Saturday, October 17, 2009

Miles to go...

The other day, someone remarked that my frequency of blogging had decreased considerably. The truth is that there are many posts that I have drafted but never got myself to post them. Socially desirable responses and blogs... The unwillingness to answer a few pointed Qs... Those furtive glances... All of these conspired against me posting anything.

This post however finds its way out...

I was never the one who believed in sticking to culture and heritage. I, for one, always believe in the progressive stance and believe any progress needs sacrifices. I always resented the idea of a joint family. Today, I realise what those values and fun of the joint family meant. Till last year, XL was one huge family. The seniors, juniors and the Professors were members of that happy united family. Some Idiotic Process (SIP) axed away the bond between the siblings – the seniors and the juniors. The elders, well, I didn’t even realise when that bond was severed. This Diwali sealed it all. East is East, West is West and never shall the twain meet.

There was no welcoming to the houses. There were those ‘kutti idlis’ but that was not what pulled me last year. It was the joy of being invited. I went to have those ‘kutti idlis’ this year too but didn’t feel like having – and actually ended up having just a few forkful of noodles. There may have been the taste – after all, nothing ever changes in this sleepy town of Jamshedpur – including the tastes. But without the warmth of being served, the taste was actually not present. There was the customary Antakshari, good fun too. But when the company I cherish the most is absent – life truly is drab – what if it is Diwali. In this drab life, every sound of cracker is loud noise and every spark is a blinding flash.

I still believe I’ve a purpose to serve. The motivation might have been killed - quite cruelly - but I still believe someone somewhere might just need me. I hang on... I live on... The journey is not as pleasing as it used to be...

The woods are not lovely...
They are very dark – very deep...
But I’ve promises to keep...
and miles to go before I sleep!!!

4 comments:

skhajone said...

Things have a weird habit of becoming what you think they are.
"One can be lonely in the crowd or a crowd when lonely"

"Well it all in my head, right" - Harry

"Oh yes - but why should it mean that its not real" - Dumbledore

HAPPY DIWALI -

Walk with a smile - the glow might just remove the darkness :)

misha said...

its nice someone spoke about it!! it is true..let us hope that the trench gets filled soon enough for if not us let the juniors feel the warmth of health student-faculty relations!

and being a part of SAC, do make sure to mark this an an imp point!

we are there!

harsha said...

The Idiotic Process is a part of being at a BSchool...Diwali is way way bigger...Too bad u let the after taste of the process ruin a festival...Isn't that wat festivals are for anyway?

MMM said...

The idiotic process didn't ruin our diwali this time... that was because of other (and unknown) reasons...
i was talkin of it ruinin our relation with the seniors...