Eat-teen till I die!
For the love of food and food for love, food for thought, food to survive…I just kept wondering, if not fed, then we’re dead.
We all eat to live, but the trend or in fact evolution changes to live to eat. It’s much more than mere survival,
Honestly food matters, nothing else but weight, body or brain, in sunshine or rain, it’s food that gives us
nourishment. I remember correctly while doing my environmental studies, flora and fauna and whole food chain cycle.
It makes me feel satiated when I’m full, but did it really fill my mind, my soul. No it’s not spiritual food I’m talking…it’s much above the peak of Maslow’s pyramid of self-realisation…haven’t we all been through this stage…now what next? Maslow’s no more. Hunger is temporary and so is food. Likely, as the great ad man Ogilvy said ‘Stay hungry, stay foolish’. Wait a second, he said ‘foolish’, not all ad men are insane or foolish, or is it that all outside this
creativity, out-of-the box brilliant minds are not creative, are not advertisers, marketers?
We all are right, talented, God-gifted, then why do we waster our time pursuing, chasing dreams and not realities…
What I really mean to state that I’m quite surprised, we discover these too late in life, and we are stuck in the daily rut of what we call, pseudo-bread winners. Let’s learn how to make bread, brown, multi-grain, garlic, cheese bread.
We don’t need an identity for survival, it’s not our degrees, our qualifications, but it’s our way of thinking, doing things, interacting with people and getting to break the barriers-rules, protocols, systems…it’s time to learn solve our problems and not those mathematical or algebraic problems. We tend to forget the behavioural influences and
ignore the cultural societal norms…Who’s talking? Can we just keep in mind the way technology has impacted social lifestyle, your mind is not read but is transmitted through a device called social media of the kind of bread we knead than what we really need.
Political foolishness is always around, religious so called twisted tangled statements, media hype and hoopla exists and that’s the bread on the palette. Distasteful but well presented. It’s no longer the old school way of convenience, but more stress, regret and self-pity. It is what we are and what we make of ourselves, does this ‘creativity’ has to be bound or limited, indulging in material or focussing in constructive conversations is what we can choose.
Primarily, it has forsaken the very action-oriented to break free! It was not just revolution of battle or winning wars, it’s the war of reality, of our minds, what we think vs. what we do…if I don’t make it happened , it never will, I believe to have fed some thought not got fed up till I reach my grave.
I have a say, a point of view, it doesn’t matter if the rest are successful, are they happy? I can choose to be happy and successful, not meaning wealth, fame or a bunch of socialites surrounding me? I can do good to myself, reflect to others and society, I can be known I did all that I wanted, from an infant to a teen, an adult to the aged, I have the zest I had years back. I can’t blame lack of opportunities or situations, I can make use of the time effectively and let go of the things that don’t matter me. I don’t work because I love to, I sing because I want to, it’s in me, I don’t need to acquire or pretend, I learn, earn and soujourn! I don’t stop, I try out new things that excite me, I get bored fast, and so are you, I need to evolve, catch your attention…I’m not speaking like a marketer, I’m your friend, I did begin with my first love, I got dragged into infatuation, it was but short-lived, I know I had to work on it and develop now, else I will lose what I have, I haven’t gained anything but weight, and knowledge and learnt to deal with hard-heartedness.
I don’t want to dream and wish, but this a reality, more contemporary, close to my heart and feeling the pangs of hunger all the more…it’s the journey dear not the destination… Frankly, the short-lived will hate me, but will always deep down somewhere will thank me for being the trend-setter, I can be an inspiration though…I want my last world to be read, sung …not a funeral song, but a joyful melody that says keeps ‘Eat-teen till I die!
Feed the world, the world will be gratefully fed enough relishing on the morsels of love!
We all eat to live, but the trend or in fact evolution changes to live to eat. It’s much more than mere survival,
Honestly food matters, nothing else but weight, body or brain, in sunshine or rain, it’s food that gives us
nourishment. I remember correctly while doing my environmental studies, flora and fauna and whole food chain cycle.
It makes me feel satiated when I’m full, but did it really fill my mind, my soul. No it’s not spiritual food I’m talking…it’s much above the peak of Maslow’s pyramid of self-realisation…haven’t we all been through this stage…now what next? Maslow’s no more. Hunger is temporary and so is food. Likely, as the great ad man Ogilvy said ‘Stay hungry, stay foolish’. Wait a second, he said ‘foolish’, not all ad men are insane or foolish, or is it that all outside this
creativity, out-of-the box brilliant minds are not creative, are not advertisers, marketers?
We all are right, talented, God-gifted, then why do we waster our time pursuing, chasing dreams and not realities…
What I really mean to state that I’m quite surprised, we discover these too late in life, and we are stuck in the daily rut of what we call, pseudo-bread winners. Let’s learn how to make bread, brown, multi-grain, garlic, cheese bread.
We don’t need an identity for survival, it’s not our degrees, our qualifications, but it’s our way of thinking, doing things, interacting with people and getting to break the barriers-rules, protocols, systems…it’s time to learn solve our problems and not those mathematical or algebraic problems. We tend to forget the behavioural influences and
ignore the cultural societal norms…Who’s talking? Can we just keep in mind the way technology has impacted social lifestyle, your mind is not read but is transmitted through a device called social media of the kind of bread we knead than what we really need.
Political foolishness is always around, religious so called twisted tangled statements, media hype and hoopla exists and that’s the bread on the palette. Distasteful but well presented. It’s no longer the old school way of convenience, but more stress, regret and self-pity. It is what we are and what we make of ourselves, does this ‘creativity’ has to be bound or limited, indulging in material or focussing in constructive conversations is what we can choose.
Primarily, it has forsaken the very action-oriented to break free! It was not just revolution of battle or winning wars, it’s the war of reality, of our minds, what we think vs. what we do…if I don’t make it happened , it never will, I believe to have fed some thought not got fed up till I reach my grave.
I have a say, a point of view, it doesn’t matter if the rest are successful, are they happy? I can choose to be happy and successful, not meaning wealth, fame or a bunch of socialites surrounding me? I can do good to myself, reflect to others and society, I can be known I did all that I wanted, from an infant to a teen, an adult to the aged, I have the zest I had years back. I can’t blame lack of opportunities or situations, I can make use of the time effectively and let go of the things that don’t matter me. I don’t work because I love to, I sing because I want to, it’s in me, I don’t need to acquire or pretend, I learn, earn and soujourn! I don’t stop, I try out new things that excite me, I get bored fast, and so are you, I need to evolve, catch your attention…I’m not speaking like a marketer, I’m your friend, I did begin with my first love, I got dragged into infatuation, it was but short-lived, I know I had to work on it and develop now, else I will lose what I have, I haven’t gained anything but weight, and knowledge and learnt to deal with hard-heartedness.
I don’t want to dream and wish, but this a reality, more contemporary, close to my heart and feeling the pangs of hunger all the more…it’s the journey dear not the destination… Frankly, the short-lived will hate me, but will always deep down somewhere will thank me for being the trend-setter, I can be an inspiration though…I want my last world to be read, sung …not a funeral song, but a joyful melody that says keeps ‘Eat-teen till I die!
Feed the world, the world will be gratefully fed enough relishing on the morsels of love!
"I haven’t gained anything but weight"...LOL
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