Some movies are so well made, they make you think and take stock. Anybody who has seen TZP, I am sure will understand what I mean. If not for Darsheel’s stellar performance, matched onscreen by the phenomenally talented Aamir, the storyline itself will hit home and punch you straight in the heart. My dad for one, found it hard to believe this was a bollywood movie. “For a change,” says he, “Bollywood movies seem to be coming of age!” This of course, is a man who doesn’t really watch Bollywood movies too much. Recently though, (thanks to this useless son of his,) he has watched movies like ‘Black Friday’ and ‘Bheja Fry’ and liked them a lot.
Well, that apart, the movie really put me in a quandary cause now I am in a dilemma. Ironically enough, you do know that in my previous post, I did lay down my dreams and as a part of that elaborate set-up of my life, I have said somewhere that I do wish to take up teaching towards the latter part of my life. However, the movie raises a debate as to whether I should take up teaching special kids. Of course, I need to first establish whether I am good enough to be able to cope up with the rigours of teaching these special kids. But if I could, I would teach at a school for special kids, at least part time.
Honestly though, I am kinda disappointed that I am not a dyslexic. It means I am a part of the crowd and chances that I shall one day dazzle the world with my brilliance are now even slimmer!
(Hehehehe… yeah yeah… go on and laugh it off)
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Sunday, January 13, 2008
Dreams Inc.
I guess by now you are aware of the fact that I wish to remain a child forever (or at least as long as I am alive, whichever comes first) and I never wish to lose to lose my zest for life. There are so many around me who get stressed enough to try smoking and drinking to relieve themselves of that stress and give them at least a momentary high but for me, living life in every situation is what gives me a high. I could be happy or sad or simply indifferent but I wouldn’t be able to enjoy every living breath if I gave up on any one of those feelings. The importance of each and everyone is so intense that I wouldn’t know joy from sorrow without the presence of either. But then again, this is clichéd. I am sure you too have heard all this talk before.
So here comes the main objective of putting up this little post here which I consider most important. I wish to lay before you, my most elaborate plans for life…and I post them here so that I never back away from them at least for the fear of being a hypocrite. Here goes:
1. In a couple of years (add or subtract a few here and there) after I have gotten a “steady” job, I shall head out for a road trip through Europe with a couple of my friends.
2. Upon my subsequent return, I shall work for the next 5 years, (again, give or take a few years) buy my first BMW, (7 series ofc) and head out on a road trip through the backyards of my beloved and beautiful country, India…company or no company.
3. By the time I am 45, I aim at being able to quit work altogether and instead become a teacher (and no, I don’t give a crap about teaching hollow MBA students, I would much rather be in the company of honest and sweet kids in school, preferably at my alma matter.)
4. By the time I am 55, I shall quit the teaching profession too (cause I am sure I would be too old to impart anything useful to the kids after that) and then dip myself into my first love, writing.
I am not very rigid about the time frame and I am definitely subject to changing a few of my views (especially the one about the “fancy” resort) but as far as possible, I want to live upto these here dreams of mine. Of course, dreams do come at a price and I am sure it would be difficult to find a wife who might approve of such a lifestyle cause it would mean giving up a very lucrative job for one that pays alms instead as a teacher (and then dying poorer cause I guess writers aren’t paid too much in their lifetimes, unless you happen to have a surname that says Rowling) so I guess I have to compromise on that front and live a singular life but I am optimistic I might bump into a very smart and suave (or maybe, like me, just plain naïve and stupid) young lady someday who might approve of me. But scouts honour (and I was a scout for about 3 whole weeks, but nonetheless) I shall not compromise on this, period. (Just be there to pinch me and remind me of these in case I ever falter in my steps or get bitten by the money bug!)
Ummm, there is another glitch of course, I might not be able to afford these dreams (I mean financial viability) but I am hoping that 2 years doing an MBA specializing in Capital Markets will have its pay-offs. (Hoping…with both my fingers crossed et al!)
So here comes the main objective of putting up this little post here which I consider most important. I wish to lay before you, my most elaborate plans for life…and I post them here so that I never back away from them at least for the fear of being a hypocrite. Here goes:
1. In a couple of years (add or subtract a few here and there) after I have gotten a “steady” job, I shall head out for a road trip through Europe with a couple of my friends.
2. Upon my subsequent return, I shall work for the next 5 years, (again, give or take a few years) buy my first BMW, (7 series ofc) and head out on a road trip through the backyards of my beloved and beautiful country, India…company or no company.
3. By the time I am 45, I aim at being able to quit work altogether and instead become a teacher (and no, I don’t give a crap about teaching hollow MBA students, I would much rather be in the company of honest and sweet kids in school, preferably at my alma matter.)
4. By the time I am 55, I shall quit the teaching profession too (cause I am sure I would be too old to impart anything useful to the kids after that) and then dip myself into my first love, writing.
I am not very rigid about the time frame and I am definitely subject to changing a few of my views (especially the one about the “fancy” resort) but as far as possible, I want to live upto these here dreams of mine. Of course, dreams do come at a price and I am sure it would be difficult to find a wife who might approve of such a lifestyle cause it would mean giving up a very lucrative job for one that pays alms instead as a teacher (and then dying poorer cause I guess writers aren’t paid too much in their lifetimes, unless you happen to have a surname that says Rowling) so I guess I have to compromise on that front and live a singular life but I am optimistic I might bump into a very smart and suave (or maybe, like me, just plain naïve and stupid) young lady someday who might approve of me. But scouts honour (and I was a scout for about 3 whole weeks, but nonetheless) I shall not compromise on this, period. (Just be there to pinch me and remind me of these in case I ever falter in my steps or get bitten by the money bug!)
Ummm, there is another glitch of course, I might not be able to afford these dreams (I mean financial viability) but I am hoping that 2 years doing an MBA specializing in Capital Markets will have its pay-offs. (Hoping…with both my fingers crossed et al!)
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