As I was asked this yesterday, I asked back: Why not? With each milestone in our life, we achieve an impossible: a goal – Which we may or may not have set for ourselves, but destiny had. And I love making records.
Started in Grade 5. This record making spree of mine. In an inter-house dramatics play in school when as lead actress, I along with the other ‘mannequins’ kept eating the scrumptious pastries provide by the nuns and royally forgot to say our lines. The Pansies house came last! This was a goal I had not set out for myself, but destiny had.
I forgave the pastries, but I never forgot!
In Grade 8, I made yet another. In a biology class, as all girls silently and with concentration were dissecting a formaline dead frog, my mystery and crime thriller soaked brain somehow managed to ‘make’ it come alive, as a screaming me threw it right at our biology teacher, showing everyone how it had even bitten my finger off! My practical marks threw my science confidence into a downward spin! (though to no immense regret as parents were always chilled out about marks and exams then – wonder why they aren’t so now??) This was a goal I had set out for myself for my rich imagination had won me a large following as everyone said that I would end up being an author and destiny had it planned, I guess.
I forgive the frog, but I never forget! (I almost have my book ready now!)
In college I defied the self-proclaimed ‘ban’ on any dress, other than the sari or mekhla chaadar (an assamese dress) by a radical student organisation and took it one step further by driving to college on a TVS moped. Along with the goats and the farmers who found me to be an alien, the young men greeted me with black flags and slogans. I bartered with them: “you get into a ‘dhoti-kurta’ instead of a jeans/pant and shirt and you shall find me in a sari”. My elderly college Principal heaved a sigh of relief. I had rested my case & won hands down. This was a goal I had not set out for myself, but destiny had.
I forgave the silly young men, but I never forgot!
In my professional life I set several goals, some I managed to meet others I could surpass. Those I hadn’t planned for but were achieved had the sweetest triumph. Those I had planned for and achieved had the most humbling sense of accomplishment. This is what makes milestones special.
Keeping milestones as personal targets is always wise. Never make them into ends to realize aspirations of climbing an organisations’ ladder, for then milestones do not remain that.
They become ambitions. Ambitions can become ugly for they are the ones with the small red coloured horns. Those which make a person obnoxious and disagreeable. Makes them do repulsive actions and intimidating skirmishes which are unnecessary in any association.
When milestones are attained quietly, without brazen advertisement & insolent announcements but with unassuming grace – that is when my answer: Why not? gains further significance.
I forgive the ambitious, but I never forget.
I shall never forget the lovely milestones I have made for myself and in the bargain for some others too. Though in my case many old ‘friends’ have developed selective amnesia and have forgotten how they were helped in the bargain.
It matters not to me for I am not the one living with the guilt, a heavy conscience and the constant fear of the ‘karma’ boomerang!
I await the boomerang of memories of all my signposts in life as they come flooding back. Why not?