I feel naked. Naked to the fact that death as a milestone does apply to Gods as well. I do not know if it is true, that death is a destination, for, in my culture and religion, I have been fostered to believe that death is just the beginning. The beginning of the new, the beginning of the momentum that you may have set in due course of your life.
I do not have the privilege to claim that I know or understand Steve Jobs. But I have the colossal honor to have lived in his times and to be impacted with sheer excellence of his legacy. The legacy for me is not the products that he marshalled, nor the business that he built, nor the empire that he reigned on.
The legacy, for me, is something more astute to the fact that being a fearless heretic of an idea, an idea that strongly resounds with the “why” of existence more than any other ruminations, is the most potent wisdom that empowers paradigm shifting creations.
A man who was given birth only to get adopted, who dropped out of college at 17 post self interrogation of the value for such expensive education paid through the savings of working class parents, to have slept on the floor of friend's dorm and to have been fed by the deposits of coke bottles when there was no money for food, who walked 7 miles once a week for one good meal. For such a man to be in romance with aesthetics of life is something astonishing, but not unimaginable.
What is unimaginable is the passion with which such aesthetics was pursued, unsettling to anything sub-optimal, relentless in the pursuit of the pristine, fearless in his advocacy of what should-be than what was assumed necessary, never bowing down to anything mediocre. Feared, respected, revered, worshipped. For someone who even death, it seems, asked permission 6 years back.
Uncompromising and resolute towards perfection. A perfect life, a perfect death and a symmetrically perfect legacy. iSalute.
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