Am I Lucky?

Disclaimer: This post is only for keeping track of my thoughts....just like all other of my posts....

A very close friend of mine booked a house in Gurgaon....his thinking that this is a good time as well as a good age to take a house. Another one searching for a house to take so that he can have peace of mind for the rest of his life.......and what am I doing? I am looking for a loan so that I can open 3 more branches of my small business which I started almost as soon as I started earning...and have since been putting most of my savings into it (it HAS started paying back now so I feel that is a good thing...)

Now my thinking...am I lucky that I have a liability in the form of a business to take care of? Because once I had done these things...namely:

1. Invested in a house, car and other "basic" amenities required in the future....
2. Put most of my money in EMI's for loans for all the things purchased/booked in point 1...
3. Become comfortable thinking that whatever I have taken in point 1...and will be paying off through point 2....is all that I need....

Will I ever think of opening my own business??? Will I ever think of coming out of this comfortable scenario??? On the other hand....if as I am doing, I am putting money into a business which is growing....then possibly 5 yrs down the line, I will actually be playing golf or roaming around the world or doing something else when everyone else who started there comfortable life 5 years back will be working monday to friday......am I lucky?

Arrow in my heart....

I was just a little too drunk today i guess....so started thinking....

Medieval ages...a war going on. I am a simple soldier whose sole responsibility is to shoot arrows into the air and try stop the knights from coming to close to start using their swords...I have been doing the job pretty efficiently for the last 2-3 years but as they say...the life of an archer is pretty short....one knight gets through or one foot soldier gets his sword near you and you are dead...very simple reason that due to shortage of iron, an archer only gets his bow and arrows and no sword to save himself. Even the bow is usually made of wood and if it breaks, your only option is to start running back...which in a way is good because it takes you away from the front where all your mates are getting slaughtered from the swords that have been able to escape your arrows...

And then I started having my thoughts run to a possible time when the enemy swords DID get through...and I was the unfortunate one to get one spike right through my stomach. That would possibly not have been as painfull but for the fact that the dude who pumped his sword into me was in a hurry to get it out...and hence the sword...which probably had not been sharpened before the war...managed to scrape a part of the aorta and the food pipe on its way out...the point is that even this is not painfull since all the nerve endings which result in the feeling of pain are present in the skin...which only has a thin slit in it. The point is that due to this "scraping", the blood has decided to start flowing out. And since the aorta gets its dosage of blood directly from the heart, and the heart has not yet decided to stop pumping, I end up lying on the ground...which is really hot due to the sun up in the sky beating down on the stones and making them small embers piercing into me....watching my blood flowing out. I am really surprised at the amount of blood that was actually present in the frail body where everyone in my entire life had said that not even a litre of blood will flow out. I am willing to take a bet that at least 5 litres flowed that day at least....and then the darkness arrives...

Is that death? Maybe it is...maybe i am just fainting....but what the hell.....I do know that I never woke up after that.....but if our life truly is so cheap...then why do we fight our entire life to just stay alive?