I hope my legs dont break....walkin on the moon
The next big thing. What is it to be, I keep asking myself. Frequency?... every time I brush my teeth. Girls and dentists can testify that I do enough of this to keep them satisfied.
Not one to be content with the mundane, all my plans are filled with grandiose. Let me try and give you an example. Say now I am planning to learn how to fly. I have often dreamt that I have wings and regularly jump off terraces and scrapers in my sleep, but the flying that I refer to here is the regular pilot thing. I visualise myself streaking across the night sky in a stealth bomber, intercepting about a million enemy (or misguided friendly) crafts from destroying the home steads of some poor farming community. No Cessna sorties for me, no sir.
So what is wrong in dreaming big you might ask. Nothing on the face of it. But if we pause a moment and introduce some typical personal behaviour patterns here, the fault is exposed just like Mr Bachans farmer status. The Indian government recognises you as a farmer if you spend 51% of your time in agricultural activity (appearing in a Cadbury add in Palampur doesn't count evidently). This as opposed to owning prime farm land and procrastinating about what crop to grow . All this I mention, not out of angst or outrage to Mr Bachans clandestine activity (frankly couldn't care less), but because of the remarkable similarity it shares with my behaviour pattern. Lost you folks?... hang on seem lost myself. Whats discovery like with out getting lost occasionally...he he.
Coming back to the original topic under discussion; the fault we were speaking about. I expect most of you with 3 digit IQ's to have this in the bag by now, but we are very democratic here and don't expect any of you to confirm to any standards. So for the benefit of record here goes: If the plan ain't grand enough, it don't even make it to the drawing board. At the drawing board if it kind of looses steam then you have these half baked blue prints scattered all around. Since I took the liberty of using the term baked here, may I also mention for the record that haven't baked (or grilled, or sorted, or boiled) anything in ages. Cant think of anything grand enough.
How deep is the rot? Lets try and examine this one:
The list must start with my desire to explore. All of you know that Chops and self have done quite a bit of Goa; repeatedly. But look at what beckons: Konkan, Kerla, Bali, Lakshadweep, Gold coast, Lankawi, and these are the popular beaches, lets not talk about the African coastline. Is this good enough? Should be,.... correct?, but I have this beach in mind and me thinks I will need to get on a spaceship and find Slartibartfast to make it for me. That's probably why I regularly visit the NASA homepage and check if they have started asking for volunteers to be hurled on a one way trip. Am sure will see all the named geographies from my window in the space craft.
The next one on the list is the grand business plan. All ready this one. Most detailing done. Some more research necessary. Required: financer with a few...ahem.... billions. Money is to be made friends, what better way then to spend some for starters? Since most of this stuff is classified and general populace doesn't have access the less said the better. Lest the enrolled partners sue me :)
There are a few more that I could talk you through, but I think the illustration above suffices. The solution my dear friends made itself evident to me many moons back. It has something to do with a backpack and a powerpoint presentation (at least). The important part of this solution is starting the journey.
Dont be surprised if I get up one fine day and start doing all these things. I hope my legs dont break.....but these chances I will take. For now....I am just too young ;)
Not one to be content with the mundane, all my plans are filled with grandiose. Let me try and give you an example. Say now I am planning to learn how to fly. I have often dreamt that I have wings and regularly jump off terraces and scrapers in my sleep, but the flying that I refer to here is the regular pilot thing. I visualise myself streaking across the night sky in a stealth bomber, intercepting about a million enemy (or misguided friendly) crafts from destroying the home steads of some poor farming community. No Cessna sorties for me, no sir.
So what is wrong in dreaming big you might ask. Nothing on the face of it. But if we pause a moment and introduce some typical personal behaviour patterns here, the fault is exposed just like Mr Bachans farmer status. The Indian government recognises you as a farmer if you spend 51% of your time in agricultural activity (appearing in a Cadbury add in Palampur doesn't count evidently). This as opposed to owning prime farm land and procrastinating about what crop to grow . All this I mention, not out of angst or outrage to Mr Bachans clandestine activity (frankly couldn't care less), but because of the remarkable similarity it shares with my behaviour pattern. Lost you folks?... hang on seem lost myself. Whats discovery like with out getting lost occasionally...he he.
Coming back to the original topic under discussion; the fault we were speaking about. I expect most of you with 3 digit IQ's to have this in the bag by now, but we are very democratic here and don't expect any of you to confirm to any standards. So for the benefit of record here goes: If the plan ain't grand enough, it don't even make it to the drawing board. At the drawing board if it kind of looses steam then you have these half baked blue prints scattered all around. Since I took the liberty of using the term baked here, may I also mention for the record that haven't baked (or grilled, or sorted, or boiled) anything in ages. Cant think of anything grand enough.
How deep is the rot? Lets try and examine this one:
The list must start with my desire to explore. All of you know that Chops and self have done quite a bit of Goa; repeatedly. But look at what beckons: Konkan, Kerla, Bali, Lakshadweep, Gold coast, Lankawi, and these are the popular beaches, lets not talk about the African coastline. Is this good enough? Should be,.... correct?, but I have this beach in mind and me thinks I will need to get on a spaceship and find Slartibartfast to make it for me. That's probably why I regularly visit the NASA homepage and check if they have started asking for volunteers to be hurled on a one way trip. Am sure will see all the named geographies from my window in the space craft.
The next one on the list is the grand business plan. All ready this one. Most detailing done. Some more research necessary. Required: financer with a few...ahem.... billions. Money is to be made friends, what better way then to spend some for starters? Since most of this stuff is classified and general populace doesn't have access the less said the better. Lest the enrolled partners sue me :)
There are a few more that I could talk you through, but I think the illustration above suffices. The solution my dear friends made itself evident to me many moons back. It has something to do with a backpack and a powerpoint presentation (at least). The important part of this solution is starting the journey.
Dont be surprised if I get up one fine day and start doing all these things. I hope my legs dont break.....but these chances I will take. For now....I am just too young ;)
Labels: discovery
penned by Sanjay at 11:51 AM
2 Comments:
hmm...how does it happen? One fine morning you wake up and pack your bags and start doing all the things on the list? or circumstances happen in which you have no choice but to do it like getting an unknown relative leaving you pots of money and u never have to work again, just spend shamelessly on buying that quaint beach house you always dreamed of?
amen to your list!
Ah mon cherie...if it only were that simple.
Cant do all together one fine mng. Too complex and will not allow me to savour the flavour. I also believe that there is a correct chronological order that is part of the restraining forces.
Unkown rich relative sounds like a plan, but if he/she happens to know even a little about me am sure to be disowned...much better to marry into money (and someone hard working) :p
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