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Experiences: Shaving My Head and Voting…

3 Aug

“The Human Spirit lies in experiences.” – John Krakauer in his book Into the Wild.

The above-mentioned quote appears in a book called Into the Wild. It is a national bestseller written in 1996 by John Krakauer, and it was later adapted into a movie by Sean Penn. The book is based on an article Krakauer wrote on the life of Christopher McCandless, an American adventurer. I haven’t read the book yet, but I am definitely going to.

As I was reading about Christopher, I was ecstatic to discover that he is an alumnus of Emory University! (Yay!) After graduating with high grades from Emory, he donated his $25,000 college fund to find solutions for poverty and injustice around the world. This was just to give you some background on the book and the quote. 

To me, life is simply a collection of experiences. One of the primal purposes of living is to have a multitude of experiences – good and bad, funny and serious, breathtaking and boring, incredible and ordinary, etc. Notice I used “and” instead of “or” because it’s important to have a variety of experiences. We can only develop through experiences, never diminish.

I love trying new things, and I have a bucket list of hundreds of things I want to try or do. (I’m still working on making the list comprehensive, and I’ll probably write about my list once it’s near its completion.) I mean I guess it could be said that trying new things and gaining experiences is just YOLOing, but it’s more profound than that. You don’t just go out and do stupid stuff; you do things that are meaningful, like completely shaving your head or getting your voice heard.

Pierre de Ronsard once said, “Live now, believe me, wait not till tomorrow; Gather the roses of life today.” For me, those roses are a metaphor for experiences. There is nothing that mandates the roses to be aromatic or even beautiful. Similarly, the experiences don’t always have to be joyful and splendid. Trust me, regardless of how hard we try, we are guaranteed to encounter those sad, boring, and regretful experiences. Accept them and move on!

This week, I completely shaved my head; maybe, it wasn’t the best idea. But, I wanted the experience, and I certainly don’t regret it. I’ve always wanted to shave my head just to see what it’s like, and this was just the ideal time to do it. Am I going to continue shaving my head? No, of course not. Hopefully, my hair will grow back to its normal length in three weeks, before my college orientation and Eid.

Here’s a before and after picture from this week. So far, I’ve been compared to Zinedine Zidane and badasses from Indian movies…

It’s still really hard to believe that I am already eighteen years old and that I get to vote in the U.S. Presidential Election in coming November. On July 31st, Georgia had its general primary where I voted in two very important issues. One of the issues was a transportation referendum for  the city of Atlanta. It was a ten-year long, billion dollars initiative to improve the traffic and economy of Atlanta. The other issue was on whether alcohol sales were to be allowed on Sundays. I voted Yes for both issues. It was just the experience — voting for the first time, doing something that has an impact, etc.– that was certainly extraordinary. 

It was a surprising experience as I made a last-minute decision to vote in the primary. Frankly, it’s not like I was never expecting to be eighteen or a citizen of U.S.A. I realized these things were bound to happen. And yeah, I was really excited after voting!

What I failed to realize is that they would happen in the blink of an eye.

Life is short. Gather the experiences in life and give your life a meaning.

Doing Something For the First Time

9 Jul

Something popped up on my Facebook newsfeed a few weeks ago. Well, that’s remarkable! As if things don’t always pop up on our newsfeeds. This “thing”, however, was probably one of the most intriguing things I’ve seen in recent times. Then again, it was nothing special, just a simple picture from tumblr or something. A simple picture with twelve resplendent words: “When Was The Last Time You Did Something For The First Time?”

I simply looked at the picture, liked it, and then shared it. That was the end of it…or so I thought. The next day, the picture suddenly appeared somewhere in my subliminal mind. An intense desire to look at the picture once more became overwhelming.

So, I went back to my Facebook (this was the next day), and looked at it again. This time, those same twelve words seemed to jump at me from the computer screen. “When Was The Last Time You Did Something For The First Time?”

Was it today? Yesterday? Last week? Last month? Last year? When was it? Unfortunately, and conforming to my innermost fears, I just couldn’t think of the last time I did something for the first time.

There I was, an eighteen year old, who was simply existing and not living. Don’t get me wrong here. I am not frustrated or even a tad disappointed with my life. I am very content and pleased with the life that I have lived/am living. However, life is entirely too short to just sit around and/or be afraid to try new things.

I sat there for thirty minutes, pondering and wondering, and the closest thing that came to mind was that I turned eighteen for the first time on May 5th. As if I really deserved the credit for not dying just yet.

It occurred to me that it was time for a rebirth. I started doing stuff for the first time. In the same week after the fortunate epiphany, I drank bubble tea (for the first time), had lunch with a neuroscience professor from Emory (for the first time), and lost miserably in a contest held at my school (for the first time).

I tend to be in love with the “art” of keeping records (for anything that doesn’t concern school). When it comes to classes, I’m dreadfully disorganized; however, for anything else, I tend to be very organized. Sometimes, I think to myself I’d do great in a clerical position.

Seriously, you’ll be amazed at the things I used to keep records of. I used to keep extensive lists of all the movies I watched, all the books I read, all the coins and stamps I owned, all the songs (over 5,000) I illegally downloaded, all the things I’m grateful for, and all the states/countries I visited (and so many more nonsensical things).

So, the thought of keeping records of things I’m doing for the first time occurred quite naturally. Maybe, forty years from now, I’ll look back at these records (assuming computers still exist) and smile, laugh, cry, and hopefully, not regret anything.

Ladies and gents, and the cats that are reading this…(http://imgur.com/a/6UiIS). I urge you to get up and do something for the first time! Try something you have always been afraid to try.

YOLO! (You Only Live Once).. Carpe Diem! (Seize the Day).. Kal Ho Naa Ho! (Tomorrow May Never Come).. Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara! (You don’t Get Life a Second Time).. I’m sure you are already aware of the first two phrases; the last two are just cheesy Bollywood movie titles.

Go out there, and do something for the first time–no matter how big–or how small.

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