“Do the kinds of things that come from the heart. When you do, you won’t be dissatisfied, you won’t be envious, you won’t be longing for somebody else’s things. On the contrary, you’ll be overwhelmed with what comes back.”– Morrie Schwartz
An alumni card is all that is left of my connection with the insti. Oh, and a fake identity card too. We had our convocation on 30th. It was grand! All of us managed to come for the event and celebration was in the air. 2010 so far has been mostly about valuing such rare moments. With the convocation, the week long fun that started with Mumbai trip ended. Now it was finally the time to face the things I was dreading since long.
This year has seen an abnormal degradation of life, personal and professional. With all the lessons that adversity teaches, I managed to survive the odds, and hopefully will manage to. Amidst all the losses, I am thankful for one last thing that I managed to keep safe within me – the ability to get high on little joys of life. Last night I was lying on a couch in a sleeper bus, heading to a remote place. At midnight, as the bus guys were engrossed in changing the punctured tyre, I opened the window. The vast dark emptiness and the almost deserted highway presented a charming picture. The cool breeze just added to the awesomeness. Realizing that such little things are the only occasions of sporting a smile is sometimes disturbing, but hope never dies.
I arrived at my destination this mornin. The heavy rains, the pot-holed roads, the rickety ride and the enormously heavy luggage did nothing to make me like the place I didn’t want to come to, for working on something I didn’t like. With very few gadgets to remain connected and a shimmer of hope, I sign out!
Musafir hoon yaaron,
Na ghar hai, na thikana,
Mujhe chalte jana hai,
Bas chalte jana.