As the famous Boyzone song goes, I too have a similar tune to sing to you. Through an impromptu drive, I created a Proust Questionnaire and put it out there for all you strange (but honest) people to fill. And the results have been astonishing. So much to learn, to imbibe and more importantly to empathise from your replies.
When I decided to embark on this activity, there were a couple of people who helped me. And Ashwini was one of those angels. He is also the second person to fill the questionnaire and first to do so by disclosing his name.
Over the next few months (perhaps even years) I will be sharing forms that have cropped up for the questionnaire. They will be in no order of preference of priority – all too random.
A: Anything which gives me peace. From music to travel to spending time with loved ones. Or sometimes just being alone.
A: All the silent good deeds which gave me back wider smiles.
A: Dying unloved enough. To know that I was loved, I want to feel it enough.
A: Probably that I’d like my friends to describe. Some say Tushar Kapoor, lol! I say Plath, maybe.
A: My mother, family & a few friends who have really earned it all the way.
A: Being too available, sometimes.
A: The one which ends up into happy reality.
A: To be still not able to meet and apologize at least once, to all those who left me, just because I want to get over that load of my mind. Apologize for all the times I hurt them.
A: Blah, need a break. From everything.
A: Nothing. I am because they are, the way they always have been.
A: I don’t have very strong attachment with things, I believe more in doing good. Maybe that?
A: To be not be able to extend help when you really can or want to. But something ruins it. It can be consequence, availability or even time/choice.
A: Say what? What’s in the name?