This piece is dedicated to the one who, like a spark, suddenly ignited in me, my long lost urge of writing for my blog. A year has passed. My blog still remains unwritten, unread. I started it so that I could capture the sensitive essences of the slices of my life in this city. But I could never do justice to my blog. So here I am again with a vulnerable decision to start afresh.
The last year has been quite interesting. I have attained newer heights. I have received so much from life. But this year started off on a wrong note. Avishek passed away. And I still find it untrue. I am unnerved at every thing I do since it reminds me of him. I have had my best days of my life in college. And he was undoubtedly one of the reasons for making those three years so special. We had spent a week in Vizag in August 2003. I have my most memorable moments there. He was (disgustingly past tense) a critic par excellence. I had never been criticized so vehemently in my entire life. Miss his criticisms, miss his presence.
I don’t know exactly what I have to write today. In the midst of this chaotic city life, I am still unmoved. People, like race horses, galloping. No one dares to remain static. Money matters, a good life does. To be honest, I have fallen in love with my work. It gives me a chance to see the ‘other’: the kind of life any city man or a woman would dread to think of, where ambition finds an entirely different dimension, where children play and do not think of their home-works for the next day, where people work yet they are contented with what they have, never asking for more. Satisfaction comes easily. What is required perhaps is the mindscape. The mind, we know, makes a hell of a heaven or a heaven of a hell, and this is what we fail to comprehend. Life is all worth living with all its hurdles and Avishek’s departure again deepens my belief. Do what you feel to do, remain satisfied with what you have achieved. However, it does not mean that I’m against the hardworking, ambitious creed, but I want to be happy above everything else.
