Sometimes in life we forget the fact that life has something planned for us too and we keep on clinging to a life of conformity dictated by societal norms.The philosophy of objectivity propagated by Ayn Ryand may not be completely valid in contemporary terms but absolute subjectivity can be a harmful choice too. The best day of your life is the one on which you decide your life is your own.No apologies or excuses.No one to lean on,rely on,or blame.The gift is yours-its an amazing journey-and you alone are responsible for the quality of it.This is day your life really begins.I woke up this morning wondering of a month of freedom i have before i get in a B-school.I just opened the Indian map reminiscing of all the good times in Ladakh,Arunachal,Delhi,Uttranchal,Gujarat,Rajasthan,Goa,Jammu and Kashmir,Orissa,South India,Mumbai ,Bihar,Jharkhand and many other places I have seen.I was thinking of a place to visit next and decided that this one will be a random trip,unplanned and most of it will happen on the rails and some hitchhiking on the road.
Every time you step down the train to see the spectacular Howrah Bridge ,pass through the innumerable football fields in you cab , on a Sunday night see people sitting in circles doing kirtan , smoke and more of smoke everywhere,food stalls,books,clothes and amongst all this beautiful faces on the streets, you fall in love with Kolkata.Life becomes wonderful when you are destined to travel every weekend and it becomes more appealing if the destination is Kolkata.Standing on the lighted Howrah bridge in the night with your arms wide open and cool breeze blowing on your face you can see the Hooghly river at its full glory and can appreciate the reason why Dominique Lappierre named his book,”The city of Joy.”
Life is like smoke rings,random,perishable and sometimes the distance between two rings is all it has to offer.Thousands of cigarette sucked beyond the filter marks your life at college.Sometimes you find happiness in the dirtiest of places.Sipping a cup of tea in a sutta spot of a college I visited recently, I wondered how most of our lives originates from these spots among smoke rings.Sometimes sitting in a secluded place at a college with thousands of ciggarette butts sucked to the end reminds us of the best days of our lives and the freedom of stretching your arms in the college wing freshens you to the core.
Coming Monday will mark the 4th continuous Monday on which I will be appearing for a B-school GD-PI interview for admission into a B-school.Academically this year has been great with the latest addition of a paper getting published in an international journal.The TT on the Howrah route has started recognizing me and so has the lonely planet recommended book shop guy at Mirza Ghalib Street.In fact I offered him my services for an hour and involved a lot of people in talking about books and suggesting them books to buy.Sometimes it is strange when you have no one to talk to in a city and you sit there in a pub sipping alone watching the old man sipping and sitting alone.I wonder there would come a time when we will have no option but to sit alone and strangely in our daily lives we keep running away from people.
Holi was fun and trippy,football is going on well and will be soon running another half marathon but the best thing is that among all the clutter,all the pressure of the current situation I am finding peace with myself doing the things I want to do.