On the very lazy last Saturday, I settled down to watch a movie that my room-mate had shared. The Bucket List. Yes, I had not seen it until then. Some stupid inhibition that I have against my ability to understand American. Anyways, finally saw the movie and was totally blown and floored by it. I of course had seen the hindi movie Dasvidaniyan earlier which is inspired by the former. But, after watching the original, not even close I’d opine.The obvious question that propped up in my mind was, “whether or not I should have a bucket list of my own?”
Asked this to some friends and a lot of them did say that they had a bucket list, were working towards fulfilling the items on it and some fortunate ones had also managed to strike out a few entries! :o)
“x number of things to do before I die” Somehow the association of the list with death is something that has always made me uncomfortable. I find something very negative about that phrase, that idea.
Is it not a belief and a very healthy one that we spend way too much time expecting the big joys and in the process neglect the small joys that are way too frequent and way too many than that one big moment or may be two for the fortunate…
Driving fast on the Nuberg Ring or the Autobahns can be a drive of a lifetime. But, sadly that’ll happen only once.
But the joy my car gives me when the turbo kicks in at 2500 rpm five to six times every day can be as enormous if you allow it to be. Is it not more stimulating to make most of this and if you do so, you have so many moments in your ruddy day that take your breath away? A perspective that makes sense…?
I by no means advocate that the big “once in a lifetime” joys have no place. They do and are very significant. But it’s these small joys which often go unnoticed that have an enormous potential to put a smile on your face and make everyday special.
