People often tell me that perhaps I am a little too critical, a bit blunt and almost never politically correct. Thank you all for being so honest, it just feels so good to know that I am still me because a few think IIMB has changed me. Yes, perhaps my habits have, and my attitude for sure has. But wouldn’t it be really nice to just appreciate that the heart is still the same! I am 22 years old and 22 years is a long time. Long enough to have changed my looks completely, long enough to have given me a few heartbreaks, long enough to have taught me a zillion lessons. How am I supposed to adapt to a new environment without changing anything? Bangalore is not a slow moving hill station, IIMB is not an undergrad college, and I am not a donkey. I have always made necessary adjustments to sync in to the world I get into, so does that change the person that I have always been?
So herein lies the major problem- Perfection and change aren’t particularly friendly. See when things are perfect, you don’t want them to change. You are afraid the change may disrupt that state of Perfection. It is perfectly normal to feel this way. I am talking from an Indian perspective here. Professor Thiru once rightly remarked, “Our greatest competency is being friends with Paradox”. We want the laws to be strictly enforced, but crib that in the US you can’t even pee on the highway. We are home to the largest number of engineers in the world; our roads are also home to the largest BPL population. So you see, Indians living paradoxical lives isn’t something new. It is ingrained in our system. So the next time you meet someone who has a hundred different reasons to be sad but tells you pretty confidently that his life is perfect, don’t take him as a madman; he could simply be telling the truth and guess what, that man you stumble across could so easily be me. I may have just broken up, may not end up with a very ideal job and possibly never again feel the same for that one inexplicable thing called love; but I still know my life is perfect. You know how? For every time I have doubts about this, I ask myself one simple question, “would you rather be living someone else’s life?” John Mayer, Beckham, Fernando Torres, wouldn’t I give anything to live the life of one of them! NO, the answer is surprisingly always a no. It is a very logical choice- I try and see what I have and they may not instead of the other way round and I see no comparison whatsoever. I have the most wonderful family God could have ever blessed me with. A mother who has so little to say but so much love to offer; her self-discipline and dedication towards the family is a privilege for us to be enjoying. A father who has been a lifelong buddy, one who always has the right things to say at the right time and the only guy that I have ever admitted is better looking and more charming than me. A little sister who doesn’t give me sleepless nights with her tantrums even though she is already in college, a rare gem in today’s times. And I have God who’s always blessed me with so much which I always believe I didn’t deserve. My friends call me “Destiny’s Child” but I have been “My Heavenly Father’s child” all along and his most adorable gifts to me have been my friends. All my life, I’ve just been fortunate to have met and befriended some of the most amazing characters who’ve left a little more than just footprints. And the best of them are right here. Living in G Spo(r)t is an adventure every single day. With so little time left at B, I can’t help feel a little sad that there may never be another group of the most diverse, fantastically talented and extraordinarily close individuals again in my life. But then again, as I said earlier, a change could so easily be for the good also. So you see, I may not have the perfect resume, I may not end up with a perfect job and I may never find the perfect girl (there’s nothing like one) but my life’s pretty much perfect. And I am more than happy to change a thousand times more if this is how my life will always be. So until the next time when I start feeling that my life’s no more perfect again, here’s Tshering signing off.
P.S. Don’t wait. That next time may never come. Below are some characters from G Spo(r)t. See if you can spot a few.
Ø The self-proclaimed Casanova, he is frighteningly similar to me; perhaps a little more fun and definitely much more obstinate.
Ø The God, full of awesome gyan applicable to all except himself. His PSH Theory is definitely one for today and something I am seriously considering.
Ø The Awefsome Launda who advises others to not keep any emotional attachment with the other gender while himself being truly and madly in love with the one.
Ø The youngest in the group (no relation to age); always up for adventure trips and late night stuff. Undoubtedly the funniest, wackiest and my biggest competitor in G Sp(r)t
Ø The coding machine, famous for his, “Bhau, jo bhi bolta hu, dil se bolta hu” after a few drinks dialogue.
Ø The chicken gulping machine, the body builder, the Man, and the object of the wildest fantasies of all German females who had the fortune of seeing him in action during the exchange term.
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