A Hundred Times Everyday.......

The manner in which I take my blessings for granted or for that matter don't actually make them count really irritates the hell out of me! It just so happens that when I reflect on the past wish I had a little more of common sense then. Its strange what an ordinary bout of viral infection can force you to reflect on!

September 7th – September 13th :
I work in times and in an industry which ensures that I never have to expose my epidermis to the scorching heat. The best working conditions in the history of the private sector, the world at finger tips(www) and my own space.
In this I was a bit apprehensive about the way things would shape up at work.

I also found myself in a “ if only I had...” kind of mood. Blaming ineffective teachers, my erstwhile financial status and in the process creating many more punching bags.

But as I lay shivering(ignore the intensity...i couldn't find a more diluting word) with a mild fever , past memories flashed by.

I guess I was in the hmm.....8th standard( or may be 9th) .
Diwali , as is with most Hindu families , was a really lavish affair at home. New clothes, sweets, crackers topped the list.
But this time around it was not to be so. Our fortunes had just dipped and so did dad's health.
But still he ensured that I had crackers to burst!

I remember dad recounting his efforts to set up his own drug manufacturing unit and how we had to forgo it all . In spite of the loss he managed to clear all his debts without any help.



I was also reminded of the long distance dad had to travel to work. Work conditions were horrible . He had to work alongside with the workers to ensure that the work was being done the right way!

Mom too had pitched in by going back to college and clearing a B.ed entrance at an age when most housewives wouldn't even dream of going back to academics.

I clearly remembered how dad would go to work in spite of his failing health and here I was fussing over nothing.
With a splendid career lying ahead I realised I was worrying too much over petty thing whereas my parents had boldly decided to stay back in a city in spite of reaching near bankruptcy.

As I read Albert Einstein's quote which adorns my desk I realised what kept them going .....

“ a hundred times every day I remind myself that my inner and outer life are based on the labors of other men, living and dead, and that I must exert myself in order to give in the same measure as I have received and am still receiving......”
-------Albert Einstein

PS: i know the post doesn't appear polished but then these thoughts are the print version of a guy down with viral fever...LOL :P