Back n Stuff

Back n Stuff

Ok so I admit I could not blog much about my Eurotrip. I could not blog how we shared politically incorrect talks with Germans at Hard Rock Cafe. How we were surrounded by police on Berlin Railway Station as suspects for something fishy, how we ran into 3 friendly pakistanis and ended up talking about RAW and ISI, how we were helped by a Srilankan and shared his views about India and LTTE, how we were told tricks of Visaless stay by a Bangladeshi, how we were asked by a Gladiator dress clad Italian if were Indian and not Bangladeshis, how we met an extremist Venecian who was fighting for Venice to be a different sovereign, hailed from same city as Sonia Gandhi, talked of Amitabh Bacchan movies and advised us on Real State.

I could also not blog about the memorable trip to Dutch countryside with lots of centuries old windmills, the early morning peek outside the windows of hostel at the boatbuses in the central canal of Venice, the heavy hearted exit from concentration camp memorial at Dachau and the exit door of Anne Frank House in Amsterdam, the freezing white surroundings on top of Mount Titlis at minus 8 degrees without gloves and cap, the Mona Lisa and the terrace in mumbai apartment where I stood wondering that around 24 hours back I was on top of the Eiffel tower in Paris.

This description may not be full but then, life has moved on and I am out of the world of dreams into this reality. An arrival back to the campus has been more like an alarm clock to wake me up from months long hibernation. Its the last term at IIMC and that means placements are around.

What it also means is that at least now I should be clear about what I want to do. Hmm tough question indeed. Not that I am bad at everything, I have been pretty okay but there was a time when I developed a theory for myself. Its that whatever I make as my first priority, I never get that thing in life. I do have statistical data to support this theory. However, I have also learnt that statistics is like wet clay, it takes the shape that we give it.

Sometimes something strikes us vulnerable and we become as impressionable as a kid. I perhaps was in some state like that today when I got into talks with a friend about career. And this new impression has made me shun away that theory I had developed and kept in a vault.

The fault in not that I tend to hold stuff too tightly. I realize now that till now all I have been holding in my hands is wet sand. Its good only until its dawn, but slips off as the sun shines. And slips off even faster as I try to hold it harder.

The fault has been in selection. All I gifted myself till now has been just sand... pure sand. And in that pursuit there have been countless gems I have not been able to pick, just because I didn't want to lose what I thought I had in my fist.

Maybe life is about picking up first gem that we see, and keep picking till one collects enough gems.

I loosened my fist some time back. Its time to start picking again.

~dreamer