All of us are lucky to be born into the latest generation and but few of us survive to be labelled the oldest generation before we give away our current body and return to our favourite abode with our favourite people. The story that happens between these two events are often categorised as life of a person. For a colony like India many things were reset from the colonial era often wiping out our history before British as mere fantasy. When new country was formed, our priorities would have been on nation building. After being looted for few generations & trained to be a good disciplined Victorian labourer, we fancied a British life and Anglo goals as a motivation to work towards. India continued it’s Babu culture and government servants(if am allowed to say), took the role of the Britishers in all facets of Indian life. We being poor and agriculture dependant country; people often had a choice to be a good farmer and face the uncertainties of life devoted to natural calamitie...
Pursuit of perfection is the beautiful journey that we embark from the time of our birth. We are often reminded by the world around us on how imperfect we are. This starts with parents and adults reminding us as children on how we are the only laggards they had ever met. Every facet of life is often compared to other successful men and women who adorns the crown of perfection in their trade. A boy who dreams of being a soccer player is often compared with Messi or Ronaldo. A cricket aspirant with Kohli or Bumrah. A musician with Mozart and so the list goes on and on as you can imagine. We grow up becoming a self critic who sees the imperfections in us like a painted canvas. We reflect harshly on ourself succumbing to the peer pressure and constant comparisons of this world. Sadly there is a big chunk of people who are so upset with their looks that they tend to overlook the fact that they lost a genetic lottery and it is nothing that they can do about it. Fortunately so the world ...