A bridge too far...
Kevin Pietersen has done it. David Beckham did it a while back Wayne Rooney will do it shortly. Closer to home Sachin Tendulkar, Saurav Ganguly can count this amongst their accomplishments. So why not me? What am I talking about? Shed blood n guts on the field and achieve glory? Roll in the moolah endorsing "fair n lovely MENZ" or something equally gross? I could do all of this if I put my mind to it, but of all the things I lost....you all know where this one goes.
Not quite the above options it seems. Each of the gents that I mention seem to have a biography written about them. So the vaccum came up with this brilliant thought (Note** Some of the worlds most admired minds are trying to study the composition of vaccum, research that I support by contributing through such posts. Some of the best ideas I am told have come out of thin air, perhaps even better one could come out of vaccum). Enough digressing. The plan mentioned earlier focuses on having the biography of moi written. Am I making sense? Do I ever?
The trouble with biographies I figure is the fact that someone needs to write them. So my immediate quest was to look for someone eligible and competent enough for the task at hand. So who fits the bill? Most of my favourite authors are dead (or at least I think so, lemme see; Wodehouse, Dumas, Durrel... well probably) so wont get anywhere with that list. I kinda guessed that I ought to engage someone more contemporary. Not given to any type of originality, was tempted to call Author A, Author B, Author C and Author D (all famous authors I am told; names witheld to protect my interests and avoid being sued.)
Author A I tried reaching by mail. Still waiting for de reply. Got an auto respose from the mail box though that read "I am sorry am unreachable currently as am not able to handle more than 1 case of dementia; please wait till I get over it". Long wait looks like.
With Author B I felt a more direct approach was needed, so got hold of his nos and called. Explained the situ..... and I can still hear the laughter ringin in my ears. Needless to say we did not get beyond that.
Author C responded. Hurrah was my first reaction too. But the loser wants money from me. No sense of economics some people.
Author D actually gave me an appointment. Not someone who I would expect would make time for me, but there are times when even I surprise myself. One look in my eyes and my host seemed to sense an opportunity. So perhaps with the intention of getting the low down on me (or perhaps general entertainment for himself), author D proceeded to query me. "What" he asked "in your opinion should be the theme of the book". Theme I thought? "Why do we need that?" was my response. Rolling his eyes and displaying a lot a patience our dear scribe then proceeded to try to explain that one kinda needs a underlying theme to keep the readers attention and the more 'masala' that one can add the better. (Made a mental note to keep this in mind while posting. Surprising how things like notes can get lost in vaccum though.) So while I tried to yammer some audible response our pal quick on the uptake decided to find the theme for himself. So next query "Of all that you have done, what might you want to count amongst your most cherished accomplishments?" By now I was convinced that Author D had little intrest in my memoirs, but was more keen on material for ammusing his readers. Accomplishments!!! By jove, is one expected to have those to have a book written about ones self. What on earth will they put in a book about Paris Hilton? Used the looking at the phone approach to excuse myself and promised to come back (did not mention which lifetime though)
Author D for all the mirth that I could sense behind the door opened my eyes to something vital. I have always belived that each one of us; part of a large chess game that we are; are here for a purpose. Some Kings, some queen makers and some pawns to be sacrificed for the sake of a rook or knight. This chess game however is probably far more complex and our benefactor while focussed on the objective for putting us on the board is benevolent enough to reward us with an existance that probably deems the office of the one put in place to complete the task in question. Confused? Lost? Happens to me with long sentances too. So the next logical question is what task has been assigned to me? (Lets face it am not Graham Bell and AES will survive; with or without me)
Tough query. Here I am living the jolly life and I thrust such profound rhetoricals upon myself. With much chagrin I proceeded to do some hard thinking (very very alien and probably a miracle in the vaccum) to try and reach a conclusion. Eons later (present day i.e.) I have reached the conclusion that I am supposed to be a bridge. Most bridges you might say are supposed to connect land masses. Here I deviate from the std definition available in dictionary.com and use a poetic / blogging licence to exchage lanmasses with people.
The more intellectual amongst you (can we have a show of hands please?) would discern to point out that most humans are natural bridges. I agree, bridgin is 2nd nature to most people and one dosent envisage a life being created for this and only this. Well in the normal course of life I am inclined to think that one kinda bridges and once the link is made, the bridge in question becomes redundant. This is how I view my professional responsibilities, once bridged self sufficient. All of us would have observed that professionals who choose to remain bridges in relationships are not really professional and probably have either an ulterior motive or probably have thier hands tied as they bridge inputs from mgmt. Not the kind of bridge we are discussing here.
In our private or is it personal lives it is possible that we come across situations where we find that relations between people close to us are 'strained'. This is probably where my role as a bridge comes to the fore. A bridge...but not a very good one. A reluctant bridge at best. A bridge that unfortunately is not likely to become redundant. A bridge that cannot be burnt (something that you folks would have guessed I am competent at). A bridge over troubled waters. A bridge that takes its toll.
