I Am Not My Story.


My dear sister Padmini tagged me with that image on her facebook page. You can click on it to enlarge it so that you can read all the content.

In yet another case of synchronicity, I had been to a lunch with my classmates yesterday and was pleasantly surprised to meet a new face among our group. VP was not our classmate but was a year junior to us and graduated a year later than us. We had shared the same campus during his first year and our first. He had been in touch with a classmate in Pune and so was invited to come over and meet the rest.

VP asked me what I did and in my usual flippant way I said that I currently spend my son’s hard earned money but VP would not take that for an answer and asked me what I did prior to my son started to earn and I responded that I spent my father’s hard earned money.

For my non Indian friends, a little background. You can come across this type quite often in our society. Completely carefree gents and increasingly ladies too, who can mostly be found in our many clubs nursing their afternoon gin and tonic around noon or their cocktails in the evenings before dinner time and would be lounging around in the club bars till the bars opened at 11.00am. You can occasionally find them in other places and if you do, you can count yourself lucky for having achieved something rare.

Jokes apart, I did satisfy VP’s curiosity but I was reminded of that episode again due to another piece of synchronicity. My friend Nandu posted this on his fb page!

Now all I have got to do is to become the story that I am not.