The Indian summer is almost through. I stand by the window
gazing sheepishly at the sun-burnt yellow sky, a cup of coffee in one hand and
Dan Brown’s ‘Inferno’ in the other. Twilight threatens to obliterate the last
of the sun’s specks of light and somewhere on the horizon stars illuminate the
tranquil skyline like miniscule shards of light. Progressive rock blares from
the speakers, a new find of mine to keep me company during the lonely summer
days. Responsibilities have been taken care of; there are no assignments to be
completed or quizzes to be prepared for, there is neither a modicum of fatigue
nor a trace of worrisome thoughts. My mind is a void. I feel unusually empty;
normally there’s a train of thoughts running in my mind- fiction novels,
movies, theoretical physics- it encompasses a wide variety of topics ranging
from the most mundane to serious career-influencing decisions. Today begs to
differ. For winds of change have blown away the morning mist of childhood and the
dust cloud of adolescence; teenage is in extremis, waiting to be enveloped by a
blanket of dreams and the shining beacon of adulthood.
Homecoming
has been bittersweet. Though my family dotes on me and even as I enjoy the
warmth of my home, I miss my life at the not-so-distant Powai- dolce vita in
the truest sense of the word. Bidding adieu to home was not too arduous a task.
Joie de vivre of hostel life more than compensated for the distance from my family.
Like-minded friends, opulence of learning opportunities and the mixed bag of
freedom and assiduousness maintain a firm vice-like grip on me. It has been a
whirlwind year- gargantuan changes, new people and most importantly a fresh
start.
So,
where do we go now? An important thing I have noticed so far is that old bonds
are slackening. Mind you, this does not even slightly mean that I am forgetting
the debts of gratitude I owe to scores of people, mainly my family who have
chiselled me from a greenhorn to a near-mature adult. It’s just that the cocoon
of comfort and convention is slowly starting to give away. Until recently,
parents have played a formidable role in shaping our lives. Now, we are more or
less on our own. Somewhere, the family thread is being pulled taut. Carte
blanche rests with us; our efforts henceforth will determine if we build
castles on this foundation stone or dig graves for ourselves in its place. So, shrug off
the cobwebs of pessimism and wake up to a new life of liberty and ambitions.
Seize the day, for the deeds of the present are the architect of your future.
Stand by your choices and glean the fruits of perseverance and conviction.
Let’s raise a toast to the future that beckons!
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