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My Parents who wants to achieve through me or My Rickshaw man who was porting me to school in a dock full of kids who like me do not know WHY they are going to school or My Teachers who tried to share their knowledge and IDEA on me or My Friends with whom I am allowed to share everything or My the company who profits marginally where I am working for or My Carpenter who is working downstairs who needs me to buy a 1 1/4 inch screws for the shelf he is working on.

There is a command in Linux [i can think of anything else] called "touch," whose purpose is to either create a new file or change the time stamp of the file. All the people I mentioned above have done the same thing to me. They have made a new beginning or been responsible in taking some decision FOR me. I have also done the same to them.

As a three year old you are not expected to change the world with a stick in your hand, everyone does not get admission in Howard’s you need to be someone special like Potter. Your decisions are taken by Parents. Their decisions are based on their will and dreams. The have the right to decide whatever they fell is good for you. All you have to do is WAIT till they take the decision. Am I living their Life?

As a six year old you are not expected to get a 250CC bike to drive to school and back home. You are supposed to take a rickshaw to the school [most likely]. The Rickshaw man becomes your life saver on the streets where vehicles move at 40kmph and it feels as if everybody is trying to run over you. You have to get up from your bed before him, have a bath before him [even if you do not like to], eat before him [eventually likely to have] and be ready in fully ironed starched uniform and WAIT till he decides to pick you up for school. Was I living his Life?

You spend most of your life [life with out sorrow] not with your parents or your girlfriend but with teachers. Twenty long years 8am to 4pm, day-in-day-out, you need to watch them, listen to them, obey them, respect them, stand with them, sit with them, eat with them, have fun with them and sometimes fun of them. They had become an internal part of your life for 1/3 of your life of them. To an extent, if you want to drink water or pee you need to WAIT for their decision to excuse you. Was I living their Life?

When we almost think we can make decision on our own, we fall into a trap called work [which is also your decision]. There is nothing much to say after that, all most all decision that follows in life are made in a way to ADJUST with respect to the work we do. The priority changes [as it always has been] to the company decision then your personal desire. You are supposed to WAIT till they decide what things are good or bad. Am I living their Life?

Friends, they are for ever. As two persons we do not expect mutually anything from each of other for the rest of our life. They are the sewage where we dispose all that’s in our mind. Sometimes they affect/influence your decision in some stage of life. It’s true that we do not WAIT on them as they are always there to help or to trouble. Am I living their Life?

My carpenter is just an idiom for the people who we meet in daily life for a brief period of time. The old woman who needs help in crossing the road, someone who needs help in reading what number bus is coming, beggar to whom you drop money, the canteen boy who serves food for you, many more. We both WAIT on each others decision. Am I living their Life?

We are directly or indirectly linked to one another. If one person does not exist then the other becomes meaningless. It does not matter whether you agree or not, but even if you remove one person from your life you might know how your life could have turned. Its will be very interesting to see our life on a DVD with options to delete and include characters. It seems funny to me, that I have not taken a decision knowingly or unknowingly which might not affect others life. It’s true that we live others life. We sometimes are happy about it, sometimes sad about it, sometimes rejoice but most of the time cherish the moments and memories.

Life has become a waiting game, but that’s what makes it interesting. I am happy to live others life, which will include me as someone out there will be living for me. That leaves me to ENVY who live/lived their life for others,