To live..... or..

Now, lets not jump to conclusions... This isnot a suicide note nor a repercussion of one.

But seriously, why do we live ? Take my case. Trudging down the stairs, through the bus, one hour hell in the trains and the same repeat in the evening. For measly 10k worth notes per month..? For career... ?

Maybe career. But, what if.. the job doesnt seem worth the trouble ? What if, the same job is on offer in more peaceful environs of small towns like Surat, Goa or even Bhavnagar ?

Same applies for the rokdaa. Go to any other town and I will get more wad of notes and get to save them too.

I am still dwelling on the matter. No satisfactory answer has come yet. There were many choices. But the "none of the above" option seems more right.

One suggestion can be fate. It maybe our fate or a phase of hardship, which we must go through. But then, I would prefer not to be a slave to this "fate" stuff. Not being a master of my heading, puts me in a vulnerable pose. Just like Mr. Thomas Anderson.

Another suggestion is..... well, this one was very simple and found more resonance with logic. The answer is that elementary. Why did we study Ninth standard ? So that, we could write the Boards !! Why did study for the Boards ? So that, we could appear for an under-graduate course !!

I think you got the hint. We undergo the hardships, keeping an eye on the future. I may trudge on, make my body go through the motions and plead my mind stays sane... just for one more year. So that, I can seek more greener pastures in the next year.

Now, this answer isnt entirely satisfactory. Because.. another query arises. Why not seek those pastures now itself and redeem yourself ?

The show goes on, ladies and gentlemen !!