Morning starts in an expected manner. Lazy one, shorter in
life and too fast… I wonder if she
hasn’t read those poems line that goes as, “What a life full of care, there is
no time to stand and stare”.
She has got some rules and her rules are not meant to be
broken. I’m wake, still on my bed and watching my room. Still in the same
condition I had left it last night. Surprised?? No way what can an engineering
student expect when he has got no roomie and he is the inevitable king of that
room. My eyes again take a tour of the room. In one corner there are hockey
sticks, let us c, novels, newspaper (might be a month older), laptop, headphone
and just beside me lies my cousin shadow i.e. my phone. It requires enormous
strength to muster your will to leave that bed with whom you just spent 8 long
hours. My bed sheet has finally become dirty and she gives a dirty look to me
but I can just say sorry to her. “What is desirable is unattainable”, she
should understand this fact. And she do.
Well she is mine property. I have my morning times with Sunday times.
Nothing catchy. I see the 1st page and simultaneously flip to the last page. I
run down my eyes through the middle pages as fast as I can, until any printed
advertisement beholds my eyes. ‘More works to do this Sunday’: with this
thought I head towards my room. I open my laptop and revise the content that I
downloaded last night. It’s an emotional video with a message to do something
for the nation. The video mesmerizes me. I play it for next consecutive times
with volume at its zenith. Two big drops roll down my cheek from my wet
eyes. What was that? It was helplessness
that I was feeling, doing nothing for my nation and saying to myself in any
corner of the empty auditorium of my head. “Well, buddy this is something that
you have to do.” [1] After a remarkable gap of Desh bhakti I switch to the next
video of Roger Federer. I’m again moved and mine every cell tissue is paying
respect to him. He always remains calm and quite. He is the ultimate G.O.A.T. –
Greatest of All Time. “He is the greatest player of all time” comes a voice in
Russian accent from the vid. I wish I could be like Roger and then somehow
feelings rising from the core of my heart drapes themselves in the alphabets and
request the tongue to be their medium, and the overall clumsy mechanism results
in one statement and that is “I want to be a tennis player and want to be like
Roger”. [2] “Hey, how you can do it??” ,
the stick (hockey) standing against the pale wall in the dark pinches me saying
that. ‘Saying SOMETHING and executing
that SOMETHING are something entirely different’. I mollify my hockey stick,
she is jealous. I do my lunch because I had done my breakfast in my dream. This
time I’m unable to remember it. Quite irritating??? Huh? After seeing my books
I decide to go to my bed I again unlock my lappy. “Well he is amazing”. I utter
these words after watching Robert Downey in IRON MAN. And then I began to
analyze his character. Whether he is proud or brilliant. And then I think and I
wish I could be IRON MAN or a proud owner of billion dollar fortune company
‘STARK’ [3]. Now I want to be a
mechanical or electronics engineer who can make that suit. After all these
unproductive works finally I sit on my chair with thick and thin books ahead of
me. Suddenly my eyes’ attention falls on these lines written on the back side
of my notebook.
The woods are lovely,
dark and deep.
But I have promises
to keep,
And miles to go
before I sleep.
And miles to go
before I sleep.
- Robert Frost
How can any human convince you so many thoughts with mere
alphabets of language? Just like the wood the meaning of the stanza is also
dark and deep. But I try to dispel that darkness with my intellectual and wits
and my mind takes a deep dive into that ocean of thoughts, spontaneous feelings
and much more. The stanza keeps me beholded and silent for next 20 minutes. And
finally I think of opting for pen as my profession. [4] It weird and strange
however it has got a remarkable vote share in my heart’s by-poll election and
every proposal should be given respect. I again go outside my room. I see the blue sky with white spots and think
upon those things. The landlord of the sky doesn’t allows me to watch him. He
is generous, kind and benevolent. However he doesn’t allows me to see him.
However you can watch him with glasses on your eyes. But there would be a
difference if explained in an analogy, it would be just like using a cracked
version of windows instead of the genuine one. You could feel the difference. I
again enter my empire and think of doing some workout. I start with crunches in
the ground and I land hundred fists on the beam. With headphone in my ear, I
hit it hard and hard and even harder. For a short span of time a virtual 76 mm
movie begins to roll in my empty auditorium of mind. It gets a boost and I’m
reminded of every action scenes, I have watched so far. I began to think of
Abraham and Stallone. I remove my t-shirt and began to stare my own body. I
began to watch my future 8 packs in my pre-mature 6 packs. I can clearly notice
the nerve going done from my biceps in a non-uniform way splitting in twos and
finally getting lost. I’m happy with my body and somehow proud. You can’t buy
it. You have to earn it and I have been earning it since my childhood days. And
I have become a regular employee and it always pays me back. “Rome was not
built in a day” and I have got the meaning behind those 21 letters. ‘I want to
be a fighter’. [5] I’m speechless. My heart has become a collection of
different desires just like a mini INDIA. Each may not mix with the next but
collectively form an interesting human.
And that’s me. And I keep thought aside for the latter debate. I surf
through YouTube as per my subscription I began to buffer a video. “Mr. Tyson
don’t try to patronize me. I am not going to spare you. Mind it.” How can a TV
journalist be so fearless?? I have become die hard fan of his firm and
electrifying journalism. For the last few months I too have participated in
many debates. There is another taste and craze in debating with others. “What
about being a journalist.” My comments are getting recognized but the real
thing is that these all things convey something else, something that has to do
nothing with my clan as well as my past and that is journalism. At the same
moment of life I want to be a journalist. The fact is that I am an engineer and
not even I can deny this fact. Well if I virtualize my road map then it is
going to be a very simple one. Have the placement. Do the job. Satisfy your
family and say hasta la vista to life. It’s so simple, no risks, no potential
danger zones and simple and long lasting life. ‘But the real risk lies in
living riskless living.’ There are millions of nerve cell sending zillions of
stimuli and signals across my lobes and different parts of my body.
At last I can conclude that there ain’t any formula which is
going to tell you what you should become in your future. Until you start believing yourself you are
not to have a life. Do whatever you wanna do but always keep a PLAN- B. Do work
hard. As Rocky Balboa says, “Let me tell you something you already know. The
world ain't all sunshine and rainbows. It's a very mean and nasty place and I
don't care how tough you are it will beat you to your knees and keep you there
permanently if you let it. You, me, or nobody is gonna hit as hard as life. But
it ain't about how hard you hit. It's about how hard you can get hit and keep
moving forward. How much you can take and keep moving forward. That's how
winning is done! Now, if you know what you’re worth, then go out and get what
you’re worth. But you got to be willing to take the hit, and not pointing
fingers saying you ain’t where you are because of him, or her, or anybody.
Cowards do that and that ain’t you. You’re better than that!”
BE A THINKER, NOT A
STINKER
