My treads (From my very personal diary)
On 25th December, 2003
Today is 25th of December 2003. Around 4pm. I left behind whatever I had treasured in span of 26 years of my life. Nobody knows the reason behind that. Leaving a place and people whom you love most, never be considered as advisable move in any sense. My mind was chocked and heart was crying for all of them. My eyes were visualizing new hazy horizons in my loneliness and at my professional front. I was scorned with the attributes world has given to me. I was furious in my small bus journey from my rented house to nearby railway station. Few of friends accompanied me to the station and give their last wishes to me. We were behaving differently, seemed they were not happy with my move. After some time I found myself in moving train, which was taking me towards unknown and vague destination of my life. All passengers seemed staring at me. Sitting at the window seat, I recalled each and every moment of my life whatever I have experienced. I remembered the love of my mother, helplessness and worry of my father, concerned of my brothers and help of my friends. But, where were those people, whom I loved more than my mother, father, brothers and friends. They were least concerned about my dreams, emotions and love. I left each and everything for them and end of the day they abandoned me even without uttering a single world to me. I got my first lesson of life, no one walk beside you in whole of life. Suddenly, I felt rough touch of a little beggar boy who touched my shoulder and awakened me from my past. I realized it was Ratlam station and time was 2am. I assumed myself in place of that little beggar who was facing this cruel world in such a small age. Amazing the boy knew how to get tuned with the situations. I got my second lesson of life that one has to be little tougher to face the tough.
The train was late around 3 hours of its actual timing and made all most of the passengers were impatient on this delay. My eyes were questioning about their eagerness and on their hue-n-cry on this delay and wanted to tell them that on dooms day they have to face the God alone, nobody would be there to support them not even their own people for them they are sacrificing their lives. Let them realize themselves, I thought and smiled. I found the third lesson of my life – experience is the key if one is observing each and every side of every experience.
I get down at destined station at 4.30pm, fully exhausted not with tiring journey but due to my restless thoughts. I felt that I am in different world culturally, socially and emotionally. I was not sure, how much time I would be spending here but was thinking to leave my past behind in search of new life……
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