Thoughts In A Wandering Mind

                                              The last sojourn in the home nation came to a halt after the journey resumed in the foreign nation. Though I never intended it to be this way, this is all I had in the script written for me. I still remember the battered condition in which I returned home few months back. From then on, the drive to perform all the tasks in such a state and be where I am once again is money required to meet simple daily needs. The fairy tale story back home in the interim comprises of unintended well-executed actions which were accomplished by commuting through bikes, buses, trains, cars, autos etc. Gods hand took me to all the places and left me where I am at present. I think the final destination is reached literally and figuratively, since I am l...

                 The much frightened period with never ending ordeals, which are talked about in this space, finally lapsed sometime back. This also paused my journey in the foreign land and resumed it in the native land. Though I only gave into the mission half-heartedly, there is a faint hope of success which eventually eluded. The only positive outcome is I at least became successful in my failure. I failed for good and hardly did I ever imagined that I would return to my native place with everything intact. Through God’s grace and required support, this became possible without much worry. Otherwise, there are let downs around with all that at stake including time, money and effort.                   Though I do not imagine the magnitude of success of my trip, I would delve on my personal failure. Though I periodic...

             I talked about the table-turning scenario of my current state in the last episode of the ongoing serial. The reality is the tables are heavily clamped to the ground and yet to move an inch. Getting on boarded is becoming difficult and taking a toll like a sail against the tide. Couple this with the persistent problems due to the new mode and the growing under-current opposition elsewhere for my presence in foreign land, you are always in dilemma to decide whether to make or break.            I promoted myself underscoring the unique traits of my living far away from home in the last episode. To emphasize the promotion of this version of happenings, there is always a need to tell such first accounts to make a difference. Though this story is unique, I am no different than anyone else. In fact there are many others who are much sharper, brighter and intellectual b...

                    I tried to put a few perspectives in this space during the last few months on the travails experienced and the general happenings taking place around. Once again, since I am trying to find a way out of the maze, here goes another round of similar prose. There has been never this long gap of living away from the coziness of home. The last time when I stayed away from family is during my job training period few years back for about 6 months. This stay can be considered as home away from home since I am with friends and received excellent support from those around which aided me in successfully passing out of the phase. The next time is when I was out for 9 days to stay with children in a hostel. Though there is no big problem to stay away, it puts me in altogether different mode of lifestyle. There are several common threads which run through these ‘mission mode’ episodes...

                                                        Few days have passed since I made a tough decision to continue my pursuit in this foreign land. At first I decided to change my location for work, then I opted to continue with that decision at a cost. Thus my two-day student life effectively came to a halt. Since I am preparing for the next phase, I am left with some free time. Among any other list items to get occupied, this blog provides a better deal to pursue. The reason is time will be utilized productively without much effort. Here goes another script as it occurs to the struggling mind trapped in the midst of many crossroads which are never ending like those in the heart of a city. These can be evaded by...

                          My life is progressing in the new mode similar to a journey on a bumpy road. Though I do not find any bumps or potholes on the roads here, I am facing shudders at regular intervals. I was asked what I would do 5 years from now. The answer is silence. I thought of asking ‘Are you serious, I was thinking about 5 days from now’ but resisted. At times you get as blindfolded as it gets that I remember the situation when I asked myself: How many times you are sacked by despair – zillion. How many times you saw a ray of hope – zilch. If you face obstacles and challenges, overcome the hitches and reach the destination safe then the journey is all the more special and rewarding. Hope that I am on such a path. As such life is not ducking away from rain but dancing in the storm.           ...

                 A few months back I tried to recall a few events which happened ever since I became a student again. Here are my further observations which are going into my online diary.                 After the initial bright and cheerful days in the new location, things turned out to be normal and I am left to fend myself with the room and classmates. All of us are told at the induction that you need to hit the ground running once the classes begin and relax in the interim. Classes do begin and I hardly understood how to lock myself academically and work hard with 9 hours of classes per week. I clocked 16 hours per day elsewhere during my studies when I was a child. I came to know more about this system after living through for a couple of months. I learned as much as I can from the lectures which are all sin...