This would be my first post after joining MBA, or PGP program to be more specific.
In the movie Rockstar, the Hindi one, Ranbir Kapoor cribs to his friend that he had no interesting life experiences to become a Jim Morrison. He says he was never adopted, and no major life changing event happened for him to get "inspired". Finally in the course of the movie he meets his "heartbreak machine", and while he got all that he dreamt of - the money, fame, appreciation for talent - he did not get the girl he loved.
Everyone has stories, and experiences and it is truly remarkable just to talk to them and get a feel of their experiences. I met a girl who taught in the centre for special education, who was two years my senior at school. She had an interesting story. Dyslexia - which is treated as a learning difficulty in other parts of the world, is treated as a disorder in India, and kids are sent to special education schools for dyslexia.
When I was little girl, I had always wondered how it felt like to be unconscious. Would I have any near-death or after-death like experiences ? I got to see how it actually felt while I "fell" off a bus in college. I had passed out for a few minutes, and then I realised it was all black.
There was a person, who was so curious, and so frustrated, with life in general, he chose to explore his then unchartered areas where the body could go. His frustrations found some solace in the carnal pleasures a certain country had to offer, which he mixed with his then business training.
Another person I studied with left her high paying corporate job to teach underprivileged school kids. Her most moving experience was living at the home of one of her students. Despite being a cramped one bedroom house with a family of 5, the hospitality and generosity of the family was overwhelming. She went on to describe how the mother was adamant that my friend sleep on the single cot, despite her reservations of doing it.
It is also an experience when while traveling in a train, against the rickety noise of the engine, in the wee hours of the morning, when the sun has not climbed up the mountains, yet announcing its presence with those faint rays, your closest friend unravels some of his deepest, darkest secrets, and just as he finishes the first orange hits the sky.
Stories are numerous and all around us. Stories are plenty. Some cynics choose not to believe it. Some dreamers and optimists choose to and wonder at the beauty of it. Some braggards love to go a step beyond. Some love the shell they are in and refuse to venture out. But, the beauty in this world lies in the experiences and the stories. The beauty of everyday life is because of the stories which churn out. The beauty in life is discovering the stories both of yours and everyone else's.
In the movie Rockstar, the Hindi one, Ranbir Kapoor cribs to his friend that he had no interesting life experiences to become a Jim Morrison. He says he was never adopted, and no major life changing event happened for him to get "inspired". Finally in the course of the movie he meets his "heartbreak machine", and while he got all that he dreamt of - the money, fame, appreciation for talent - he did not get the girl he loved.
Everyone has stories, and experiences and it is truly remarkable just to talk to them and get a feel of their experiences. I met a girl who taught in the centre for special education, who was two years my senior at school. She had an interesting story. Dyslexia - which is treated as a learning difficulty in other parts of the world, is treated as a disorder in India, and kids are sent to special education schools for dyslexia.
When I was little girl, I had always wondered how it felt like to be unconscious. Would I have any near-death or after-death like experiences ? I got to see how it actually felt while I "fell" off a bus in college. I had passed out for a few minutes, and then I realised it was all black.
There was a person, who was so curious, and so frustrated, with life in general, he chose to explore his then unchartered areas where the body could go. His frustrations found some solace in the carnal pleasures a certain country had to offer, which he mixed with his then business training.
Another person I studied with left her high paying corporate job to teach underprivileged school kids. Her most moving experience was living at the home of one of her students. Despite being a cramped one bedroom house with a family of 5, the hospitality and generosity of the family was overwhelming. She went on to describe how the mother was adamant that my friend sleep on the single cot, despite her reservations of doing it.
It is also an experience when while traveling in a train, against the rickety noise of the engine, in the wee hours of the morning, when the sun has not climbed up the mountains, yet announcing its presence with those faint rays, your closest friend unravels some of his deepest, darkest secrets, and just as he finishes the first orange hits the sky.
Stories are numerous and all around us. Stories are plenty. Some cynics choose not to believe it. Some dreamers and optimists choose to and wonder at the beauty of it. Some braggards love to go a step beyond. Some love the shell they are in and refuse to venture out. But, the beauty in this world lies in the experiences and the stories. The beauty of everyday life is because of the stories which churn out. The beauty in life is discovering the stories both of yours and everyone else's.
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