Role Models

A few days ago, my cousin Madah said that I was a source of inspiration to my cousins. I told her that her parents would freak out! Every parent would jump out of their skins if they knew I am seen a role model - simply because I've always been considered a rebel - not a good role model.

My role models are historical figures. Strong women, women with balls (figuratively speaking). They all died tragic deaths - Cleopatra (read Margeret George's Memoirs of Cleopatra), Jhansi Ki Rani (died in rebellion against the Brits in India at 22), Indira Ghandi (assasinated by her own bodyguards) and Boudicca, among others.

William "Braveheart" Wallace said, "Everybody will die, but who REALLY lives?"

I live and breathe, and try and squeeze all the things I would like to do in this fragile and momentary period that we have been granted by the Almighty. That means that I work hard, play hard, and when my body shouts "STOP! I'm exhausted!" I take time off to relax. Which is rare.

Seeing that all my role models died tragic early deaths, my own morbidity has led me to believe that my life will end prematurely. I fill my days with music, dance, laughter and I'm lucky to have good sensible, reliable friends. That and the thirst for knowledge, though John Lennon sang "the more I learn, the less I know". Absolutely true.

I am flattered to be a role model for some, though I must urge them to look for more examplary figures.