Sorry to start with a rather boring blog, but it may seem that Chetan's book, "3 mistakes of my life" has left it's deep imprint of my mind. Today I talked to many of my school friends, tried knowing about others from them. I could see the same story everywhere, a life in the shadow of uncertainty, "Aage kya hoga" is the buzzword.
When we all were in schools, we used to fight for our identity. The personal ego and a deepest urge to create an identity for my name used to be the drivers of our actions. I always felt that energy within all my friends which can bring about a change in society, in their families. Life was filled with hope, hope that we will be at that horizon someday. Our teachers always made us believe that we can change things, and perhaps ,they were quite right.
After 10 years of our schooling, I look back and try to visit the nooks & corners of the site we were supposed to built a base upon. I could see a solid foundation, hope , confidence and the skills require to confront all the calamities. But, I couldn't see even a single multistorey high rises from those bases.
I could remember the day when I addressed the assembly for my elections. It was not for the post I spoke, it was for the identity. Today I never feel ki I need identity, I want to merge in the sea of programmers in the office and
