Today evening, as I was having tea and smoking a cigarette at a very modest tea stall I saw a very meek looking man, with not the best clothing and wearing fake leather chappals that are bound to give multiple shoe bites. However, he said with a tone resembling the legendary Raaj Kumar, “Jaani.. Zamaana hum se hai, Hum Zamaane se nahin..”
Looking at him, after a day of incessant self doubt and loathing, I felt that no matter how much I deteriorate from now, I can always be good enough to proclaim to anyone who will listen that, “Jaani.. Zamaana hum se hai, Hum Zamaane se nahin..” and experience a moment of pride.
Reblogged this on Fragrant Chronicles and commented:
I wish you’d titled the post differently. Inspiration is the not the perfect vocab hit. This post of yours replaces all insecurities with boost of confidence and I-don’t-give-a-shit attitude. Calling it ‘inspiration’ merely would be such a huge understatement. Loved this post too much to not reblog it.
It seems like today ‘the universe’ has been wanting me to read all the ‘break-through’ kinds of writing. Thank you Universe. I enjoyed it.
Thank you for the kind words, Surabhi.
Do you have a better replacement in mind?
Not really. I don’t.