It’s a long time since I had pen down my thoughts and today, early morning when I was on my way to my workplace, there was an impulse deep desire to express it…and rejuvenate again with the spirit of passion that I had lost somewhere with my new schedules.
Many things have changed around me in these past months. Professionally, I am into a new role of mentor to 120 mentees and my each day is spent in training them with new basics about corporate jargon. Back home, I spent now more time in bonding with family and relatives. The journey from past to present seems to be going slowly but steadily and there is lot of contentment within me as I am able to add a new meaning to my life each day.
Through this post, I would like to give you some glimpses from the new chapters that have got added on my LIFE Journey and also some of the dilemmas that need to get an answer …..
As the morning bell strikes 6 AM, the struggle of juggling begins. Like a soldier on the border, I am on my toes to catch the college bus. With God’s speed, I make my pace fast to the bus stop and on the way smell the scented air of fresh flowers and green grass. In flick of seconds, the bus arrives and there I am boarded on BHAGYARATHI to flow along with the running world………yes, every bus of our campus is devotedly named after the holy rivers of India…..
Sitting in the faculty bus …..is itself not less than an adventure… ….The silence inside is so deep that you can actually do some meditation…….Some eyes can be seen texting SMS ……some can be seen with ear plugs ………some taking the nap of morning……..but still the silence doesn’t break………
Even though we all belong to multi-diversity… young vs. old, fresher vs. experience, a mixed breed can be seen …still, one single identity binds us together…and keeps this diversity united…
It’s so strange that even though I travel same route every day with the same passengers…….still my seat partner is different every morning…….and the same journey unfolds a different story everyday…….
As the 8 hrs of struggle ends……the happiness of survival can be felt inside the silent souls……With eager eyes, we all wait for the bus outside the campus…….Suddenly, the scene changes……the roars of laughs can be heard from all the corners……the strangers of morning now seem so familiar in the evening light…..I find myself in between the known faces…….the gossips begins and every person can be seen in the full participatory mode……and I wonder what is the magic behind……..
What has changed……the time is same…….the strangers are same……..the bus route is same…….only it is not morning but evening………and still the world seems different……Is it the escape from the struggle that has relaxed us or is it the success of survival that has broken the silence…….
I just keep on thinking……
