looked up : saw a swarm of flying birds

FOR YOU : YOU ARE THE SCAR


Coming home daily is a ritual we all perform..
but very few of us come back home the way the those swans of birds do..
all flying in one direction..centered in one way..taking turns at being the guiding navigator..gradually but surely reaching the long awaited destination .

Sometimes i look up to the skies and watch in appreciation ,
Not just because their flight is stupendous but because they all have this tremendous drive to reach somewhere.
Unshakeable , steady , firm , determined and... and HAPPY .
So happy that they do not get tired and stop to take rest anywhere .
No breathing space , no lethargy , just flight..going on and on and on and on....


I sometimes wish that I have a place to go like that .
Where with all my grit and determination , I shall head to..
No-one can stop me because I am going THERE.
I will have the tenacity and grip to overcome evry obstacle because I am going THERE
No fatigue shall touch me because I am going THERE .
I shall smile no matter how weary I am because I am heading THERE .

THERE ..the abode of my mental peace and sanity .
the haven of my spirit .
where I smile and only...smile..





Where is this THERE ?
I dont know .
It could be home , it could be a person , it could be a destination , it could be a journey .
For each one it is different..

But it has to be there otherwise we lose the enthusiasm with which we fly towards it .



For me , I havent yet reached THERE .
I think I found it ( You know what I am saying ) but havent reached it...


However, Coming back home daily after a grinding 10 (sometimes 15 !) hours of back-breaking software work and
skull-blowing stress ...I sometimes found a fleeting moment of solace .
Because in someways , I was going THERE .





Thank you for contributing to THERE .




Yesterday when I walked in and saw your place empty , something missed you .
Perhaps my heartbeat .

In your own way you had become a part of my life and habitat .

We had our moments ..of fight and rage .
But we had our moments...of consolation and support , too .

In short , we had our moments .











This is Bangalore .

Everybody is a software engineer or an analyst or a consultant or a BPO guy.

It is an island we all come to , far far away from home .

We all make friends , acquaintances , enemies , lovers and roomies ....eventually we move on..


to newer friends to newer pastures , to newer jobs , to newer affairs , to newer cities and even nationalities .



But some of us have been lucky and blessed that while we shall move on to newer things like evrybody else ,
some of the old ones will remain like a scar....
Not the bad scars--not those ones .
But like the good ones ..like the one you get because of a love-bite or perhaps a war you fought for your country .

You look at it everytime and it aches but its still a very sweet remembrance .


I guess am scarred now .






THIS ONE WILL REMAIN ON MY BLOG AND ITS DEDICATED TO MY EX-COLLEAGUE S AND FRIENDS AND ROOMIES..alll those who left behind memories and their absence .....JOYEETA.