Finding Light
A last goodbye is always required.
Yet the final goodbye is not easy. This dilemma is eternal. How much ever time
you spend with someone, it falls short when they depart. You wish you could
have spent some more time with them, you could have told them more about your
dreams in life, listen some more stories from them. We might have spent years
with them, yet the departures are difficult. You may term it as bonding,
relationships and what not. The fact is, deep inside us, we are all attached to
someone, to something. Whether we accept or not, humans are weak, much more
than they think are.
It has been 10 years I have been
staying far from parents. They have come to this karmabhoomi of mine
umpteen number of times, but each time they pack their bags I break from
inside, many times over. I told myself that now I have grown up and should not
break down anymore, just does not happen. I used to hide my tears when I came
here to study till now when I am married for 3 years. It is difficult, I have
realised, to act as a grown up and equally challenging to not feel anything
about what people think of you.
I, for one, live in nostalgia.
कुछ दूर तक तो जैसे कोई मेरे साथ था, फिर अपने साथ आप ही चलना पड़ा मुझे - अमीर कजलबश
My struggle in this city has been
minimal yet real. I take pride in it. I earned a name (however little it is)
for myself and lead a decent life. My struggle has been much more difficult
when I decided to leave everything aside (a well settled job, a good place to
stay, a great circle of friends) and go back to my hometown, almost 2 years
back to be precise. I knew the odds were against me, at an age where people
only go up in their careers. I spent an year at a place I grew up and knew
everything about. But each day spent there made me more disillusioned. I
started questioning the inept system, poor administration, lack of employment
opportunities, lack of civic sense and so on. The most common answer to
majority of problems I got was - I expecting too high. I knew I would not
survive for long with a constrained aspiration limit.
अब हवाएँ ही करेंगी रौशनी का फ़ैसला, जिस दिए में जान होगी वो दिया रह जाएगा - महशर बदायुनी
And I had to come back. Mumbai has
taught me more than what education has. Not just humility or responsibilities
towards the society we live in, it taught me the value of making a mark for
yourself, without any help or influence. Mumbai is ruthless, quite stubborn and
adamant and will try its best to break your back. But that is just a phase,
once you put your foot down and take up the challenge, the same city becomes a
city of dreams, hopes and aspirations that none other can give you. It embraces
you. Each day I spend here is a learning by itself, quite contrary to the city
I belong to. When I was at the peak of my suffocation and got a call if I would
return back to Mumbai, I never thought twice. Parents, as they always have
been, said a big yes.
It is not about lowering
expectations, it is about not utilising your skills that makes you stagnant
(not behind the race, for race is an illusion). Mumbai, my love for you is
infinite and more. I remain indebted.
जिनके पास सिर्फ सिक्के थे वो मज़े से भीगते रहे बारिश में, जिनके जेब में नोट थे वो छत तलाशते रहे - मिथिलेश बरिया
I do not like to travel much after the
gruelling travel I do for work everyday. I am not too adventurous too. Hence, I
bear the brunt of many of my friends of not meeting them at different parts of
the city (and the country too). I have come to realise that I have got one life
to live, so can not waste it for any excuse. So, I will try to ditch my
laziness and my inhibitions and get soaked in rain, not thinking whether my
mobile phone is waterproof or not.
Love. S.

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Waiting for 'moonsoon'...! :)