Life inherits a lot from the onion. They must have shared the same genetic pattern I guess. Or why else would there be such a striking similarity?
This thought occurred to me a few months ago over a casual lunch. I was having onion dosa, perhaps all by myself on a loaded workday. Yeah yeah… a lunch with myself! I need to get a life isn’t? But wait! Had that not happened, I would never have discovered that my life shared its genes with the very onion I was eating.
Okay, for those bemused, let me explain. At some point of time, in every one of us, a thought might have crossed our mind. What are we doing here? What is the purpose of life? What is life? Right fellas? Or if the thought hasn’t occurred to you yet, then trust me, those questions will come up – most probably on the eve of your 25th or 38th or the 53rd birthday. When it does, some of us might set out on a journey to find the answers. The answers that you perhaps won’t ever find, even if you sold your Ferrari and migrate to the Himalayas. So what do you do? How do you find the answer?
Well, here comes the onion. Let’s say you start peeling off an onion. Layer by layer, peel after peel, you strip away. Hoping it would end somewhere and you might find what lies beneath. And when you are done, you are suddenly faced with emptiness. You are left with nothing but the umpteen layers that you peeled away. Right? Life is like that. We search for a meaning in life. We spend day after day, each passing moment, looking at what is to come. Sooner or later, we stare down the barrel. And in the event, we lose those moments that could have made the difference. For, the essence of life lies in those very moments. Try living life instead, or you may just forget to enjoy your onion dosas. Ironical! Isn’t it? ;)
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