It’s nearly 0.5-0.6 Km walk from the parking zone to my office in plant area. It’s an often over-looked benefit of working in a hazardous industry where you get ample avenues to use your foot and rest your car engines. Of all the walks, this is the most chattering one since I ride a train of thoughts on my way, about anything and everything. In these five minutes, my mind and heart have their fiercest battles making me as the judge where I submit my failure and it turns out to be an impasse’ every time. These dialogues affect and decide how the day at work is going to be. Since last few days however,after spending almost a week in the Konkan coast of Western India, both these instigators are at peace and surprisingly collaborating to keep alive the powerful moments so created.
Clash of personalities is a very common phenomenon in the society where man has built his own benchmarks,his own securities,his own fears,his own lookouts. In this self made sculpture, he becomes adept in hiding the one who is still a naive when it comes to a conventional behaviour that is often expected when we meet new people. Behaviour where we ought to smile, assess the situation, be smart enough to conceal the jugglery of our thoughts and portray them calmly, in nutshell,try out every means not to expose the real us. That is fair too at times.
But sometimes,we come across few people where strings get attached without making much efforts,most likely because we could find similar tunes playing inside their minds.
Such groups last long.
It was easy and contemplative taking strolls in the bustling streets and shores of goa alone but it was fun walking miles with these guys, fun having a night out,listening to the ultimate summiteer, quivering at the takes on spirits,dancing on the shack music,whooting in between,drinking for the cheers,hookah-ing, eating,running on the airport till the last call with them shouting aloud and revisiting the college days with the ones who were not back then but each one of them reminded me of some..
We meet some people and get inspired,so inspired that even if we are not them but we feel highly priveleged just because we know them. And we had one in this group. One who was among a group of people similar to him, bent to reach at the top of the world,The Everest. Meeting him, the only thought that crossed my mind was like,"Now I can say,I know someone who has done Everest," His accomplishment, my experience.
Back to our places, we might find these fading away, like a rainbow that in no time vanishes and the sky becomes bland again.
But with passing clouds, seasons change and we get our share of rain everytime. This rain at Goa has drenched us full till the next season arrives....so I shall be waiting...
