It has been more than ten years since I left my sweet home (of course the home where I spent all my childhood) and joined thousands of those teenagers who leave the comfort zone in pursuit of a career in professional education. Initially, it seemed like a very cool experience – yes, there was this so called independence to lead you daily life and there was no one to instruct you as to how to go about a particular work. But sooner or later, I had to realize the purpose of leading such a life and the silent commitment that I owed to my father.
Believe me, this was the time that had all the charm in it – good or bad, beautiful or painful, perseverance or pastime. It was like choosing your way amongst several paths that were on offer. Every young lad was so different from each other and their objectives altogether different. Some were just hanging in there for sake of it while some were trying so hard only to know that destiny is not what they can control. There were some also who had uncanny knack of dating with one girl after another. Yes, make-ups and break-ups did become a part of college-goers’ day to day life as early as those days.
Coming from a very conservative social background and the type of person I made, I had little knowledge of all these things. Somehow, I kept focusing on my commitment of extracting the best from the opportunities available and waited patiently for my dream to come true. Though, little knowledge I had of what a dream is and where the contentment is. I would be greatly satisfied if I could explain their meaning even now also. But then one could call these a teen’s way of looking at things. Gradually, my focus started paying off and I was on course to complete the education successfully which seemed more like a destiny for me since day one. While it was so easy to distract yourself from the worldly matters to create a magical bond with those books, it was equally challenging to balance oneself on the spiritual, physical and emotional quotients.
There was a point in time when I used to sit back and think that does the aspiration needs such high degree of struggle. In other words, it seemed as if I have been bestowed with all possible sets of variables which would possibly take me towards the function of my dreams. Yes, it was almost impossible to put a formula to my f(x). How naïve I was! Perhaps, a teen’s another way of looking at things.
The story of ten years may go on till the cows come home. But the moot point that I want to make is that every life has been attached to a unique and continuous string which travels on its own path. There are several intersections and many deadly knots on this thread for everyone. Some have more of those deadly knots while some have fewer intersections. It is just the pre-determined permutations and combinations that decide the type of journey one would have to lead. Not that this can be controlled completely but then one could at least control internal characteristics to better understand the uniqueness of his/ her own thread and lead a wonderful life. As said by George Bernard Shaw, “Just do what must be done. This may not be happiness, but it is greatness.”
This post was instigated by one event that happened in 2008 but I came to know about this only yesterday. An inspirational story from very close quarters. She is my classmate’s sister whom I met once or twice in the mid 1990s. May her soul rest in peace!
Believe me, this was the time that had all the charm in it – good or bad, beautiful or painful, perseverance or pastime. It was like choosing your way amongst several paths that were on offer. Every young lad was so different from each other and their objectives altogether different. Some were just hanging in there for sake of it while some were trying so hard only to know that destiny is not what they can control. There were some also who had uncanny knack of dating with one girl after another. Yes, make-ups and break-ups did become a part of college-goers’ day to day life as early as those days.
Coming from a very conservative social background and the type of person I made, I had little knowledge of all these things. Somehow, I kept focusing on my commitment of extracting the best from the opportunities available and waited patiently for my dream to come true. Though, little knowledge I had of what a dream is and where the contentment is. I would be greatly satisfied if I could explain their meaning even now also. But then one could call these a teen’s way of looking at things. Gradually, my focus started paying off and I was on course to complete the education successfully which seemed more like a destiny for me since day one. While it was so easy to distract yourself from the worldly matters to create a magical bond with those books, it was equally challenging to balance oneself on the spiritual, physical and emotional quotients.
There was a point in time when I used to sit back and think that does the aspiration needs such high degree of struggle. In other words, it seemed as if I have been bestowed with all possible sets of variables which would possibly take me towards the function of my dreams. Yes, it was almost impossible to put a formula to my f(x). How naïve I was! Perhaps, a teen’s another way of looking at things.
The story of ten years may go on till the cows come home. But the moot point that I want to make is that every life has been attached to a unique and continuous string which travels on its own path. There are several intersections and many deadly knots on this thread for everyone. Some have more of those deadly knots while some have fewer intersections. It is just the pre-determined permutations and combinations that decide the type of journey one would have to lead. Not that this can be controlled completely but then one could at least control internal characteristics to better understand the uniqueness of his/ her own thread and lead a wonderful life. As said by George Bernard Shaw, “Just do what must be done. This may not be happiness, but it is greatness.”
This post was instigated by one event that happened in 2008 but I came to know about this only yesterday. An inspirational story from very close quarters. She is my classmate’s sister whom I met once or twice in the mid 1990s. May her soul rest in peace!
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A post to tug at the heart Vishal. Wonderful way of describing your growing years. The Gita comes to mind. Do your duty and leave everything else to God.
Its a moving story of Saumya that you have highlighted. May her soul rest in peace and may the founders of the Saumya foundation be blessed.
@ Ramesh - Thank you! Yes, I pray that the foundation reaches out to millions of people. Such is the cause after all!
There is not much use if one would look forwards to define that f(x). In fact that kills the joy at times. Teachings of Gita is so profound and so relevant.
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