The Life

(This is part of a series of posts written in a story format. I will update this over time to include links to other related posts)

Life is a sequence of choices and coincidences. The choices, though, depends on the preparedness. Coincidences, as it says, are just coincidences which the person has no control over. Some of these choices and coincidences represent opportunity and recognizing an opportunity and making the right choice requires a lot of wisdom and experience. Knowing that everybody gets a chance and maybe even second or third chance requires a lot of missed opportunities and patience. After twenty-five years of searching for an answer to the question – ‘What is a big person?’ – He finally realized that there is no unversal answer. No one was universally a big person. Everyone was big or small relative to one’s vantage point both in space and time. A person might be a big person at some point in time, who later might become insignificant. Similarly, a person might be a big person in one place and he might be nobody in another.

There were even more important questions in his mind. What is life? A long slow march to death? What is the purpose of life? A powerful person’s life. A rich person’s life. A poor person’s life. King’s life. Queen’s life. Does it make any difference? Ultimately everyone dies and how a person plans to die greatly affects the way he lives. Though not many people even think about dying let alone think about how to die. He had a plan on how he wanted to die.

Little guy

(This is part of a series of posts written in a story format. I will update this over time to include links to other related posts)

This is the story of a little guy who wanted to be big when he grew up. He was very little and didn’t know what it meant to be big. But he reckoned someone must know because his father always told him to be a big person when he grew up and he just needed to find that guy. First he asked his friends. He actually wanted to ask his father. Unfortunately, his father was out to work that day and ended up asking his own friends. They didn’t know what ‘to be a big person’ meant. Then he asked his big sister and big brothers. His sister said, ‘when you are a big person, you can do whatever you want.’ That sounded good! His brother said, ‘big person has a lot of money’. Now, he was certain he wanted to be big. Right at that moment mom came in. ‘Mom might know?’ he thought. He ran over to her and asked, ‘Mom, what is a big person?’ She had just come back after working the whole day at the field. It took a while for her to figure out what he was asking. ‘A big person is one who knows a lot of things, who is not afraid, who works hard, studies hard.’ Now, he was completely confounded. He had thought he knew what a big person was and just wanted to confirm, but she gave a completely new definition. ‘I will wait till father comes back. He must know the definitive answer. He is the one who always talks about being a big person.’ he thought.

He went outside. The sun was more than half way down. There were vegetable patches close by and a small fruit garden little farther down the field. They had about two acres of land. He didn’t like playing in the field. There was still some time left before it got dark. He went to find his friends. Three of his friends were playing football on the school playground. By the time he came back home, it was dark already. Dinner was ready. After dinner, he went to ask his father. ‘Father, what is a big person?’ Mom heard and smiled. ‘What?’ his father asked. ‘What is a big person?’ he asked again.