Dates....

I got an SMS the other day; “20-10-2010 is such a unique date! I’m surprised there have been no forwards about this yet. Please forward!”

It got me thinking; isn’t every date unique? Isn’t every moment of every hour of every day unique? If I miss ten thirty on the morning of the 20^th of October, 2010 it is never coming back for me. Never.

Then why do we jerk to the reality of the uniqueness of days only when they make a pretty numerological pattern? Why do we need to send SMS’s of such nature at all? NOTHING in life is NOT unique. Every moment, every breath, every heart beat, every blink of the eye and every tick of that wrist watch is a 100% unique.

So instead of celebrating those ‘unique’ dates that form an eye catching symmetry on our work planners or our notebook margins, let’s concentrate on celebrating each moment that we live. So that way, at the fag end of life, when the Books of Accounts get evaluated for us, there will be much more to them than just a few silly dates and forwarded SMS’s.

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Where does it all end?

I guess almost every young person goes through those ups and downs in life; like the one I'm going through right now. Those really low moments when nothing seems to go right; no one seems to care. No friend, no foe no family; no one. There probably comes a time when one feels that if one dies on one's way to work or back, no one would notice till the dead body doesn't start giving off a stench. It is a painful feeling, full of loneliness and a deep sense of foreboding. I feel as unloved and unwanted as a discarded piece of broken furniture in a rubbish heap.

What does one have to do to get people to value oneself? You work hard for people whom you care for, spend hours trying to ensure that what you do today secures their tomorrow. And then those very people hurt you in more ways than one. They abuse you, call you names and label you as irresponsible. What is one to do? What remains to be seen? What is the point of doing anything anyway?

Is it such a big surprise then that so many young people prefer to live by themselves or even not live at all..??

I wonder.....

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