Through this post, I wish to thank all my friends for congratulating me on winning an award and for being happy for me. I have never met many of you, but I am surprised at the wishes that showered on me by strangers. Many people wished me on Facebook, many elderly people phoned me to my office and wished me (even now many are calling up), even those who came to office on other works, called me and expressed their happiness. They were all utter strangers. That is what surprises me. Thank you once again.
'Caught in a strange land in a net with other butterflies, I'm a caterpillar yet undecided to remain a caterpillar and perish or turn into a beautiful butterfly and live a life full of joy.' Readers don't laugh. But I came up with this one night recently when I was travelling in a train. I tossed and turned, not being able to sleep, upset over unexplainable things and frustrated over events not in my control. Then it occurred to me that our life and its usefulness depends on our decisions -- whether to remain a crawling caterpillar whose existence otherwise is either ignored by all and sundry or who is cursed for just being there and thrown out with a stick, or to develop wings of life and metamorphose into a beautiful butterfly whom everybody adores for its beauty and colour, for its flitting liveliness, for its service to the flower's pollination... I thought that I should be a butterfly, of service to others, but then again I thought, anyway, who really cares?
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