..but I am going to give it anyway otherwise these words in my head will start chewing on my nerves.
I swear I will keep my kids away from the story of Steve Jobs and the Stanford commencement speech as long as I can. I will tell you why.
When I was 18, I was lazy enough to google all my college assignments and then type in one line in the bibliography page - "GOOGLE". more like one word. Thats when I was introduced to Jobs by the prof who caught me guilty. She told me a story of how she did her research. It seems, in those days, you have to sign up a sheet, wait in line to use the mainframe computers that filled entire basements of Universities to do your thesis work (And this advanced facility was available only in select premier places). Steve shrunk them to their desktop and today you have google. The moral of the story delivered to me at that time was, think outside the box. People have raised the bar, that delivering plain information had no value. That was my first encounter. Now I have reached a stage where I can keep my socialistic ideals outside for a moment and argue that global economic growth is highly dependent on innovative product development and I come home to find out steve jobs has passed on.
When I connect his dots, I wonder what he was smoking. How can someone think up these products? Now why I look at the "i" devices I have, it feels perfect. From the material, to the weight, to the brightness, to the text. It fills me with awe. This guy introduced technology especially for people like me who stubbornly ignored it. He gave me things that I absolutely need, things I can probably live without and things I absolutely do not need. An innovator and a marketing genius all in one person.
For the average person I am today, I need such a living inspiration. I can look back and say that till 18, my hormones kept me going. Through my twenties an ambition and naivety kept me going. But slowly as we start living the life we carefully chose fully aware of what we can and cannot do, waiting for fridays, planning vacations, India trips, mortgage, trying to be a cook+career woman+writer+photographer all in the same person, raising kids, turning thirty, etc then we notice the monotony that has sets in. The lackluster of everything you run behind. Thats when we need to rekindled. To be told you have nothing to lose, so live this day like your last. Someone to tell us to do that one thing you love and give it your all. To help us revive those college dreams, to help us think out of the box and to work with a passion. Because really none of us want to be the average monotonous man.
Thats when I will tell my kids. When they reach that wall, when they need a fairy tale. A real one. When I tell them then that everything will not be just "OK", it will be perfect I will have the garage entrepreneur to back me up.
