Here’s the thing about meeting people after many many years: they are anchored to a version of you that may no longer define you. They are convinced that you owe it to them to follow-through on your earlier #life plans.
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I met an ex-colleague after more than half-a-decade. It was like any such meeting. Fake warmth to masquerade stocktaking about who did better in the lost time. Offering pleasantries only enough to veil judging and pontificating. And then banter.
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“Dude, howsoever you want to frame it, you’ve done a #career suicide. I am sure you know it but won’t care to admit.”
“The only thing I know for sure is what I have been able to avoid: suicide by career.”
“Well, at least you’ve still got your defensive reasoning skills.”
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“Ha! Here’s another one for you then – we all have strength enough to bear failure; either someone else’s or our own. It is the weight of others’ success that crushes us. But only till the time we don’t realize that life is a single-player game.”
‘A 50-year old man and his son are driving down the Mass. Pike when they meet with an accident.
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They are rushed to the hospital. The chief surgeon, who was the only one on duty at the time, looked at the bodies and exclaimed – “I can’t operate; he is my son.” A hospital convention prevented doctors to operate on immediate relatives.’
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“What do you think is going on here?” The professor asked this #culturally#diverse class.
While on a hop-on hop-off tour of the city of San Fransisco, I learned about Emperor Norton.
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Norton was a 19th century Englishman who lost all his money, and subsequently his mental faculties, on Peruvian rice trade. He re-emerged after some years and declared himself as Norton I, Emperor of the United States.
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He gave imperial proclamations and had eccentric ways of living and appearance. But people humored him. Some treated his words with deference, issued currency in his name.
He died on the streets. Yet, his funeral was attended by 30,000 residents of the city.
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