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Rich, preety, smart and happy ?

“We all have days when we feel everyone, we see around is the rich, pretty, smart.” He said, trying to handle the situation for the n-th time.  

“Happy as well.” It was a decision more than a query. I couldn’t stop myself from blurting it out. 

“Maybe, at least that’s how it seems.” He said absently.

I know that the social media impacts him as well. Even though he hadn’t completely quit it the way I have, he seemed to have better control on how he sees it.

At least from my end, the conversation was non-leading. I didn’t want a fixed stance on what’s right and what’s not. I wanted to admit that everything has a spectrum and beyond the extremes, where everything seems to be in the most captivating and irresistible to get inclined towards, it’s okay to be in the grey area in between. 

I had recently joined a coaching academy where it was harder to avoid the social vibes than it was at the college. In college, everyone appears similar, with the white aprons covering their top and standard blue or black denims with shoes or sandals. Not very attention catching and no chances of fancy variation in all. Yet, in the coaching class, your dress, make hairdos, the vehicle you drive and all the other fancy stance would show up eventually , in the lunch breaks and the mini breaks. I dreaded these breaks a lot.

Not that I am bad at showing off. I can. Of course. 

As far as I know myself, I dress decently with a decent hairdo and sports shoes. Nothing fancy or attention catching but good enough right?

It didn’t take me too long to realise that being good, isn’t enough. Ouch, that hurts.

And here I was, talking to P, my friend from the school, trying to decide which battle to fight and which priorities to hold on to.

“Deleting Instagram and Facebook accounts has helped you, isn’t it?” he asked. He knew the answer. That was his way of reminding me that being out of this fight has always been the way of being peaceful. 

I nodded with a grin.  

“You are going great. So, stop screwing your head and time over things unnecessarily. Chill out and life your life your way, not in someone else’s shadow.” He declared his decision. “You are going to be a doc; you have a great career and money ahead. you are still young; you have a great potential love life ahead.” 

Yeah, I thought. He made it sound that my life couldn’t be better for a 22 years old medical student. 

He gulped down his coffee. 

“Let’s get back to work. Mulling over things won’t help. We have what we do and we need to work to make them stay or even get better.” He waited for me to respond. I nodded again, this time without a grin.


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