Not very long back the dreams that resided in my mind resembled the smell of wet clay on green grass after the first shower. The mind was imaginative and pure, and the rains poured the caffeine to my imagination. And caffeine itself made me so creative. The ingenious thoughts ranged the understanding the “persistence of memory” and debating with friends on its application to our lives. I used to think on what constituted the enigmatic anatomy of what Professor Hamel called the “grey haired revolutionary”( long lived firms).
And then the obvious happened. I graduated. The jeans were transformed to Pin stripes. The neck tie clogged my thoughts. THE WHOLE WORLD WITH THE HORIZONS BECAME A 17 INCH MONITOR. The coffee shop ideas became PowerPoint presentations. Then I used to worry about how to sustain economic developments. Now I worry about my Tax returns. As I am writing this passage its not the empty canvas that’s in my mind, but why has my company deducted my taxes so suddenly.
Is this transformation worth it? What forms this transformation? Why do we lose that bigger picture? Why do we stop loving people and start loving material possessions.