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Internal dialogue, externalized

The Bronze Talisman on the Brink

The privilege of a lifetime is being who you are.
― Joseph Campbell

Ten minutes into the conversation the smart articulate young man slides in the info, that he is from IIM Bangalore; ok! for heaven sake, ‘we were discussing movies!? it does not matter nor do I care from where you have passed out, we are not here for an interview and stop acting as if you are on a permanent job evaluation’ I thought, meandering through the purple haze of irritation/amusement;

He is not the first, he just confirmed my hypothesis that most students who pass out of premier institute have this urge bordering on ‘itch’ to communicate to whoever, wherever, the celestial information that they are from ‘X institute’, their treasured talisman, however young or old they are; you are not spared even in the washrooms; at the washbasin lathering your palms while drifting to nothingness to escape from the suffocating hand wash scent and lo and behold, your Zen moment can be shattered, if you accidentally looked at the mirror and made an eye connect with a stranger from a premier institute; smile, and few words into the conversation, the talisman is flashed on your face;

The compulsive obsession to share, the ‘Bronze Talisman’ on the faces of unsuspecting victims – where is it coming from? is it to prove a point, or beat the average crowd, the jantha to submission?! or validation? What is this obsession about?

Probably a manifestation of constant need for a pat on the back; can also be a problem of assessing self-worth in relation to only the degree and institute, or an obsession to prove he or she is better than the jantha around?! Or the pressure of constantly having to live up to the reputation of the institute? Not sure what prompts them to divulge their credentials or flash their talisman on an unsuspecting onlooker, who is dazed or miffed, depending on where the person is in life at that point;

Let the institute from its illustrious history give them the conviction to handpick their journey and destination; provide them an ability to choose to fight or not, astuteness to select their pit stops or overlaps; find strength to stand even when they fail or fall; and when they fall to reach into their core and discover that power to dust the embarrassment, tend to the wound, and slowly limp back; let them live life with mindfulness that ‘I am unique and I have choices’; the ability to melt into the crowd and be just another being without labels, badges, is a display of strength; it comes from one being settled and at ease with oneself, not wanting to constantly compete;

When we accept and cherish self, we also comprehend the fact that everyone is on their own journey; one can be super intelligent and have achieved the best, never taking away the credit for being there, but the guy round the corner with little means to resources managing to float is also great, and the rest like distance, height, speed is incidental and very relative in the relentless world;

It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain!I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it.
– The Invitation by Oriah Mountain Dreamer

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