"An opinion is like an ass**le, everybody has one." This was the introductory statement made by my boss when we just sat to have a cup of tea. I spat my first sip once I heard the same and burst out laughing. "What the hell was that?", I wondered. He was right, opinions are something which everybody does have. Perceptions are reality.
I still remember, the times I was in college, how I adored people wearing charcoal grey, navy blue, black suits with striped/plain shirts and fancy neck-ties. I always thought that these people were the most happy beings on earth, those among God's chosen ones, who were destined to enjoy all the world's luxury and goodies. I used to look at myself wearing t-shirts with nasty slogans - my favorite being ,"99% of girls are beautiful, the rest 1% is in my college." - and faded jeans. I just thought to myself, when can I live a life like the people I just mentioned of, sit in luxury air-conditioned cars, travel in business class, have beautiful secretaries, Rolex watches, Mont Blanc/Pierre Cardin pens, expensive laptops etc. etc. Now thats what I call a life !!!! I just puffed my cigarette and read the slogan , "Live Life King Size !" - so analogous to my thoughts. I then remembered that I was rejected by the first company that came to my college for campus and then said to myself , "Nah !!! this is bullshit, you will stay where you are. Land my friend !!! You have a long way to go. " That was my opinion about life. My perception to where I was and my dreams about where I wanted to be.
Ten years from then, I've started wearing suits almost a fortnight, striped shirts have become the order of the day, travel in ac cars and business class , but the comparison my mind made ten years back has actually changed sides. Now I want to wear t-shirts with dirty slogans, faded jeans, a tea with friends in a dilapidated tea shop.
Why? This question strikes my mind . Something which I called life about 10 years back and craved for it , is something that I am tired of . I want to go back to where I was. I soon figured that I was suffering from "the grass is greener on the other side" syndrome. Girls who used to look unattractive to me in college suddenly looked astonishingly beautiful to me and I repented, "Saala chance miss kar diya / S**t I missed an opportunity man ". The ugly duckling fairy tale.
Moral of the story perceptions are reality and an opinion is like an assh**le. Just do not finger one's opinion or else you would land up with a smelly finger.
I still remember, the times I was in college, how I adored people wearing charcoal grey, navy blue, black suits with striped/plain shirts and fancy neck-ties. I always thought that these people were the most happy beings on earth, those among God's chosen ones, who were destined to enjoy all the world's luxury and goodies. I used to look at myself wearing t-shirts with nasty slogans - my favorite being ,"99% of girls are beautiful, the rest 1% is in my college." - and faded jeans. I just thought to myself, when can I live a life like the people I just mentioned of, sit in luxury air-conditioned cars, travel in business class, have beautiful secretaries, Rolex watches, Mont Blanc/Pierre Cardin pens, expensive laptops etc. etc. Now thats what I call a life !!!! I just puffed my cigarette and read the slogan , "Live Life King Size !" - so analogous to my thoughts. I then remembered that I was rejected by the first company that came to my college for campus and then said to myself , "Nah !!! this is bullshit, you will stay where you are. Land my friend !!! You have a long way to go. " That was my opinion about life. My perception to where I was and my dreams about where I wanted to be.
Ten years from then, I've started wearing suits almost a fortnight, striped shirts have become the order of the day, travel in ac cars and business class , but the comparison my mind made ten years back has actually changed sides. Now I want to wear t-shirts with dirty slogans, faded jeans, a tea with friends in a dilapidated tea shop.
Why? This question strikes my mind . Something which I called life about 10 years back and craved for it , is something that I am tired of . I want to go back to where I was. I soon figured that I was suffering from "the grass is greener on the other side" syndrome. Girls who used to look unattractive to me in college suddenly looked astonishingly beautiful to me and I repented, "Saala chance miss kar diya / S**t I missed an opportunity man ". The ugly duckling fairy tale.
Moral of the story perceptions are reality and an opinion is like an assh**le. Just do not finger one's opinion or else you would land up with a smelly finger.