Hey friends….cant wait to see ya all. Its being a long, hot and sweaty summer since we all have met and had some fun time together. Baring me, I hope everyone of you had a great time during your summers and have definitely learnt something new at your small stint out there. This one, the last part, m not writing it in one night. But m writing it over a period of time. The time m not in Mumbai and on a trip to find out my inner peace… !!! yeah its kinda true and daga and pandya/saubh would more than agree with it. so somehow I managed to sneak out a week earlier from my internship and thought of say ‘run away’ from the mad mad world around me.
Putting things into perspective, my place is around 1000 kms/ 18 hours away from Mumbai and I had no direct ticket to my last destination. So due to this the journey was more than exciting than exhausting. It was like a race with time and somehow I had to win it to avoid waiting at a bus stop for a night out. I left my home at 5:30 am to catch a train to Ahmedabad which was suppose to reach around 1:10 pm and I had a bus booking from there further down my road at 2:00 pm. So twas quite tight to reach on time and catch a ride till the bus stop. But luckily the train kept up its reputation and was right on time to reach station. Then that bus was suppose to reach around 7:00 pm to Jamnagar and I had another booking for a 8:00 pm bus to my final location. But no, the race was still on and my bus faced a technical issue and reached Jamnagar at 8:15 pm and I literally had to beg the next buswala to wait for me. Somehow I made it at 12:00 am to my native Dwarka but twas one hell of a ride.
Before that on Friday, thanks to daga, we went out shopping our last lot of alphonsos of the season and after a long search found a good deal and luckily they were the best I had this summer..!! Saurabh shah must promise me to send a couple of dozen every summer wherever I am across india cause these are really the best mango breed among the more than 2500 of them. So coming back to dwarka, it’s a holy place where lord Krishna spent 3 quarters of His life. It’s a small town with a nice beach, a kinda sunset boulevard, totally windy, an awesome temple with its peaceful environment, holy ghats and best of all, almost the entire clan of mine lives there. Was an awesome 4 days out there meeting everyone, updating with the latest gossips, awesome food and sleeping on the terrace in the long cool nights..!! Though you might not be that much spiritual, but if you see the temple deity and the gold/pearls/emeralds/just flowers etc etc decorations of Him, you would just stand out there enjoying His looks and somehow feeling for his blessings. Life couldn’t have been better than this.
Till Tuesday, I think I had got what all I could collect in my memories and so I decided to go home. Home, a place in a small town called Mithapur on the western most shores of India and whose virgin sands are washed by the mighty Arabian Sea. An appropriately sized place with a garden bigger than the built up area and ofcourse with a swing. With trees of coconut, chicku, pomegranate, banana, guava, aamla, jasmin in there, that’s the best place on earth. Then there is my oldie ride, a 1990s LML Vespa with a pickup that puts down the Hondas to shame. All my schedules for the days out there were figured out. Waking up late, cooking, watching repeat seasons of sitcoms, Sonia shenoy on CNBC TV18 (she is the best Prasad, mind it..!!), sleeping, then comes the beach time where luckily this time there are high tides and its just the best thing to take your slippers in your hands, wear shorts and just walk down the shore where the milky white waves clung on to you with all the love in them. Nights are late with watching movies, sitcoms and pulling down your chair in the front porch of your house-close your eyes-and savor the sweet wind blowing past.
A very strange thing happened on one of my first visits to the beach. Usually I have a habit of looking for a specific type of shells which are like pistachios shaped and quite rare as they are delicate and break easily when hit by the waves. So on that day, I was looking for them and as usual, initially found none. Then I got my hand on a couple and met one old guy who I was damn sure was collecting the same ones. So I asked to confirm and when he said yes as he gives them to kids every day, I handed him mine. Then I moved on and surprisingly, I kept on finding them and at the end I had found 15..!! That’s one hell of a number as there are times when I haven’t found even one (almost always) and hence that made me thinking. I came out with a theory that this time, I had a motive behind it. I wanted to collect more and more to hand over them to that old man. Every other time, I just did for the sake of doing as in I didn’t had anything to do with them once I found them but was just doing as it was like a ‘default setting’ whenever I walk down the shores. It also led me to think that that is the reason for many of us not being successful (read ’bored/frustrated/cant take it more’) in whatall we have taken up. For example taking up an MBA if passionate about design, studying engineering for that matter, taking up marketing because no good placements for operations, taking a job in IT when you knew you can do better somewhere else and many more. We didn’t had a motive in doing them. We did them because our father said so, or by being an engineer you can earn respect, compromising cause of an education loan to pay for, IT pays nice (a myth by the way). I think Indians are strong mentally but when it comes to running behind your dreams, we are far behind others nationals. Just a thought.
Apparently I had started this by saying that I was in search of inner peace. Frankly speaking, I didn’t had the slightest of an idea about it while I was on this trip. I don’t even know what it means exactly. But while I was away from the chaos of Mumbai, away from friendship issues, away from a jerk saying ‘I have found this place so I wont adjust (or something like that)’, away from all the failures or shall I put ‘feelings of failures’, I felt good. I felt really good. I was not at all tensed/frustrated and my scalp tried to keep my hair intact from falling out of tension..!! I was cool/carefree and enjoying almost every moment that I had spent. The best time was by far the beach time as every day I would decide to go there and think whats going wrong with me (or searching that mysterious ‘inner peace’) but the waves just pulls me over towards them. The last day was the most emotional one when I tried real hard not to take a dip in those beautiful incoming waves washing up my feet. I knew it would be tough and so had took precautions to carry my wallet and cell phone in a plastic bag and believe me, they really helped J. So, I never thought of thinking and allowed the child in me to take over.
As I write this closing para while in a train to Mumbai, I think that you need not search for inner peace as it is always within you. You just need to see where you should invest your emotions and where you should not waste them. I believe that the problem with most of us is that we try to be open from the outside but from the inside, we are really close. We try to think about someone/something/etc from a single perspective that somehow we have nurtured over the period of time. Why do we get irritated with the ‘I don’t care’ type of people? Cause they have developed this psyche that they don’t give a damn about others and its possible that they are happy or satisfied. On the other hand, we - the normal kind, worry for others-want to share their miseries; in short ‘we care’ (Nope…I still hate the SRF initiative that had killed some of my 1st year Fridays). But again, its not Life if everything is hunkie-dorie. We need bad times. Overall, this trip, I needed it badly and I am glad that I took it. It seemed like a perfect ending to the year that has gone by and with a hope in my heart, I am sure that it would bring in a new beginning that would be beautiful and fulfilling…