It is very difficult to give up the good to go for the great. Being happy with good and having a fear of change is really dangerous. It keeps you mediocre. It limits you.
Sunday, 1 April 2012
Life is unfair sometimes
It hurts if people change. But it hurts more to remember how they used to be.
He has changed to a state which is inexplicable. But that does not stop me from thinking how he used to be. I can picture him almost anytime, anywhere.
Driving effortlessly for all our outings; pointing out of the car-window to tell me “Look, that over there is the fort Pratapgad!”
Walking endlessly in scorching heat to find that perfect nut or bolt or screw to repair a broken switch box.
Sitting with me in a restaurant asking me if I want anything else, anything more. Nobody can do this the way he used to do it.
Finding a dress for me in a shopping mall. With interest, with vigor, with new enthusiasm every time without getting bored.
Talking over phone for hours on any topic in this world. Politics. Engineering. Places. People. Cars. History. Name it and he knew it.
The current version of my Dad is a downgraded one. Or the brain hemorrhage has stolen away the original version of my Dad. Or it has got lost in the confusion of version management.
I hope God gives me the original Dad back oneday, someday.
Oh happy day!
Some days are happy days. No reason. No purpose. Just like that. Amidst the muddy water of all the worldly worries, I find myself in a cozy, carefree bubble on such days.
I know that it is just a bubble. Superficial. Temporary. Will burst. But still, this bubble is a bliss. A happy state of mind. It is just a state. Intangible. I hope for many more such days.
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