"Macha , cheers da ....watha this is the most happiest day of my life " I shouted oblivious of the poor street dog which had an abrupt end to its sleep . The shouts slowly travelled through those empty streets of kolkatta , across those trees which kept dancing to the tunes of the wind , through the moisture laden yet-to-blossom-flowers , across the water filled potholes , across those tired people getting back home with the id card which held the stories of dreams lost and untold.....
Giving me company along with the vodka bottle were three other dissillusioned souls .
shankar - a lead guitarist of a wannabe band from chennai ,
Parthiban - yet another unfortunate mechanical engineer ,
Selva - a wannabe politician and
me - an electrical engineer who knew nothing about current ,circuits ...
We all had one thing in common other than the single bottle of vodka ...
All of us were software engineers ....
Yup , we belonged to the elite lot who were paid in lakhs , had plush offices , spent like crazy and so on.......
Or thats what I dreamt 2 years back ...I still remember the wait across the crowded hall where the names where spelt out ...arun kumar r ......watha ....yeahhhhhhh....I stood there with my hands spread as the joyous shouts echoed throughout the hall....and that window seat on the bus where I struggled to convey to my mom those golden words " Ma , I am placed........"
Yet another glass of vodka went in as I got reminded of today's afternoon where I gave back my swipecard as it was my last day at office . And honestly , I have never felt better...
Money was good ...It bought me everything except for that something....that something which could remove that emptiness...that something which I would do just for the love of doing it...that something which would let me follow my heart ...
Now as I get ready for the new journey in search of that 'something', I see the longingness , those lost dreams, the pain in those eyes ....Those eyes which belonged to me a few days back, those eyes which will belong to thousand of more recruits who will keep swarming in.... And somewhere deep inside I know it wouldnt be long before my master 'money' catches up with me and the compromises would again happen...
But till then I have the chance to script my own story ....I finally get a chance to live not for what the society thinks I should be , what my friends think I should be ,what my family thinks I should be but for.....what I think ,I should be.
And as a humble beginning to this so called new self-discovery , this blog holds a special place ...coz it gave me the courage to do something just for the love of it ....and all those who took the pain to read through my posts and those sweet ppl who commented on my blog , I am forever indebted to you ppl for you unknowingly convinced an average-not-so-good wannabe writer within me to believe in his dreams...and everytime I read those random out-of-blue praises it feels like heaven ...
As the final sip of vodka goes in , I fall back...
Its time to start dreaming ...
