Category Archives: Real-Life

A Pair of Wellington Boots

I’d have almost missed them, if it wasn’t for the wee kitten practicing its clawing skills. There was nothing eclectic about them that’d make them stand out in an assortment of flashy, new-age shoes, it was only when one suspended all their disbeliefs were they able to see beyond the ordinariness. Those pair of wellingtons were extra special, they had a bit of a magic in them you see, no wonder they lasted so long to tell the tales of childhood adventures.

 

In the summer of 1997, I put my foot down and demanded that I’d be given a pair of wellington boots as an early birthday present for all the novels I had read during vacations had proved that it was utterly important for a growing kid my age to have a pair, lest one dared to roam around like a listless wizard sans his staff; many a lunches and desserts were sacrificed for fruition of that one summer dream.  And then one day, they magically appeared in a corner of that ancient shoe rack, believe me when I say this, nobody had a clue where they came from, they didn’t have the virginal sheen about them nor they exuded the ravages of time, oh! And they fit perfectly as if molded for me alone. I couldn’t wait for the school to reopen, it was like going back to difficult level in a video game, with better powers and a secret weapon.

 

In our school, there stood a giant mulberry tree, smack in the middle of the playground as if some alien mothership dropped it by mistake, on the fly. In monsoons, against the background of dark grey plume it looked like a grumpy mad man, flailing his arms around (whipping willow would pale in comparison) ready to scoop up anyone who dared to venture nearby.

The place around it would get flooded, nothing alarming albeit just adult shin-deep water, but for a kid my age it was no less than being stranded in treacherous seas. In a class of sixty kids, I could finally shun my cowardice and wade through that scary bog and come back, pockets filled with rain-washed mulberries; dry and unscathed. That peculiar squelching sound became my signature score, although the only downside was that mother would know when I hadn’t been upto no good, regardless those seemingly ordinary boots made my childish heroism amplify. But, it is only for so long one can go on hoarding things of significant sentimental values, and save a room from becoming a junkyard and thus I had to part ways with my favorite pair of boots, many a tears were shed and discreet foot binding attempts made. Even then I knew their smell and sounds would never escape my mental mathom drawer.

A huge wave of torrential nostalgia washed over me as I saw my niece squiggle her tiny feet into the jolly gaping faces of those boots, and boy did they seem excited to set in motion yet another childish adventure.

 

The Last Tie

(It’s very rare that I come across something that strikes me so deep. I don’t know how the writer of this  is doing, but I do know that his words shall live on forever.)

 

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I am only 24 years old, yet I have actually already chosen my last tie. It’s the one that I will wear on my funeral. A few months from now. It may not match my suit, but I think it’s perfect for the occasion.

The cancer diagnosis came too late to give me at least a tenuous hope for a long life, but I realized that the most important thing about death is to ensure that you leave this world a little better than it was before you existed with your contributions . The way I’ve lived my life so far, my existence or more precisely the loss of it, will not matter because I have lived without doing anything impactful.

Before, there were so many things that occupied my mind. When I learned how much time I had left, however, it became clear which things are really important. So, I am writing to you for a selfish reason. I want to give meaning to my life by sharing with you what I have realized:

1. Don’t waste your time on work that you don’t enjoy. It is obvious that you cannot succeed in something that you don’t like. Patience, passion, and dedication come easily only when you love what you do.

2. It’s stupid to be afraid of others’ opinions. Fear weakens and paralyzes you. If you let it, it can grow worse and worse every day until there is nothing left of you, but a shell of yourself. Listen to your inner voice and go with it. Some people may call you crazy, but some may even think you‘re a legend.

3. Take control of your life Take full responsibility for the things that happen to you. Limit bad habits and try to lead a healthier life. Find a sport that makes you happy. Most of all, don’t procrastinate. Let your life be shaped by decisions you made, not by the ones you didn’t.

4. Appreciate the people around you Your friends and relatives will always be an infinite source of strength and love. That is why you shouldn’t take them for granted.

.It is difficult for me to fully express my feelings about the importance of these simple realizations, but I hope that you will listen to someone who has experienced how valuable time is.

I’m not upset because I understand that the last days of my life have become meaningful. I only regret that I will not be able to see a lot of cool stuff that should happen soon like the creation of AI, or Elon Musk’s next awesome project. I also hope that the war in Syria and Ukraine will end soon.

We care so much about the health and integrity of our body that until death, we don’t notice that the body is nothing more than a box – a parcel for delivering our personality, thoughts, beliefs and intentions to this world. If there is nothing in this box that can change the world, then it doesn’t matter if it disappears. I believe that we all have potential, but it also takes a lot of courage to realize it.

You can float through a life created by circumstances, missing day after day, hour after hour. Or, you can fight for what you believe in and write the great story of your life. I hope you will make the right choice.

Leave a mark in this world. Have a meaningful life, whatever definition it has for you. Go towards it. The place we are leaving is a beautiful playground, where everything is possible. Yet, we are not here forever. Our life is a short spark in this beautiful little planet that flies with incredible speed to the endless darkness of the unknown universe. So, enjoy your time here with passion. Make it interesting. Make it count!

Thank you!