Tryst with destiny
It’s been a little less than 150 years, since the first mutiny for Indian Independence and a little less than 60 years for us gaining independence. 2 days away from the 58th anniversary of Indian Independence when we had our tryst with destiny, and I’m wondering what destiny offered us.
Was this what the freedom fighters fought for? Was this what they envisioned? Maybe I’m not the right person to comment on that, but I think they didn’t know as well. They didn’t know what independence meant. They only knew what colonialism was, and they didn’t like it. So they fought for the alternative.
A lot of times we do that, blinded and angst ridden by what we are facing now, we hope for a better future. A future that we do not know of and have not experienced, but something that theoretically looks good. Once we get there we are become blinded and angst ridden with what we face, and then we begin our journey to the next best theoretical thing. They complain, they fret and fume, little knowing that they are to blame for the state they are in.
Some people however stay there, in the past, because they have given up, they have no strength to go on; they have resigned to their destiny. They take what destiny offers them and pretend to be happy or seek sympathy. They die waiting for sympathy and pretending being happy.
I don’t know where I will fall into, maybe I will fit partially in both. But the end result is what will decide; Will I die complaining or pretend being happy!
Was this what the freedom fighters fought for? Was this what they envisioned? Maybe I’m not the right person to comment on that, but I think they didn’t know as well. They didn’t know what independence meant. They only knew what colonialism was, and they didn’t like it. So they fought for the alternative.
A lot of times we do that, blinded and angst ridden by what we are facing now, we hope for a better future. A future that we do not know of and have not experienced, but something that theoretically looks good. Once we get there we are become blinded and angst ridden with what we face, and then we begin our journey to the next best theoretical thing. They complain, they fret and fume, little knowing that they are to blame for the state they are in.
Some people however stay there, in the past, because they have given up, they have no strength to go on; they have resigned to their destiny. They take what destiny offers them and pretend to be happy or seek sympathy. They die waiting for sympathy and pretending being happy.
I don’t know where I will fall into, maybe I will fit partially in both. But the end result is what will decide; Will I die complaining or pretend being happy!
posted by Jolvin Rodrigues at
2:55 AM
1 Comments:
I disagree with "...but I think they didn’t know as well. They didn’t know what independence meant. They only knew what colonialism was, and they didn’t like it. So they fought for the alternative."
Such a concerted effort that lasted so many years, went through many generations, and succeeded definitely had vision; definitely had purpose.
Whether that vision makes sense in today's world is another matter.
Changing status quo is very different from changing something for the better or working "passionately" towards something that you dream about. Doing something blinded and angst ridden is only refusal of status quo. That is only half the job and even half-minded - if there is such a word.
Destiny is a word that we hide behind to mask failures. It's better to have said we tried and failed rather than blaming destiny.
Read if you will, this thought:
http://gaizabonts.blogspot.com/2005/05/many-meanings-of-destiny_20.html
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