"So you are leaving?" Stephanie asked me.
It was 15th of July, two and a half months in Paris were about to end. "Yes, finally the time has come." I said with a smile. Stephanie lived near my room in the Fleming Hostel. We have been friends since the last two months. She was a great admirer of my half baked, half burnt chapaties.
Observing carefully my eyes, she asked “Aren't you sad at the thought of leaving this beautiful place?".
"Indeed the place was beautiful. But I am not at all sad. Why should I be? This place doesn't belong to me and I don't to it. One day I had to leave, and finally the day has arrived. I enjoyed this place a lot, made a lot of friends like you and did a great work. I am glad that I was fortunate to be here and most importantly lived every second of my stay. In fact I am happy about that."
She nodded and then we talked about some random things. But every word that I have told her was ringing some bell in my mind. I couldn't help but to see the analogy of the conversation with life. I wondered if someone asks us the same question, "So you are leaving?", about our life; how many could afford to have the same answer. Not me, for sure.
What can be the reason for that? How is life different from my two and a half month internship? Why are we not as happy as I was when it's time to leave. Probably because we fail to realize that it is of two and a half month and it will end after two and a half month, neither a day lesser nor a moment more. Or because we imagine that this place belongs to ours and we belong to this place forever.
Whatever the reason may the root is "tomorrow". We keep messing our present leaving the corrections for tomorrow, something that is a mere illusion that keeps making one wander into the deserts of life, only to find oneself too far to return at the end.
Now, I had made my mind not to leave the rest of my life for tomorrow. I went straight to my room and crashed onto my bed, determined to change everything from tomorrow.
Dear Aditya,
ReplyDeleteThough you have explained your ideology but i feel we never talk about death as you have taken it up in the blog. So to interpret it, I thought that you have grown up old enough and looking back at your life what have you done is it good or bad. To support this you finally end up coming to 'tomorrow' which makes feel that though you have not done great deal upto now but you can do from tomorrow.
Other thing I dont understand your comparision with internship and life it feels quite vague. comparsion of life ending and internship ending is obscure. and final remark is that tomorrow should be brought up by certain flow but that is missing in the blog.
Congratulation on your first blog! :)
ReplyDeleteI hope this turns out to be a passion rather the fashion and your blog posts show dates from even after your internship's end (and I mean internship, not your life :P)and shows a lot of them.
By the way, what a coincidence it is!
I started off with blogging last year during my first internship(http://me-n-a-musing.blogspot.com/) and guess what!, I had a post observing the exact same thing as you have here. Let me quote myself:
"And on the other side, the good days are about to be over now. Next week this time, I should be on my way back to India. I will surely miss this place. The very thought of having to leave this place, of which I have gotten so used to is wrenching. Leaving a place where you have lived long enough, to me, is like dying. And they become all the more similar when you know that the chances of your coming back are minimal. I mean, you form bonds with people, places and situations as if it was for ever, but it is not to be, so transient as it is"
Strange, isn't it ?
Thanks for your encouragement! Well the credit goes to the inability to find a DC server in UBC, in IITs we always invariably spend the free time in movies. I too hope that this time it will be a bit different :).
ReplyDeleteThanks again!
@ Dinesh
ReplyDeleteProbably you didn't get what I wanted to convey, maybe my fault... would try to make it more unambiguous.
Here in my blog I compared my brief stay in Paris with life. I enjoy both, but there was no regretting when I had to leave Paris while that is not the case with life. I just try to figure out what brings about this difference.
Also, "tomorrow" in my blog is not a hope but a problem.
Thanks for your reviews, next time will try to be more expressive and explanatory.