When Marissa Mayer was appointed as the new Chief Executive Officer of Yahoo.com on July 16, 2012, some journalists asked her: “Madam, what are your topmost priorities as the CEO of Yahoo.com?” To the surprise of everyone, she replied: “First God, second my family, third yahoo.com!”
The response of Marissa, whom Fortune magazine selected as the 32nd most powerful lady in the world, must be taken seriously by those who forget God and their family for obtaining transient benefits. Marissa was only 37 when she was elected for this great honor.
Our choices are important. God’s blessings are hidden in choices. Every dawn hides some sparks of beauty like that of a flower’s bloom. Every day, life’s hopes and meanings become sweeter. We are standing there like a little boy, unwinding the string of the kite of love. We are waiting to welcome the new ones into the casket of memories of our thousand friendships. Our lives derive meaning and radiance in that act of waiting. Doors of love are opened in the house of goodness. I also need to trigger a change by opening those doors. But, my choices are important. How are my choices?
I have read somewhere that the distance from a bamboo to a flute is that of 7 seven wounds. Music will flow from our lives only when there are wounds – sufferings. Some wounds are bound to happen. Sometimes, they occur by decomposing and decaying; at other times, we find it in poverty. A real friend is the one who surrenders himself and meets the other on the wayside of self-negation.
Haven’t you seen the smartphone giving us notifications time and again? At the time of these notifications, a light blinks and a sound tinkles. This is a reminder: that the light we must keep within us must ablaze at times. Like a thousand candles are lit from a single candle. Some of your choices must be a travel through new paths.
The title of a book I read recently is this: “My Stolen years.” This was a book written by a prisoner, written about his years in the prison. We also have stolen years in our lives, which we must reflect upon, with closed eyes. Someone has stolen our years in the past. A part of my mistaken choices. At least now, we must regain them.
Bibin Ezhuplakal
