Universe-what is mine?

It was a regular telephone call....like the ones we make everday.... me n navreet were talking abt how our days went by.... n other random stuff...discussin how hard this long distnace relation has been...talking abt our frnds...our wrk.... n then all of a sudden he says: “ I was at my work station today...figuring out quotes for a client and all o a suuden it struck me- the world is upto so much.... Obama’s presidency, 26/11, terrorism, recession and here I’m persuading people to buy switches.” Well, I was in spilts, he is a funny guy and has enormous wit!
But later, the fact struck me too.... It took me back to one of our CRM lectures, where MK taught us all about universe and research. We were taught that everything that falls under the purview of your research topic is your universe....Well, it is not limited to research...it well applies to all of us.... We all have a universe we live and die for and whatever happens beyond the confines of our universe is irrelevant to us. And we are irrelvant to everything beyond our universe....How big you make your universe, in many ways decides your importance to the world!!!!
At this thought I started trying what people’s universes would be like.... For me, its Mirror, pwople in Pune who read what I write and who will help me write what people will like to read, Navreet, n Parents.... for Navreet it was the EAO switches which he has quit (I wonder how much this thought contributed to his moving on...but he ain’t any better...like any other marketting guy he would be selling something or the other all his life....)
For Mom it would be her municipal council and the people who have elected her and who keep knocking our door as and when they please to get a street light fixed or get their character’s endorsed....n me of, course!!!!!
For a bpo empolyee, it’s that dumb firang calling up to complain about a broken network or a fridge not working well....he can’t care more about the anything more!!!! Then...a Djs universe.... a school techer’s...an army officer’s.... a cow boy’s..... a whore’s......a wife’s.....
How is a mother’s universe different from Sonia Gandhi’s or a father’s from Obama’s? What is it that make them more than mother’s anf fthar’s and why are there other’s who can never rise above the web of relationships worn around them....
We have a woman who would wake up to decide which bill will be introduced in the parliament...whether the nuke deal should happen.... and on the other there is a woman who wakes up worrying about the breakfast menu...goes on to worry about unwashed dishes, unironed clothes, lunch menu...grocery shopping, dinner men...cribbin family.... unpleasant and reluctant sex...
To this the next obvious question was how much do I want mine to expand... will it just be random people, random publications and at the end of it some bylines to call my own???? So, the a night before I thought I was perhaps the happiest with my work.... The next mornin I woke up with the same old restlessness.....something that had gone latent for so long...I liked being laxed and laid back.... I enjoyed the sense of contentment...but I’m happy to have the restlessness back.... So, m now trying to define my horizons.... figure out the confines of my universe!