Two and A half pages of my life
Nothing can beat that brewing cup of tea on an early morning
drizzle day, more so because I had been
addicted to this cup since my childhood, only difference , once I used to lick
to the bottom of that mom –made cup and now it is just another trial and error
method hit to that perfect cup. People
here don’t slow down with the rain,like I used to; these kids are splashing water
every where with the muddy football. Our roads will never be better , one night rain and its
leaves the town brown. I am hardly to discover the facets of this place but I just heard that there is
a scarcity for everything here. Nevertheless , it hardly matters to me anymore
because I have seen the scarcest of
situation and my life was full of choices and turns.
Completing my B tech was a
relief for me cause transforming from a bright to an average student takes courage.
Degree was conferred but what next. A job for a mediocre like me was not
impossible but it meant I slog in the office and be paid less. I was prepared to
do that too but my mind was unsatiated. There was no independence. So I tried
to score bigger and bigger and adorn my name with embellishments but with little planning
and focus. But suddenly that spark came alive and I could proclaim myself to be
an IIM-an . Then what.. I thought there was no looking back and I was destined to rule
and fulfill my goals – the biggest to be satisfied and happy. But was it the
feeling I could achieve or even be near ...
My stay in IIM-B played the spoilt sport in my relationship
of 7 years, an investment that had my feelings, my tears, my emotions and the
biggest –my life. My greed for being the best grew more and more with the
approaching exams and I seemed to care the least—I had become a machine , a
programmed robot; time tracked and rigid. There was no value and place for love
and emotions in my life. I probably won the business degree but lost the
greatest gamble of my life. Still not regretting, I left for my elite job abroad. I felt I belonged there and it had been summoning me the day I had
dreamt of being to the London Bridge. I had achieved all, I had , I thought so.
I had used my education to reach to the top but where..An answer echoed..
The scene was crystal
clear, I was just a paid labourer again trying to project independence whereas I was
caged the most and couldn't avail leave when my mother was hospitalized. Is this
the life I had dreamt of. Maybe I had visualised only the rosy side forgetting that
the thorns were a part too. It seemed I
had wasted my life chasing a dream that had only me in it. I was the sufferer ,
the contributor and the gainer.
Atleast today I donot have that regret. Am free and am
happy, I have lived and I have seen—that happiness grows only when shared. That the quest for happiness is not a destination but a journey..
Today "UMMEED’"is a year old and imparting education had been
its motto since its birth.
It’s A , B, C ,D that I had started and it’s A,B,C,D
that I end with.
