Someone truly said once "In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on." It might sound quite prenatal to make a statement with such clairvoyance but after an existence of quarter of a century, perhaps it is the biggest truth that I have learnt about this 'blessed thing'.
The wheel of life taught me that change is the only permanent thing in life. It told me that the wheel rolled since a man ate an apple with his better half.And hence I am all set with an strong mental armor, with a great emotional artillery in my head and heart, to take a leap across the seven seas to feel a deliberate change - to eat an apple?Perhaps a much bigger thing: land on a soil which lies devoid of the much familiar scent of dust and mud but that streches beyond imaginations with an air of supreme power for holding the most developed race on earth.
I leave behind everything. I leave behind ignorance. I leave behind poverty. I leave behind confused minds of teeming millions who stand with gazing eyes for a doubtful future. I leave behind smoke and dust. I leave behind blaring horns of cars stuck in traffic. I leave behind bloody beggars asking for alms all their life. I leave behind all insecurities of life. I leave behind all problems for those illiterate fools to suffer. I leave behind UP power-cuts, Gujarat famines and Mumbai floods. I leave behind millions making there day in front of computer sets in AC offices. Perhaps a change is about to take place in my LIFE...the cradle of life just shook once showering me with an all anticipated 'el dorado' happiness...
So here I make a move...to fight the greatest war; to pursue my bliss.I board a sophisticated aircraft after a long boring scrutiny. I look down from a tough fiber window at the soil that I leave behind...for one last time...with eyes of passion and glory, a glory of my anticipated triumph of the Alexander's world!!!Oh poor Alexander, he didn't ever get a chance to know about Columbus's serendipity.
At that juncture a voice hushed behind my ears...A wind blew past my face. A candle flickered for once, somewhere in my mind asking me to introspect once more all that I leave behind.The voice hushed again.
It said: I leave behind a worried and tensed mother who would keep waiting for her son's phone call for days. I leave behind a father who would boast that his son boarded the sophisticated aircraft but would subdue a sigh somewhere deep inside. I leave behind some fools behind who would wait for their friend and calculate what time would it be on the other side of the globe.I leave behind 15th August. I leave behind the so called 'dhaks', 'diyas' and 'pichkaris'. I leave behind golgappas and chaats sold at corner of streets. I leave behind Radio Mirchi, Friday Releases and Baa-Bahu soaps. I leave behind the soil of soggy dust after rains. I leave behind smiles and open hearts.
After all this I tie my seat belt and when the flight takes off, I ask myself what is it that I leave behind. Is it life itself? But then I remembered one familiar saying, "In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on."
The wheel of life taught me that change is the only permanent thing in life. It told me that the wheel rolled since a man ate an apple with his better half.And hence I am all set with an strong mental armor, with a great emotional artillery in my head and heart, to take a leap across the seven seas to feel a deliberate change - to eat an apple?Perhaps a much bigger thing: land on a soil which lies devoid of the much familiar scent of dust and mud but that streches beyond imaginations with an air of supreme power for holding the most developed race on earth.
I leave behind everything. I leave behind ignorance. I leave behind poverty. I leave behind confused minds of teeming millions who stand with gazing eyes for a doubtful future. I leave behind smoke and dust. I leave behind blaring horns of cars stuck in traffic. I leave behind bloody beggars asking for alms all their life. I leave behind all insecurities of life. I leave behind all problems for those illiterate fools to suffer. I leave behind UP power-cuts, Gujarat famines and Mumbai floods. I leave behind millions making there day in front of computer sets in AC offices. Perhaps a change is about to take place in my LIFE...the cradle of life just shook once showering me with an all anticipated 'el dorado' happiness...
So here I make a move...to fight the greatest war; to pursue my bliss.I board a sophisticated aircraft after a long boring scrutiny. I look down from a tough fiber window at the soil that I leave behind...for one last time...with eyes of passion and glory, a glory of my anticipated triumph of the Alexander's world!!!Oh poor Alexander, he didn't ever get a chance to know about Columbus's serendipity.
At that juncture a voice hushed behind my ears...A wind blew past my face. A candle flickered for once, somewhere in my mind asking me to introspect once more all that I leave behind.The voice hushed again.
It said: I leave behind a worried and tensed mother who would keep waiting for her son's phone call for days. I leave behind a father who would boast that his son boarded the sophisticated aircraft but would subdue a sigh somewhere deep inside. I leave behind some fools behind who would wait for their friend and calculate what time would it be on the other side of the globe.I leave behind 15th August. I leave behind the so called 'dhaks', 'diyas' and 'pichkaris'. I leave behind golgappas and chaats sold at corner of streets. I leave behind Radio Mirchi, Friday Releases and Baa-Bahu soaps. I leave behind the soil of soggy dust after rains. I leave behind smiles and open hearts.
After all this I tie my seat belt and when the flight takes off, I ask myself what is it that I leave behind. Is it life itself? But then I remembered one familiar saying, "In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on."
