Aftermath

I posted the previous blog on FB. All hell broke loose. There were a few who loved it. A few who were concerned. Finally, seeking a few advises, I removed it.
The process was nice, however. I chatted with my sister after many days, and it was chat between two similars: one out of whom has changed over a period of time majorly because of the harshness of the world, and the other is in a process of joining the same world and motivated enough to give the best shot to change it. During the chat, there was concern shown towards me. I was tending towards a more idealistic scenario which even I know won't exist. The same was told to me by my sister. I was not ready to accept that though. It was not convincing even though she has 8 years of HR work ex. The reason it was unconvincing was that even she believed in what I was saying: probably she only accepted that nothing much can be done to change the situation, a feeling that "ek chana kya bhaad phodega". I am yet to face those harsh realities where the world outside is reluctant towards your feelings, your ethics, ethics in general and everyone is in a mad rush to run over you.
Whatever chat we had, I don't know how much it was constructive or made sense, but I am sure it was fun for both of us. And probably the changed one actually realized somewhat what she was and what she stands for always.

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