Life… In a nutshell.

April 13, 2010 at 9:06 AM 6 comments


Crying, we take the first breath of our life. Without any knowledge of the world we are being thrown into, we seek the one entity that hosted our bodily existence. Instinct guiding both the born and the birthed, the nourishing of the infant soul commences. Not even able to do the most minimalistic of tasks, we take what is given to us. Innocence? Incompetence? Neither. It is in-capacitance. Slowly we grow, our flimsy body adapting to the world as we know it.

Learning to perform meager tasks as though they were colossal achievements, our brain grows to absorb whatever it can of everything perceived. Nimble are we at the age of 5, when our certain goal in life is that of unadulterated play. No worries concern us of what we grow into. Encountering small failures and achieving apparently big victories, we learn that the scales may tip both ways.

In school many of us are thrown to procure what is thought to be EDUCATION. In reality, we are moving on to one more stage in the play called LIFE. Learning what is taught to us and believing in parents we continue into the most confused stage of the play, called the Teenage. But oh! Once we enter this stage, we assume that the spotlight is on us and act accordingly. Impervious to the reality of things, we kick 2 of the supporting stands(Parents) of the tripod and try to balance it on our own. Alas! We wake up to find that it is impossible.

One after the other we make mistakes and experience them first hand. No word of advice reaches our minds. It is all like the warming melody sung to a wall. At the youthful age of 21, we see that the world is much different than what was pictured. Slowly, we learn that after all, this is no walk in the park.

Putting on false faces, finding the right or wrong things to grow into and living each day like it mattered nonetheless; we drive into the seemingly endless tunnel of Career. Along the way we find a beacon which is ignited by the fire of love. We are consumed and stimulated by another who makes the similar journey. How long the beacon burns, is entirely up to the ones holding it. However, this beacon serves as the light which guides us through the tunnel.

The result of this love is the spark of another life which brightens our road and makes the journey seem very simple and non-tiring. While this new soul finds its way in this world, we provide for it and fight on to reach the end of the tunnel to find that we are right back where we started.

At this point we wonder… What exactly did we achieve in our life? The answer remains with the person who wonders; for this contemplation occurs in the last few seconds of the journey called Life. I guess that completes my description of Life… In a Nutshell.

Now I really don’t know what made me write this, but my pen kept on going and I guess a boring lecture is the best energy booster for a writer. :) So until next time, you know it; Pavan a.k.a Anniyan. Bye folks!

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6 Comments Add your own

  • 1. Dinesh Babu  |  April 13, 2010 at 3:07 PM

    Forget achieving in life, have you ever thought who you are?

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    • 2. Anniyan  |  April 13, 2010 at 3:56 PM

      As a matter of fact, I have. But I still haven’t been able to come up with the answer to that one.

      Reply
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  • 4. Poonam  |  April 13, 2010 at 9:46 PM

    that was a nice insight into all our lives….keep up d good work!!

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  • 5. harshasrisri  |  April 13, 2010 at 11:08 PM

    Pretty good descrption for “life” in a “nutshell”. But, juicing out something worth savoring is the pleasure of having lived it . when you know that you did juice out something indeed, Its just a matter of smacking your lips, making a face at the ones left behind, and firing them up as well.

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  • 6. Reema  |  April 14, 2010 at 3:41 PM

    beautifully written :)

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