One

For this is the only one I have, and I cannot afford to lose it, for something that is worth nothing.

So many times in our lives, each of us has said this line, on different occasions, in entirely different contexts, but have meant it to be true, from the core of each one’s heart. There is so much I want to write in this post, because there are so many thoughts that spring up on hearing “one”. I don’t know how many of you have experienced this, but sometimes, very silly things happen, only once, that is it. They will never happen again, and when it happened, it didn’t even seem anything important. But now when I look back at it, I can’t stop smiling, I can’t stop thinking what would have happened if I took a different path at that point. That moment is etched in my mind, never to wash off. But about those moments, I have talked a lot in the past four years. So no more dragging old topics, and no more digging into grounds which are soft enough to walk on.

One chance. Sometimes one chance is all you need. One minute, and if you can get back that one minute, your entire life would speak differently right now. You could live an entirely different life. I will tell you a story, but only if you promise not to laugh at me. Recently, I sat for an interview with Microsoft. After a few rounds, when everything had gone pretty well, the interviewer asked me a very simple question: “What is the size of an integer?”

Now anyone who has studied Computers, (even if he did that back in his middle school), knows what the size of an integer is. For those who don’t, the size of an integer depends on the compiler. And that is what I told him. I quote my answer: “It depends on the compiler.”
“So what is the size?”
“It depends on the compiler, if the compiler is 32-bit, the size will be 32 bits, if it is 64-bit, the size will be 64 bits.”
“So what is the size?”
“I don’t get you. I said it depends on the compiler. It is the size of a word.”
“Yeah exactly. That is what I wanted to know.”
“So the word is compiler dependent…”
The interview went on for some more time but I already knew I had hit the low, that I wouldn’t be able to clear this even if I gave my best. I wouldn’t blame the interviewer, because his job was to eliminate people, and this was only a case where our point of view didn’t match. But for that one question, and that one minute, if I could take it back, today I might have been living a totally different life.

One life. One heart. I wouldn’t make this drab and boring by talking of one love, that notion passed away decades ago it seems. But yes, what we should have, is, one dream. ONE dream. That dream. The dream which would make everything else seem nothing. That dream, after which you would say, “I’ve done everything I’ve ever wanted.” That dream which keeps you awake. That dream that inspires you to do the stupid monotonous dull quotidian things you do today. That, one, dream, is what each of us should have. And you are already smiling, because you know you have that dream; and I have mine too. And I wish you all your luck that that dream gets fulfilled, and you should pray for me too. One prayer. That would be enough. Until later.

ZeroTwo

2 thoughts on “One

  1. You have embarked in such wonderful series. It’ s not any series, but a chain of life’s events so worth to mention and share amongst all of us. Thank you for taking the effort. I think it’s important to reveal something a bit off topic, it seems like, but again, what do I know? Artists all the time yearn to seek out that one inspiration, the ONE, which makes their mark as an individual, The Artist. It’s not so much about recognition but more so about self expression, the experience of the innermost self and then they stop! In introspect, as your series suggests, life is a continuous connection of all things and beyond, a decagon. Thus, an inspiration is born to feed off the next bigger one. An accumulation of small gists will produce a more significant one. I don’t think I will ever complain about the progression of your blog content. As the moment sparks an idea which forms the action. And from it, ideas are formed. It’s a vitality. Why would it ever be bad?

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    1. Truer words have seldom been spoken. A continous connection of all things and beyond, and how we can relate to each of them back and forth. There is a balance between Progression and Nostagia. The more we progress, the more we experience, the more nostalgic we become. And these moments are all those which count towards making us what we are today.

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