As I woke up to a Shubho Nababarsha (Happy New Year – Bengali), I thought about what the day means to me. And I realized, it will be just another day of staring at the computer. Trying to get work done, some mundane odd jobs at home and largely just another day. When I called people of the parents’ generation, there was a marked difference. They were excited, had plans and satisfied. It made me wonder, what’s going on with us? What’s the rush?
We rush, rush to get up before the maid rings the bell. We rush, rush to get the breakfast on the table. We rush, rush to pack up the lunch. We rush, rush to get dressed. We rush…
We rush, rush to get fatter bank accounts. We rush, rush to complete the checklists. We rush, rush to meet deadlines. We rush, rush to reach our goals. We rush, rush to the myriad meetings. We rush…
In all this rush and all the hooha about earning for a living, when do we begin living?
We forget, it is a festival today. We forget, it is a special day. We forget, we have a family waiting for us at home. We forget, for whom we rush. We forget…
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