Sunday, October 02, 2011

String of Pearls

Ever wondered what keeps us going? Millions of people wake up everyday to go about their daily routine. What would happen if one fine morning everyone decides "that is it!" It's not really an uncommon question. Most of us have wondered about this, if not for personal reason then surely for professional reasons but have we really found the answer?

The question 'what motivates people' have puzzled corporates from the time of their initiations. Money which actually wins the voting by a large margin turns out to be wrong answer in several recent research. What then? Hope probably. But hope is so much futuristic. Something so uncertain. And why future? Why not past, something that has happened for certain.

Here, we are told, every organization, every strategy, every smallest activity begins with an objective that directs its course. Surely something like that happens with us all too. Except that we are not really always aware of that objective (except while filling up the forms). May be there is even a difference between what is and what we think. May be there is no objective, we just live in moments. Single moments that are strung like pearls in a string that we call our life. Perhaps it is memory that keeps the string intact. If we were to wake up one day with no memory of past, we would live each moment in itself, with neither fear, nor hope, nor regret. Each of these moments then will be a celebration because it will be first of its kind.

But then again, if celebrations are not remembered, are they any worth?

4 comments:

Sukesh Kumar said...

Really nice idea!!

but is overloaded with MBAtion!!! Would suggest not to add MBA jargon, it ruins all the flavor of a beautiful composition !!

Anki said...

LOL
Unfortunately the idea came while some mba fundae so could not ignore it :)

Mitali said...

Very nice article Ankita. I did not know you write so well. - Mitali

Anki said...

Thank you Mitali. :)

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