Yesterday night, while riding down together with K and S from the Birthday Circle towards the main gate, I saw a shooting star. I was the only one among us who noticed it and someone yelled at me to wish something soon. I tried and tried for seconds but couldn’t think of any wish. So I began asking myself later in the night, “Am I happy and content that I do not wish for anything?” or “Am I just too easily satisfied with everything and everyone around me… that I am less ambitious?”
Somehow, the word ambitious does not strike me as a good quality. Probably because of the way those who worship that word behave around here. When I think of someone as ‘ambitious’ the image that comes into my mind is that of someone who’s on a race against a lot of things…including him/herself. None of those people who termed themselves as ‘ambitious’ to me were actually heart-warming people. Anyway, the point of the post was not any of this…
I took out my bike after a long time and went for a ride at night, half-expecting winter chills. I was wrong with the last part… it wasn’t cold at all. We decided to dine at a small restaurant near our regular one and the food was good. Although, this morning I woke up to K’s call complaining of stomach upset and S complaining the same after some time. I don’t seem to have any problem, though. So, the question kind of goes back to the shooting star. Did I actually wish for my stomach to get immune against extremely spicy and oily North Indian country food?
I think I am being ambitious.