Is it my Own ?

 Human mind is always in search of one thing : Peace .... Its so amazing to see what a man does to bring peace to himself .... to his own self ....

                As i landed in Delhi .... I was in search of the same .... An entire night alone ... made me search for familiar faces .... I saw my friends and my mind rested in Peace .... What is it that gives us peace ?? New friends?? New job ?? New city ??? I dint bother to think about it .. too excited of my new internship ... exhilarated about the new sooo ‘heared about’ place , out own Capital , Delhi...

                I never thought of coming to this place until today and trust me I was so damn nervous ..  A place famous for frauds , unsafe for girls , city full of pollution , and terrors .... My first few days just went in adjusting myself to its dry hot weather .The unknown roads , difficult commute , salty water and sun so hard on you , it was truly challenging time.....

                                As i started roaming around , I found the city more interesting ... Travelling alone gave me opportunities to visualise and experience some things i wud generally have missed . The city is just like Mumbai .... people running trying to cope up with the fast moving Time ,  there were rich .. so filthy and so classy ... there were poor by the road side .... people craving for money more than comfort .... people moving towards west with their legs firmly bound to the Indian soil .... all this and much more ..... It was soo much like my own city....

                First few days were full of loneliness , and worry .... New place induces a certain kind of creepy feeling ... Cos the mind is full of things said and heard .... but totally inexperienced ...

                I missed the trains back home , the people there , my language , the food ..... and there were many more things that wont be justified of mention....  Days passed by and the place became a lil familiar ....

And then one day it rained............. all the dust gone ... all the dirt removed .... all the pain washed ...I decided to to make the city my own ....

                And........ then the things became sooo soo easyyy .... i became fond of the food , observed the places ... looked amusingly at the people around .... they were all the same ..... same as my own people out there ..... the place was mine now .... and i was all over the city...

                I settled down and started loving the place . People say human mind s very adjusting .... It keeps on trying , works hard to find one thing ... Peace .... My mind was finally at ease and heart was smiling back .... It was all due to my dear friends and my changed outlook .... I am back .... and so is peace of my mind ... still wondering ... is it my own ??

Wake up...........

The thought of writing something came to my mind again and again , but i put it at the back of my mind. Fearing i will write some crap , express what i should not , do what i need not , and force people to visualise the complexities of my fairly nominal life.

                But today suddenly , i thought of picking up a pen and write down what i feel , what i am going through. ‘Pick up a pen’ , does that ring bell in ur mind ? when is the last time we did that ? Especially the tech savvy ones , and the ones sitting at their push desk 12 hours a day .

                Its 3 30 am in the hostel and when i take a look around in the campus , there is no human soul in the sight . I take a round along the dim lit hostel corridors, the rooms are nicely lit , laptops still running , Mobile phones still buzzing , maggi machines still steaming .

                Take a closer look , most of them are multi tasking . That is what the Gen Next calls it , when they find no valid reason for loss of concentration. These multi tasking species of human race , chat , socialise , study , eat , use mobile , listen to music  simultaneously. This extreme super powered brain , allows them to perform parallel in all the tracts and succeed in all of them. That atleast is the perception of these 25 somethings  who at the best of their age , fail to understand what is worst way of living this best part . Early to bed , early to rise is saying of the past , we all know . Late to bed , late to rise is a long lost one too . The Gen next spends sleepless nights , and doing what ???? Chat with seemingly ‘JUST Friends’ or Watching so called ‘IN Movies’ . Then they get up just in time for the lecture , which they cruelly bunk in the name of ‘Bulky Professors and Bulkier Books’. The day continues to enjoy itself and ends .But when ??? Again at the same time folks .. 4 am

                Oh my my too much of a writing for the day .... Lost track of time guys ... its 5 30 already .I have a lecture to attend in 2 hours . And today i dint watch a movie , I dint have stupid chat with roomies and i neva did study with the wrong intention of getting marks. I wrote something that i feel day after day about me and all my dear friends . Wake up guys .... and not for the lectures ... not for the movies ... for sport .. but for yourself first and for your health ...

                I will take your leave ... hot steaming Maggi awating me and my favourite novel waiting for me since hours ... Take care ..