RIP

Just felt like writing this.

I don’t know if it was their fault or the lorry driver’s fault . or was it just fate that it had to happen… I don’t want to sound like a nanny by writing what I am going to write below.

All of us have been there.. done that. Those rides.. that speed.. the josh the ripping and racing. Probably it was the age.. or no matter anything for that matter. Not that we are any older now. Just that we don’t get the time and chance to do many things we did some time back. The impulse to just go on a long at the wee hours.. the impulse to rip it – just because you felt like it- the impulse to touch the 3 digit in the speedometer… the impulse to just try out something that your heart says… the impulse to listen to the heart over mind. We were glad we did it. We were glad we listened to the heart because we lived to experience it and cherish it later on. Had it been otherwise… you never know.

I still am one of those impulsive natured people… do it because I feel like it. But I am starting to realize.. that may be sometimes in life we need to learn to put a speed breaker.. we need to realize what’s really worth it and what’s not. Guess its time we start valuing our lives and start loving it. because its not just our lives that we risk by being adventurous, its all the effort put in by our near and dear ones into our upbringing. We put so much at stake.. so many people’s happiness at stake by doing something that we feel is cool and out of the box. We can be adventurous, but not beyond a point where we blind ourselves to reality. Personally I feel it’s cool to drive by myself when the office offers a cab facility after I work late hours. I feel it’s cool to just go on a long after a sleepless night and keep going, oblivious to your destination and return back on the same day not realizing it might take a toll on your system. Sometimes when there is already a warning about the weather, I feel it’s cool to take a plunge in the ocean or risk the rains in the dark. Sometimes when I see the green arrow slowly fading into the amber ball, I feel the urge to rip it and make it before the amber turns red. All, or at least most of us would’ve felt similar things and done similar stuff.

These incidents happen. They shall pass. We shall return to our original state of bliss in no time. Not that we forget them but we don’t learn from them.

When our parents or any others prevent us from doing something, I know we feel so cocooned and so damn tied up. May be they do it for a reason. It’s probably because they value all the time effort energy and love that they have invested over these years. Let’s start valuing it before it’s too late. It’s not a big thing to do. It’s not a mammoth task. All we need to do is to love ourselves more . . . because when we do that we value everything associated with us.

By refraining from doing whacky stuff there is no guarantee that things will change. There is always ‘fate’ and ‘destiny’ to blame when some things beyond our control happen. It’s the safest haven that most of us resort to when things don’t happen the way we intend them to. But we can always try. We can think twice .. just twice before we do something. All we need to do is convince ourselves that what we do is really worth it. If there is a safer and better option , go for it. Remember, we are not chickens just because we choose not to be impulsive.

After one such incident 2 years before I decided not to do risky things… but the decision was short-lived. This time again, it comes as an indirect message to me and many others who were and are spared of such tragedies. I have not made a decision or resolution yet. I do not want to make any. I just hope my mind wins over the heart the next time life poses a chance or opportunity. Because it’s very easy to sit inside the safe protected walls and make resolutions. When the real moment arrives, all of us are driven by temptation and desire. I hope I’ll love myself to the extent that I don’t risk it for the so-called dares that chance might pose. We have all been amazing creatures so far. That many lives become miserable in our absence stands testimony to the statement. Let’s not be selfish.

‘When I was 20, I thought my mother knew nothing, when I turned 26 I was stunned to see the amount she had learnt in the last few years”