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Time is running out...Tick Tock Tic Tock...


It must be something else. Not really a crisis…it needs a stronger word... I mean crisis is a daily word…financial crisis, population crisis, even food crisis. This situation is not usual... it’s not a daily thing, not even monthly or yearly. It is once in a lifetime. Correction, first in lifetime and hopefully once!

It’s a calamity. It is the feeling of sheer waste. I must be thinking a lot, or too hard. I can simply overlook it, or dissolve in a party or dilute in a trip or mix with a drink…I can even splurge it out in a shopping spree or burn it out in gym. I have done all of that. It helps of course. It helps big time. It keeps mind off them but cannot take it away. I have reached the spot slowly. The spot of bog and one can only get drawn in…Yes I am being pulled.

This pulling is time bound ok…You can’t take your own sweet time to escape. You can’t take a nap or wait and chill. You have to attempt to break away. I am not sure you can break out. But how does that knowledge help…A drowning man will try to swim; whether he knows swimming or not is barely relevant.

It must be a sudden change of city, or stepping out of college, or fear of coming pressure, a relationship, or pressure of long term alliances. It maybe all of them. These are the usually identified parameters. Happens to all, or best of us.
You start feeling restless over why is everything just fine. You start to feel just fine when you are in too much chaos. It all happens and you look back and wonder where it started. I should have been borne earlier, or later, or in some other time and other place. I decide I plan to blame my country for this which makes us feel lost in transition.
Come on. Be on one side. Be developed or not. Be traditional or modern. Be new or old. Don’t just keep us hanging cluelessly. I don’t know or seem to currently care about the opportunities waiting to be tapped and growth machine and power. I don’t like this. Hanging in between two Indias. Times of India campaign was good…because it was so true. There are two India’s…the catch is country can have two sides, a person can’t. There is no responsibility of handling a personality or guilt of not performing par expectations.

Relative grading sucks. I realized that, like most, once I brushed past the college grades. But it doesn’t leave you. Its dark color that leaves a mark no bleach can dilute. You are too old for few things and few young for other. Too outward in few concepts yet too backward to handle them. Too educated for few things and too obsolete for others. I doubt if our folks knew the dilemma of being under qualified for some and overqualified for some. It’s never just right. Execution is so important it seems...you have to hit bang on at the line...else it doesn’t work.
Whatever I do, whatever I want to do, whatever I aspire to be….all needs precision of time, city, people, things, situations…I knew variables were hard to fathom!

I thought there is always a scope of linear programming in life…turns out it’s only about conditional probability!
…If you come today, it is too early, If you come tomorrow, it is too late...Your time is running out…TICK TOCK TICK TOCK TICK TOCK…

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