when one Asterix comic gifted to me by my dad at the end of every month would make me hop around with joy. And then there came a time when even a dozen of my favourite comics a week wouldn’t get me half as excited, though I still enjoyed reading them. Once you become a slave to money, the little things fail to keep you entertained anymore. Every time it takes a little more to give you the same amount happiness. And right now we are living in a world where man's basic necessities are things he doesnt need at all

I’m proud to say that I’m not driven by money. The day I decided to break the shackles, the world became beautiful again. And the day I accepted my mortality, I set myself free again. I am not saying that I'm not ambitious. I'm just saying that my ambitions are not materialistic, and money is not the first thing on my priority list, though i need it to live

A good percentage of the human population believes that “he who has the most number of toys when he dies is the winner” . Then there are the cynics who say that “Life is hard; and then you die; so its not worth your while trying to achieve anything” … and some extreme cases who go “No one dies a virgin, coz in the end life fucks em all”. Blaming life doesn’t help. Life is what we make out of it. It is not what happens to us, but how we react to it that makes life heaven or hell

Life begins with the top chambers of our hour-glasses filled with sand. As the sand-grains of time slip right through our fingers, the lucky few among us realize that the sole purpose of life is living … I said LIVING … not EXISTING. That means savoring every second of it along with every emotion that comes with it, doing the things your heart wants you to do, not screwing with your conscience and keeping it clean, finding love and returning it, and having faith in yourself.

Life is something that falls somewhere between a pleasure-trip and a computer game. It is not just the final goal or destination that matters; but the whole game/trip should be made equally enjoyable. Ultimately its nothing but satisfaction that all of us want out of our lives