Wednesday, March 10, 2010

When you are 7, you know you will be an astronaut!

When I was a child: Dreams had no boundaries and anything was possible. I used to read books and imagine myself as an astronaut, or a famous writer, sometimes even Nancy Drew! I have given imaginary Oscars acceptance speeches, been on the Oprah Winfrey show, discovered new scientific truths, re-written history, won the Nobel Prize, etc. etc.!


Back to the Future: Today, I am in a constant struggle with my mediocrity! I realize that maybe I am NOT cut out to re-write the world’s history, maybe I’m already too late to be on Oprah, (and honestly I have grown out of the whole Nancy Drew thing :-)) but don’t get me wrong, I have not given up hope.


When I look around I see many e.g.s of excellence all around me in my friends and colleagues. From pro photographers, to budding entrepreneurs, to journalists, to artists, to people doing things for the larger good; the passion to go that extra mile is visible in their work and that’s what makes it truly remarkable in my eyes.


Therefore, I plan to keep struggling to be excellent in small and achievable ways, struggle to keep the passion alive, struggle to keep the belief intact and definitely struggle to persevere…


Start small, but keep walking; is my pop philosophy now-a-days. Let’s see where it takes me…

4 comments:

Unknown said...

WOW! so thoughtful!

kiran srivastava said...

Hi! Well written and frank. I try and walk in sunshine and ride a moonbeam on my gallant steed....when my feet don't touch the dirty ground! Cheers!

Unknown said...

@ Ankita: Thanks!

@Kiran: When are you writing that book! your writing is so picturesque!:-D

kiran srivastava said...

The seed that should spawn a hundred thousand words, unfortunately, still lies dormant. Even more unfortunate is that my creative juices seem to have dried up like a wadi in the remote Saharan tract.

When I was 7 I think I did dream of beating another kid in a race and also to fly my woebegone kite higher than anyone else. Remember, we had no TV then and hence could not conjure up myself speeding on a 150cc mobike on a highway high into a block of skyscrapers and sipping a coke. A coke was 25 paisa and if we found a lost coin a coke was as good as gold...