So, here I am, one day before I step into what I would like to call the ‘the first half of the late twenties’; mentally ticking off one more of the many things ‘to-do’.
A blog. I’m wondering when i first came across the word. I swear I don’t remember, but I do remember thinking that the internet is an amazing way to make your thoughts heard. To how many people, I wonder again. One? Ten? A hundred? A thousand , if you are lucky( and good, mind you). What about all the people out there, who can’t read, asks my ever-so-cynical mind? For now, they’ll have to wait.
There are many things we all want to do and want to be. My first blog is a small bit about the latter.
When children are asked, “what do you want to be when you grow up?”, there are always interesting answers. As I think back, I wanted to be so many things– I wanted to be a teacher ( my mother as the role-model), a politician ( during the hot-headed teenage days when I wanted to change the world), a writer ( because I loved books since when I was in second grade, and wanted to be able to write to the world), an environmentalist ( because it pained me to see humans exploit nature), a doctor ( I thought it would enable me to reach out to people) and finally, a journalist ( I thought this would let me travel all I wanted).
Well, I may have made it to a couple of those ‘people’ I wanted to be. But it would be nice to make my 12-year old self smile at who I am today. Would that innocent naive little girl smile? Maybe, Maybe not.
A ‘Doctor’ today, I hope to be an agent of change tomorrow. Change for the better, of course. How will I succeed? That’s something I am yet to figure out.
A whopping quarter century lies behind me today. And in the coming days I will share with you things that moved me, that made me change, that I dream of…
P.S; Thanks to the two people who inspired me to write today.