What would one do, when he is stuck in an alien country in a distant continent with no work, nearly non-functional internet, inclement weather, little inclination to read, and people one doesn't identify with anymore?
Wait!! Why does this sound so much like the usual life over the past few months? Ok, well, there is work but rest of that...?!!
Visiting New York with two friends-cum-colleagues for a conference. Weather has been harsh, conference has been boring, willingness to go on tours has been shaky, and energy to survive people even less.
Still about three days remain to reach the place called home. Although the willingness to run away from New York has been high, I don't know if I have craved for the return. Surviving one day at a time has become the norm. Constantly longing to be somewhere else, constantly willing to be someone else, and constantly wishing to be sometime else.
I wish if it was possible to just get lost or just hide. If it was possible to choose the company I keep or to change it to no company at all. I wish it was possible to be with those whom I wish to be with rather than those which social norms ask for. I wish it was as easy to avail as it is to write.
Someone in the hall just played the lines:
न उम्र की सीमा हो न जन्म का हो बन्धन...
1 comment:
living in the present and feeling whatever you are feeling,where ever you are can help a great deal,
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