There is no point being a rich man in cemetery. Nor is there any good having been a CEO of a company. Posterity does not remember all these. All efforts to live beyond the grave through reproduction also do not give much relief.

I read somewhere, and for some reason I tend to believe, that a few days before death an individual comes to know of the imminence of his tryst with death. Waiting for this rendezvous, what would an individual think? Would he think of the money he made or fame he achieved? I believe that he will think more of ‘did I live happily’, ‘was I good to people as much as to myself’, ‘was I good to myself at least’, etc type of questions. I think he would think of the lies he told, the tricks he played to make money or deceive someone. He would think of those times which he spent in office which he knew he should have spent with his dear ones. He would think of his own people and see if their faces really reflect sadness at the impending event. As people lay in the death bed, material things hardly matter. But good amount of our life is spent chasing material things.

Let the world change you…and you can change the world.

The punch-line of the movie the types of which I haven’t seen one in many years now – “The motorcycle diaries”.

This movie shook me out of my slumbers. Who cares if I became a CEO? Who cares if I make money? Would I care these things myself? I do not know. I want to pursue happiness as the sole object of life. But what will give me happiness? I guess I know a bit of it, but surely cannot claim that I have an affirmative answer.

The protagonists of this movie take a 12500 KM journey through the roads and rivers of South America traversing many countries and cultures, during which journey their lives get transformed and they transform the lives of some. The movie is based on a true life story. A brilliant one.

Get the DVD, shut yourself in the corner of the room, tell people not to disturb you, no popcorn. Watch the movie, preferably alone. Do nothing after the movie. Do not even get up from there. Sit about. Think about life. Life will mean something else. Surely not what we are, at least what I am, doing.