Life is Short

Day 312 / 366

I received a call from an old friend today, my childhood best friend — Osho. We last spoke when we were in class 12th, so almost 12 years ago. Back in my school days, we were inseparable. But when he called today, neither of us could recognize the other’s voice. That’s how long it has been.

While it was nice catching up with him, I was a bit sad as well. Just a few days ago I found out that Osho lost his dad this year. He mentioned this in the call as well, about how it happened all of a sudden.

He told me how it changed his outlook towards life. It made him realise how short and fragile life really is, and how we should not postpone our happiness. So he makes sure that he only does things that he likes doing. He said that he thought of me today and just made the call. He didn’t drop a message to check if I was free first, or fix up a call some day in the future. He just picked up the phone and called me, 12 years after we last spoke.

Osho’s father was a great man. He was an artist, and he used to come to Mumbai to paint. Osho’s house was filled with canvases, paints, and cool gadgets that his Dad would bring over from Mumbai, and I remember as a kid I used to be envious of that. The little that I got to interact with him, he was always a really pleasant and nice person. And I see a lot of that in Osho as well.

It’s true that life is short, and it is a shame that we waste so much of it on things that don’t even matter. Live in the moment and do the things that you love. Don’t postpone joy.