Bete-Noire

Well, the title has nothing to do with what follows next. Its just that, its a new addition to my vocab (courtesy: PTV in one of his post). For your ready reference, bete-noire means a detested person; someone or something which is particularly disliked or avoided; an object of aversion. Everyone has someone or something to dislike, it sometime seems that the very own existence of us humans depends on how much or to what extent do we dislike the particular object.

Whatever be the case, it is none of my concerns to get worried about the amount of hate or love that is spread in the world. So far, life has been going good with all its ups and downs. A suitable enough update would be - failed MS, got lucky with Oracle and again back to a failure through CAT so the next is that I am waiting for another success in queue. Life always goes with ups and downs, it somehow has never learned to travel on a widespread plain. After a large bum, I have to settle down and wait for a low rise. Still its been comfortable till now and I hope I won't feel even a bit of motion sickness on my leftover ride... which by the way I think is going to be long enough.

Couple of days back one of my friend told me that I'm so lively and I just repeated the famous Jab We Met dialogue - "Main apni favorite hoon!". But when I wait and think about it, there are lot less people remaining who actually love themselves. Most of us are busy cribbing that the others get more, they have a 'better' good luck than ours, there has been a case of favoritism etc. How many instances have been there where one has not done so? I admit that at a point in my life I was like that too and then one day everything changed. Everything as in everything. It was the day I got my rejection from MS, was dejected (it was my first rejection after all) to the core and the feeling was hopeless and then that almost an hour talk with Dad made me take a whole new perspective towards everything. He just said one thing, if I would have got selected for Nestle which sure was a better lucrative offer than BHEL, you wouldn't have been there thinking about your rejection because I would have been long dead (Nestle was posting in some remote village in Punjab, where at that time terrorism was at its peak and the factory was burnt with all its employees inside) and you would have got a compensation instead of the chocolates you think about. That one sentence made me realize that whatever is happening to me is probably for my own good. I don't say that might be some odd day MS campus in Hyderabad catches fire and I die there but now I don't care how everything goes... I just live through it.

Somehow, that one sentence has changed something within me and has changed my whole perspective turning me into the one who just loves whatever happens - good or bad. Again here Good and Bad are couple of the relative terms that we come across. Its the relativity from person to person that classifies things as good or bad. As they say, Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder, similarly I would quote this as Morality lies in the minds of the people. Boozing and fagging might be in for some whereas they are just a no entry territory for others. Similar is the case with pre-marital sex affairs, bribe or prostitution for that matter. Still some don't take things lightly and create a hype over that. Why does this simple fact never cross their mind that their roaming and cuddling around with there boyfriends, or simply having a boyfriend, is considered BAD by some others. Somehow, everyone ends up overlooking these facts and this aspect of theory of relativity.

I am all vella (not yella or della) this semester, the above passages were a part of the gibberish that runs in my mind these days. Pardon me in case it offended you. For now that is it... let me relax and switch over to watching "Music and Lyrics" - a lovely tale of a song writer and a born lyricist! Adieu!