Disclaimer: A couple of things to confirm here….
1. It’s the first day of 2013, so a bit of fun as I have put together a sketch and mish-mashed the images from the web
2. The following sketch applies to both male and female
3. Images plucked from….mentioned at the bottom
Images courtesy of:
Old man – forums.digitalpoint.com
Indian Dad – http://www.theoriginof.com
Indian Mum – http://www.theoriginof.com
Girl – clipartcandy.com
Sikh Boy – sikhtoons.com
The previous two articles under the My Series on LIFE can be found <here>
Preamble – I was asking two simple questions, Why Am I Here? | What is my purpose in life?
I was but a twinkle in my mother’s eye, a twinkle which now became a reality. The process of birth had began, however, it would take some nine months, 3/4 of a year, for me to emerge. If there was a reason, a force, which enabled this women to be on the cusp of motherhood, then something of equal proportion would need to keep me safe throughout this journey.
I once heard someone describing a woman’s body to that of a ball of fire, and how a child growing inside her womb remains protected, safely tucked away, and that the child is emersed in the total thought of God, for this is the reason a child cries on entering the world because of that bond that is broken. (Appreciate there is a scientific view on this and that not all children cry at the time of birth).
Consider this, I, like yourself, have been exceptionally fortunate to make it through those nine months, to arrive at the doorstep of World, to those so many who never made it, drawing their last breath within the womb. My arrival would start a new leg of the journey, however my path is still unclear – but…..I guess I was meant to be here
Next post, titled “My Being Here” coming soon.
It’s like I’ve been awake all night [pause]
I’ve been brushing my teeth for over 5mins [pause]
I didn’t finish my breakfast [pause]
Someone is talking to me, but I can’t hear them [pause]
I haven’t got the energy to do my laces [pause]
I try and smile to the parents, my mouth hardly moves [pause]
There’s 2mins to go, I am feeling worse [pause]
I take my position, there’s screaming, I can’t hear anything [pause]
Someone’s blown a whistle [pause]
[Thump]
The kid is lying next to me on the floor [pause]
There are cheers [pause]
I feel much better now, a full-blooded tackle [pause]
I start to breath for the first time today [pause]
Me | Age 12 | Cup Final Day
Over the weekend, one of my under 9’s football [soccer] players turned up for a game, there was fear in him before he even stepped onto the pitch. He just never made that tackle, he couldn’t get rid of those butterflies the whole time.
I felt sorry for him. It brought back a memory.
Learn to roar, learn to conquer! Never be afraid of anything on this earth! Play the game, not the occasion!
[22:53 on a Monday evening and the above quote popped into my head and stimulated a strange story]
Dialog 1.
“Well Thanks for looking after me while I was in India Nitin. You know when you come here with family, we will show you guys a great time”
“Sure, we will come, once your recession is over in the UK. You know my work is very vital here, I just can’t pull away. I just about got 3 days leave to see you when you came over to India”
“Don’t worry about no recession and don’t work too hard. You know, one day, you will have to come, I tell you that”.
Dialog 2.
“Afternoon Naveen, how are things in Delhi? I spoke to your elder brother Nitin yesterday, we were discussing plans about him visiting us in the UK”
“Nitin will never come Vikram. Firstly he works around the clock and all the money he earns not only runs his household, but he also assists a failure like me. He pays for my kids education, makes sure we have clothes and bills are paid on time. He will never come while he has useless family members like me hanging around”.
“Don’t be hard on yourself Naveen, all will be OK, you just keep trying to find work and get yourself back on your feet ok”.
Dialog 3.
“Nitin darling, see who is ringing at this hour, so late baba….What’s that noise, Nitin, Nitin, what’s wrong, you are crying”.
“Bad news from the UK, Vikram passed away!”
Dialog 4.
[Door bell rings, Nitin's house]
“Yes, can I help you”.
“Sorry to bother you Sir following the sad news yesterday. I am, was, a good friend of Vikram’s. This envelope is for you, from Vikram…Thank You….Bye Sir”
[Opens the envelope to find a letter and two tickets]
“My dear brother Nitin, by the time you get this, I will have been no more. You know I told you to come over and see me, you should have listened. I said. One day, you will have to come. So here’s that day. These tickets will get you to the UK in two days time and there will be someone there to collect you both. Come see me off dear brother, come see me off”.
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This evening I recalled a conversation with a very dear friend, strange these thoughts, turned into a story.
Early January I wrote a post titled My Series on LIFE, I was asking two simple questions, Why Am I Here? | What is my purpose in life? The post kick started some interesting responses, many Thanks all.
So, next part in the My Series on LIFE.
So what was the notion behind my inception? I want to go right back to the beginning. We all know the process of how we come to be, however that human notion that leads to the birth process being kicked off is so different for everyone. So what was my parent’s notion? They wanted to start a family so they planned me? Did they not have a notion at all and I was just an unplanned activity? Did I come to be because of a horrific incident, a Bastard? What I am trying to say is that due to some thought process, the decision was taken for my inception. Someone somewhere decided I had a right to be part of the evolutionary process, to be that single sperm that outwits all the others and reaches my destination, to begin a journey that would last some nine months.
So due to some fortunate or unfortunate incident, I took the first step towards what would be the human form. I ask myself, was it science, or was it a force much higher than our understanding? Why do I say this? I know many a couples who spend their entire lives trying but their notion never turns into something they can hold.
Next post, titled “Can I survive the early journey?” coming soon.
