I keep telling myself to try and forget the past. Yes when I look back I have indeed made a lot of mistakes, and some very expensive and costly mistakes, so horrible that I kick myself everyday, curse myself more vociferously than what “Job” might have lamented in grief. I wonder on what might have been only “IF”, and knowing fully well that there is nothing I can do now or ever in the future to change any of it anyway. But still I live to regret the past, the lost opportunities, the paranoia, the sickening feeling in the gut. Yes it is well and truly said by many wise men, do not think or live in the past. There is nothing good that can come out of this. However, do not forget to take the valuable lessons that you have learnt. Always remember that these lessons have not come for free. More often than not a heavy price has been paid, which makes it very valuable indeed. However, somewhere in the corner sits the sage who has witnessed some, assumed some and scripted some and created an epic out of all this and converts it into a folklore to be circulated and kept fresh. I too have one such fellow in my team who never lets me forget my yesteryear. And since he has been around for quite a long long time in different capacities, at every given opportunity he would burst forth whatever pent up information that he wants to spill out. At times it is like someone trying to rub salt in the wound which is beginning to dry out. He however does not do it out of any malice, it is just becoming an old wife’s tale and i suspect it will soon be a folklore at least in my setup. At least one thing I can be assured is that even if I am not remembered for anything else, I would be justify the title of Fyodor Dostoyevsky’s famous title “The Idiot”. So be it – a wise(r) Idiot nevertheless.