It had been a while since she blogged..and she completely owes it to this one..sometimes life takes you places..but you are still just there..as sedentary as a tree..moving up and away from your roots...growing new leaves of experiences..getting gray on your hair as the stem..facing the sun of challenges more directly..and hankering to rewind in time to a shielded life..but alas! nature hates to support anything unnatural..
It had been a while since she came to the US of A..yes the quintessence of a career launcher..where if not given attendance..you are considered some kind of a loser in life..who can do only some useless work in their homeland..the land which brought them on this earth..the land to which they belong...but are ridiculously not indebted..aah...pardon my digression..she loathed even stepping in the alien land and following the trend of the foolish trendsetters..but there was a dream ahead..which did not deserve a discussion on geography..and hence she moved to accept entry into the privileged program and being one among the 9 across regions..
Life was then excitement via challenges within monotonicity of home <-> school walk for a year..none of the city was explored in that period..for the assignments and deadlines craved more attention..Moreover, her comfort zone was not in public..and she was one among the few who was opportune to turn an honest penny in that economic downturn..what an irony life reveals..the adamancy of returning back home after earning the degree had been bullied by this opportunistic stab..and so she moved on..unwillingly with the crowd...griping and whining to anyone with ears that she came across..
With another step on the ladder (unsure if upwards or downwards), life still remains as mysterious as it was before...She is bowed to be a vagabond...of both body and mind...the house she apparently rented, is just to pay the monthly bills..and rambles across airports and hotels without a place to call home...everything seems fake with such conceited looks that even spies would wonder of..and there is the mind...fixed with the body...still so untangible..moving cardinally faster than its armor..restless and impatient to find an answer to the subtle questions that have still not been asked..
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I love the complicated technique of writing. It is consistent with every other post you've written earlier. I comment for the first time but stay rest assured, I am an ardent fan and long time reader. And sarcasm is always good in posts....But don't let it trickle into everyday life or it will cause problems....Am glad we have a medium of blogs to vent out are deeper selves :)....Good Job Miss Jha :)
ReplyDeleteThanks bluemoon :P..
ReplyDeleteWhatever pinches...comes out..its as felt as it can be..and life itself is sarcastic and complicated..I wish I could help that..
You have a very masochistic and negative view of life. Told you a million times....Life is not as bad as it seems. Its only the circumstances around you. Given a different environment in the same area and you would be a completely different person. Smell the roses and smile and look forward to the positives instead of dwelling on the negatives. In this regard, I think our blogs can run in unison as they maintain a perfect ying yang of thought :)
ReplyDeleteappa appa... i need a GRE barrons book for my reference...i dont know why do people crib for something which they already know
ReplyDeleteFinally the "vagabond" is bak...aur accha kiya ki u started again....it is always nice to read ur stories...
ReplyDeleteAbt this one.....it has been "her" choice to go out and make a career and live a so called "vagabond life"..i think thr is nothing wrong in it...
I can understand the crib too..she is close to her family...but all of us are...lekin compromises to karni padegi ..kehte hain na sab kuch nahi milta.....
but will cribing help until nd unless"she"does smthing in that regard....
only she can answer nd make choices that wud serve her better, the choices that wud relieve her from the muddle she is currently in , a fight b/w logic nd feelings....