Life is a teacher, whose fee we pay in various forms. Pain,
heart breaks, losses, and what not. And the lessons that we learn from this
teacher, they benefit us by deepening the experience base of ours. After all, experience is what makes us earn. It’s not just valid in IT industry, where I
am working in one of the top notch MNC, where usually your pay scale is decided
as per your experience. But in the real life too, the one with sound experience
stays at the front. Others, they keep falling and rising, until they
have the experience to come to the front.
Staying alone in a metro is not a joke. And I am living in a
metro, all alone now. From house rent, electricity bills, and everything that I
never cared about at my home when I stayed with mom and dad, all of them I have
to manage here for myself. And for me, the experience to manage errands like this was bare
minimum. It’s been three months now, I fell down several times but tried to
rise every time again. The instinct inside you does not remain positive always.
We are surrounded with negativeness, and with frequent failures it
becomes very difficult to stay positive. I was going home, I was glad I managed
to convince my bosses for three days of extra leave for Holi. And during my
journey to home in train, I kept thinking of how much deplorable the
circumstances I have been facing. I never had thought that I would be all alone
like this. Getting a job is difficult, but to stay in the job and cut through
all the forces acting against you is commendable. A metro city has many things
to offer to you, and not all of them are pleasant. I have tasted some bitter
flavors.
‘Hey, you have become so thin, don’t you eat properly there?’
Mommy kept asking questions, I struggled to take out my stuffs from my bag
where I had pushed everything deliberately.
‘Umm.. No.. I mean yes, I take food properly'.
'Mommy, this one is for you. Dad, this
one is for you…’ I would have said something more, but then mommy showered some
more questions.
‘You wasted so much money for us. That’s not good, you don’t earn much at
present. Its your new job. You should save as much as you can’.
‘Ok mommy. Now open and see, what is there inside’, I said. Dad came and smiled, he
ruffled my hair affectionately. He has been man of fewer words, and more of
actions.
I had bought Saree for mommy and an android phone for dad.
The sparkle in their eyes, I cannot explain through words. The feeling of
contentment overpowered all the negative thoughts that had crippled me till an
hour before.
‘I would do all the hard work to keep that sparkle alive, always’, my own voice echoed in my head. Their happiness recharges me with positivity. This is the power of staying close to my family.
‘I would do all the hard work to keep that sparkle alive, always’, my own voice echoed in my head. Their happiness recharges me with positivity. This is the power of staying close to my family.
‘Mom, I am hungry’, is what I said next, as if I cannot wait even for a second without food.
(I was inspired to write this post by housing.com's activity of writing about the power of being together!)
