Nobody likes a lecture on their birthday.

After a week of constant laziness i finally managed to post this guest post by the hilariously smart blogger Anshul Thankur

I have been on cloud 7 ever since i saw the guest post tweet in my twitter mention because at last after crying multiple shades of blue one of my favorites listened and made an effort to write down for my poor blog which is almost dying daily cursing the blog owner who is one and only I, Me and Myself. \^o^/

Okay,Let's begin. Here it is xD 

Birthday is the time when we pull out old photo archives, sit with near and dears and then reminisce amidst a lot of bantering and badinage. We don’t talk of regrets, we mock ourselves at the mistakes and blunders that we committed and thankfully take little offence. So, birthday is good day, right? 

Okay honey, I’ll tell you a secret recipe to living today, this birthday. Daddy’s grown all too old to not lecture about what to do and what not to do, but if you promise to be a good girl today, I promise you there is nothing hard in living if you have a few things with you. We’re not the all-knowing and always right people, it isn’t exactly bad to not be like that. Take this as a little gift.

Deal? Good.

Let us talk about what you will not like in the future. Regrets. We’re not afraid of making mistakes, we are afraid that we might regret them some time later. But ‘might’ is as clandestine as it is potent. And what future are we alluding to when we make those decisions, is it better than what we imagine it to be if we choose the ‘regretful’ way? There is not one trajectory that one could follow in this intricate labyrinth strewn across our lifetime. Time is not the better judge, we are. Why can’t we regret? What is wrong with regretting anyway? Presence of regrets means we did something that we later discovered was not the better way to do something. That is a lesson, not the end of the world. Even if it is the end of the world, well, it doesn’t matter then anyway. 

I know I talk a lot about routine and discipline and about how you need a routine to get a sense of direction. I should police my words better, now that we have you, a little darling who is growing up into such a wonderful lady. Discipline is the word, routine is practically rhetoric. I look at you jumping all around the house and filling the ears of this homestead with melodic chimes and the eyes with smiles. So when I shake my head in dismay and Grandma and Pa pull at me while they make every effort to pamper you and ensure that your conviviality and festivities don’t stop, I am just being cautious honey. And Ma and Papa know how to keep it in mind that we cannot be too cautious now. But be warned, discipline is what we stand for, it is the objective, not the means and I will not be lax on maintaining it. 
 

You know right now, where dreams are made. I fear, routine might take that knowledge from you and make you mechanical and call it methodological. Sleep child, sleep as much as you need, no less, neither an ounce more. I want you to wake up every day with a dream in your head, and tell me about it. I’ll listen, I’ll find time. There will be times of school, then college and then jobs which will make you use alarm clocks; but honey, this is your life, all of it. You will own your education, your job, your roles, they will never own you, if you don’t let them. Don’t let them, or else you’ll fear regretting. 

The key to living is to live as it comes. Big people have said simple words, ‘stay hungry, stay foolish’, or ‘life is what you make it’. I tell you that they are all absolutely right, but one shoe doesn’t fit all and it is up to us to find our own way of life, our own quote. So listen with intent, and think a lot. The world needs people who can think and contemplate. If you are annoyed, be annoyed, don’t try to be not annoyed when you are, and when you are happy, let no worry bog you down. 

Someday you’ll think of us and might feel the weight, but honey, we’re fine as long as you are fine. Someday you might read this, and think that I gave a recipe for disaster. And maybe someday you’ll read it and think it all makes sense. In between those points, just remember we have our lessons, but just like you are special, your life too is and you have to find your lessons first hand. But do whatever, do not forget to live.

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