Reminiscences

As cliché as this may sound, have you ever wondered why you were put here on Earth, right here, right now? I have asked myself this a million times and I’m sorry to say that I still don’t have the answer. If everything happens for a reason, then there must be a reason for my very existence right here, right now. Or in the bigger scheme of things, I am meant to do something, either minute or colossal, which may then trigger other events which in turn will trigger other events, etc. In other words, something in the future that is meant to happen will not happen without me.

I often entertain morbid thoughts, usually to do with my own mortality. Even when I am not entertaining such thoughts, taking a flight on a budget airplane during the monsoon season would soon put such thoughts into your head, trust me. So as I was sitting through some pretty rough turbulence, as usual I thought whether this would be the end and if so, I would actually be happy right then and there because I have nothing more to live for anyway.

And then this stray thought just comes into my head, telling me that it’s not the end yet for me because my mission as it were on Earth is not done yet. A random thought borne out of fear? God whispering to me? The universe reaching out to me? A voice from the past? A voice from the future? And no, I’m not schizophrenic.

Whatever it is, I have 17 years to find out what it is that I have to do, and more importantly, I hope that whatever history altering feat that I have to perform will be duly performed to the standards of the powers that be before 17 years is up. Maybe the fact that I die in 17 years is the thing that I’m supposed to do. In which case, how ironic is that? To survive 50 years of death defying accidents, murder, disease and other anything-can-happen nonsense, only to die in the end at my own hands.