What is a bridge to do? No answers here people. What has the bridge done? Well thats water under the bridge!!
Not quite the above options it seems. Each of the gents that I mention seem to have a biography written about them. So the vaccum came up with this brilliant thought (Note** Some of the worlds most admired minds are trying to study the composition of vaccum, research that I support by contributing through such posts. Some of the best ideas I am told have come out of thin air, perhaps even better one could come out of vaccum). Enough digressing. The plan mentioned earlier focuses on having the biography of moi written. Am I making sense? Do I ever?
The trouble with biographies I figure is the fact that someone needs to write them. So my immediate quest was to look for someone eligible and competent enough for the task at hand. So who fits the bill? Most of my favourite authors are dead (or at least I think so, lemme see; Wodehouse, Dumas, Durrel... well probably) so wont get anywhere with that list. I kinda guessed that I ought to engage someone more contemporary. Not given to any type of originality, was tempted to call Author A, Author B, Author C and Author D (all famous authors I am told; names witheld to protect my interests and avoid being sued.)
Author A I tried reaching by mail. Still waiting for de reply. Got an auto respose from the mail box though that read "I am sorry am unreachable currently as am not able to handle more than 1 case of dementia; please wait till I get over it". Long wait looks like.
With Author B I felt a more direct approach was needed, so got hold of his nos and called. Explained the situ..... and I can still hear the laughter ringin in my ears. Needless to say we did not get beyond that.
Author C responded. Hurrah was my first reaction too. But the loser wants money from me. No sense of economics some people.
Author D actually gave me an appointment. Not someone who I would expect would make time for me, but there are times when even I surprise myself. One look in my eyes and my host seemed to sense an opportunity. So perhaps with the intention of getting the low down on me (or perhaps general entertainment for himself), author D proceeded to query me. "What" he asked "in your opinion should be the theme of the book". Theme I thought? "Why do we need that?" was my response. Rolling his eyes and displaying a lot a patience our dear scribe then proceeded to try to explain that one kinda needs a underlying theme to keep the readers attention and the more 'masala' that one can add the better. (Made a mental note to keep this in mind while posting. Surprising how things like notes can get lost in vaccum though.) So while I tried to yammer some audible response our pal quick on the uptake decided to find the theme for himself. So next query "Of all that you have done, what might you want to count amongst your most cherished accomplishments?" By now I was convinced that Author D had little intrest in my memoirs, but was more keen on material for ammusing his readers. Accomplishments!!! By jove, is one expected to have those to have a book written about ones self. What on earth will they put in a book about Paris Hilton? Used the looking at the phone approach to excuse myself and promised to come back (did not mention which lifetime though)
Author D for all the mirth that I could sense behind the door opened my eyes to something vital. I have always belived that each one of us; part of a large chess game that we are; are here for a purpose. Some Kings, some queen makers and some pawns to be sacrificed for the sake of a rook or knight. This chess game however is probably far more complex and our benefactor while focussed on the objective for putting us on the board is benevolent enough to reward us with an existance that probably deems the office of the one put in place to complete the task in question. Confused? Lost? Happens to me with long sentances too. So the next logical question is what task has been assigned to me? (Lets face it am not Graham Bell and AES will survive; with or without me)
Tough query. Here I am living the jolly life and I thrust such profound rhetoricals upon myself. With much chagrin I proceeded to do some hard thinking (very very alien and probably a miracle in the vaccum) to try and reach a conclusion. Eons later (present day i.e.) I have reached the conclusion that I am supposed to be a bridge. Most bridges you might say are supposed to connect land masses. Here I deviate from the std definition available in dictionary.com and use a poetic / blogging licence to exchage lanmasses with people.
The more intellectual amongst you (can we have a show of hands please?) would discern to point out that most humans are natural bridges. I agree, bridgin is 2nd nature to most people and one dosent envisage a life being created for this and only this. Well in the normal course of life I am inclined to think that one kinda bridges and once the link is made, the bridge in question becomes redundant. This is how I view my professional responsibilities, once bridged self sufficient. All of us would have observed that professionals who choose to remain bridges in relationships are not really professional and probably have either an ulterior motive or probably have thier hands tied as they bridge inputs from mgmt. Not the kind of bridge we are discussing here.
In our private or is it personal lives it is possible that we come across situations where we find that relations between people close to us are 'strained'. This is probably where my role as a bridge comes to the fore. A bridge...but not a very good one. A reluctant bridge at best. A bridge that unfortunately is not likely to become redundant. A bridge that cannot be burnt (something that you folks would have guessed I am competent at). A bridge over troubled waters. A bridge that takes its toll.
What is a bridge to do? No answers here people. What has the bridge done? Well thats water under the bridge!!
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