The Inception

So it began. A Josephite (In case you don’t know it already, a Josephite is someone who studied in St. Josephs College – Allahabad) called Prateek, steps into his college life.  A journey that has been anticipated so much, has shown a faint glimpse of its arrival. Strange yet true, I was witnessing the arrival of a journey. A life that could be made or destroyed in the mere span of four years. It sounded so much of fun. But hey, this has not yet started. The journey technically begins after I am in the premises of the college.  So be it then, waiting I am to see what life has to offer!

A question that daunts me whenever I think of it, is here again – back with vengeance. What happens to me after this? Well, I am not into the IITs or the NITs or anything worth respect. I have got into what the world calls as MIET. Now that is not something very fancy, nothing so special to brag about.  But at least I have with me the stream that I needed, and I have the ability to say a big YES to each and every hurdle that comes to me.

So, this was me, confused and terrified three-and-a-half years back. Now it has been a while since the start and I am quite close towards the end. And quoting my favorite band, Linkin Park, I could say that “The Journey is more important than the end or the start”. So I prefer to make Journey the subject of this venture I had. A stage of my life. More than a thousand days went by and it seems as if it was only yesterday when I entered this place.

There I was, looking outside the window of the train, gazing at the city. Yes it was the first for me to be here in this city. It was never in my list of places to visit. The last time I could remember the mention of this place was probably in the history textbook in context to Mangal Pandey, the initiator of the revolt of 1857. But there was something really peculiar about my observations that morning.  More than just history.

I was in the train, and I was informed that I was lucky to get into MIET, as it is a premier institute. It is hard to believe stories that your co-passengers tell you. But believing them helped me that day. Nearly half-an-hour later I was in the college itself.

At this point I must admit that I was really excited for reasons far more than one, and I was also scared as I entered as a novice into the kingdom of “seniors”. I may spend a million words to describe the daunted feeling I had back then. I was accompanied by my parents, and I saw those eyes staring at me, no matter where I was. I knew all of them were seniors and are going to break free once my parents are out. To add to the anxiety, there were special arrangements. An acquaintance was found somehow, and guess what she turned out to be a senior. I might have never wished for such a thing to happen. It seemed as I was a serving at the breakfast table. I was the easy fish to catch, rag and God knows what else was to come up next.

If you  think that I was nervous – you are right! But nothing was there for me to do than waiting endlessly for all it to happen.

The Girl At The Window

This is a short story, about a little girl called Miranda. The world to each one of us has been a place that provides doom and gloom. But this girl was quite a bit different. Oh, she had all that any human on earth could imagine for a lavish living. All of the fiction that you may have seen on movies or similar stuff, was actually there with her. Gadgets, jewelry, money, food, clothing, and all the other good stuff. But then all luxuries have limitations. She was captivated to be inside her home. And if case she needs a vacation she had to be that big royal car and spend her time traveling. All that she had to interact with the world outside was through that one window. Be it in the palace where she or the car that she used for travelling. The window was there.

She tried to look as far she could, and in all these years she developed the skill to anticipate the proceedings of the world that she saw. She would know that it was the man with a black suit that was about to pass by her window. She knew it all.

Though it may seem to be a fairy tale as far now, this isn’t one. The window that she claimed to be looking through has never been there. It was the “Time-window” that she looked at. Though it seems a bit odd to hear that, yet it is true.

I shall request each one of you to look around and gaze at the world for a moment. Don’t you find yourself at very similar condition as Miranda? Don’t you look at everything through that one “Window”?  Don’t you look forward to future when you look at yourself at the mirror?  Or when you’re talking to somebody else?

I have an interesting observation here. The world is a gigantic Jig-Saw puzzle where the pieces aren’t made up of ordinary paper. Instead it is the time that acts in pretty much the same way. Consider the following scenario, a rough start of the day, followed by a harsh work-time. Your state of mind back then has been pretty negative. You have ignored the lovely taste of the food you had at lunch and at the dinner. You forgot to be polite to people who had nothing to do with your bad-day. Don’t you then that are actually a person that has all that the human soul facing the harsh sun and pulling the rickshaw ever wanted. Don’t you ever feel that the world that you try to perceive isn’t a simple picture, but a blend of time and emotion!

If you have read this so far, please promise to yourself that the world isn’t exactly what you see. No matter where you stand, there are a lot of pieces of the puzzle that are yet to found. So don’t try be the jury for your own destiny. The master that created this matrix, is there to decide who gets what. I shall quote from the Hindu mythology, “Thy task is to work, the results shall follow” (A translation from Geeta).