I’m all of 26 years, an engineer on the verge of completing my MBA degree, already placed in a respectable company with an equally good pay package and so, the future looks bright. Why then, every night as I lay my head on the pillow to rest does my entire life flash before me? This, they say, is the calling of the death.

I find no moment in life where I’ve put my being to some use. If I had to justify my living, I wouldn’t be able to. Well, running small chores for mom dear or calming friends’ running eyes or looking into a boy’s eyes and professing not to run away with any other isn’t exactly what I’m hinting at. If I were to die today, a lil mourning and a small vacuum in some hearts is all that I hope for after I’ve departed. Doesn’t there have to be something more that I have to do with my life? Isn’t there a special purpose to fulfill with which the Almighty sent me on earth? Don’t I have to prove my ‘uniqueness’ ? Or is this only the moral science lesson taught in school?

This unkind, tingling and ever bothering restlessness keeps niggling at my mind. Has been doing so since I know Ms Dagny Taggart. Not that I wish to be her incarnated form, but if you’ve known her you’ll agree that she’s a heroine of sorts.

There is no comfort knowing that I still have half a lifetime to do my bit for this world. Because, I’ll do nothing more than devote all this time to myself – get myself a new house, a car, a pet, marry, have kids, do exceedingly well at work, earn potful of money, and then to ease my conscience become a member of Unicef, do charity or engage in self gratifying social service weekend.

This isn’t my story alone. It’s yours too if you are 26, have a good job and count amongst the fortunate children of fate. It’s only a matter of time till your conscience starts pricking at you. And when it does, God bless you!