Its
funny how the world is ruled by numbers. Dates, time, money, speed,
head-count. Many different forms. Whether you are a Gambler trying to
make the big bucks, or
you are a lay man trying to make your rent. Its true, what somebody once
said. There’s strength in numbers. It rules us in and out, every day,
every moment of our lives.
Everybody
has their own little circles. Their own worlds. In some worlds it
matters if you are the fastest. For some, its about having the most; for
some, its about
having the biggest. Achieving the most, may be the longest, may be in
the shortest, getting the biggest, tallest, maximums. Minimums. all
different extremes, determined by the illusion we have found for our own
sake – numbers. Unknowingly everyone has slaved
themselves to it. Everybody strives in the race to prove it in their own
circles, whichever matters to them. To prove to the rest of their world
that they are, in fact, better than the other.
There
are a zillion circles in this world. And there may be a million among
them that you would be interested in; that you would like to belong to.
There comes a point
in every man’s life, when he doesn’t know and has to choose, which one
he wants to belong to. Many look promising, many look alluring. But when
you get into the heart of it, it may not be what you saw from the
outset at first. The pressure inside to make your
mark, to get your foot firm, often never matches what you expected when
you jumped in. The numbers expected of you and what you expect from
yourself, doesn’t match. It’s quite a confusing stage to be in. and very
Few actually, narrowly get through without having
to tumble in this abyss. For the rest, it’s the same story. Joining the rat race. Its about
trying to identify which world it is that you would be able to ‘excel’;
be the ‘best’ in. Which one is it, that you would be able to achieve the
satisfactory Number as dictated by the earlier
gods of the circle who have Been there, Done that. Its in this confusing
state that you often get the question lingering in your mind. “What’s
the point?” Why do I have to, what is it that I have to do.
Seeking
answers in the everyday counts and rolls that pass by you, trying to
prove to yourself what and why is it that you want to achieve it. What
it is that you
are trying to find, get or make. As I drag on, the question remains..
What’s the point?
