1957

I wish I was not born in this bloody mess of a 21st century. I wish I had some courage to get up and do what I wish to, what my heart draws towards instead of being stuck in this stinking pot of IT. The only time I get to be me is the teary ride on my bike. Yes these days when I get on my bike, my pod is churning out the music of the Gods. Invariably a traffic signal happens to be the only time when I can hear my ipod. In those few moments I am moved and torn and elavated and all at the same time. This is too much for a small person like me and the tears just rollout. Today I was listening to this old copy of GNB and Chowdiah's concert.I wish I was born in their time, where making money was not so much of an issue, where IT was not the only employment, where going abroad was not the only ambition and life was lived all through and not just in the 20s and 30s, where education meant more than just MS/MBA. I wish this internal conflict ends soon and when I break out from my cocoon I am a beautiful butterful and not an ugly moth.