It was quite a surreal experience today. There was some all-day event of our company held at a prestigious hotel in the heart of the city. Fortunately it didn't last for one whole day and I had the privilege of being back home when “suraj chachu” was still around. Now, after working for over a year in a company which requires me to travel close to 4 hours a day, the only time when I get a glimpse of this golden ball of fire is either when it says “hi” in the morning or “bye” in the evening. It will be a really beautiful sight filling the whole sky with its deep orange glow. Sometimes when the work gets very hectic, I miss even these.
When I got down from cab and walked towards home, I immediately realized that this was exactly the time when we used to come back home from school. My mind raced back to those primary school days – I used to walk back home everyday after school. Sometimes I would have friends for company and most of the times it would be my brother and sister. We used have long discussions about what our teachers had told us in school, how we had lost either a pencil or an eraser that day, how we would finish our homework and then play, etc . If I walked back with my brother, I used to hold his hand because mom had told me to. Although he never ran around, it was like a big responsibility to me then. (BTW, he looked cute in an uniform). We used to have other topics such as which chocolate mom would get us, what nice food she would prepare for us and how we both would play on terrace that evening (and end up in a fight hitting each other).
When I thought of those days, my mind was filled with some unexplainable emotion. Those were really the golden days with no worries and work pressures. I wished I could be a school going kid again while all the time aware of the fact that it would only be a fantasy and could not happen for real. I watched the some kids arguing about why India would win today’s T20 match against SL and how one of the boys who had just now got a Tata Sky Connection in his house would watch the match after finishing his homework.
I felt happy that I had been given a chance to come home soon and experience all these nice things. I was thankful to my employers for that as well as one more good news that was announced today. It seemed so long ago that I used to stay back almost everyday to finish the task that was assigned to me. I used to grumble everyday about having too much work, not speak to anyone properly, didn’t have time for anything and was too much frustrated then. Life had come a full circle from there. Now I have finished those hectic tasks, taken holidays, rested and feeling good about everything. I realized it is all interwoven in a delicate cycle. When we get to the bottom of it, we always complain and grumble as if there were no good days; When we are at the top, we rejoice and celebrate as if we never fall down. It was today’s experience that made me feel that mere grumbling will not lead to any happiness in life. We need to always look at life with a positive and balanced perspective. Let us all learn from our very own “suraj chachu” and “chanda maama” that after every hard, sunny and toiling day, there will always be a relaxing, cool night and that after every dark and scary night, there will always be a bright and dazzling pleasant day
When I got down from cab and walked towards home, I immediately realized that this was exactly the time when we used to come back home from school. My mind raced back to those primary school days – I used to walk back home everyday after school. Sometimes I would have friends for company and most of the times it would be my brother and sister. We used have long discussions about what our teachers had told us in school, how we had lost either a pencil or an eraser that day, how we would finish our homework and then play, etc . If I walked back with my brother, I used to hold his hand because mom had told me to. Although he never ran around, it was like a big responsibility to me then. (BTW, he looked cute in an uniform). We used to have other topics such as which chocolate mom would get us, what nice food she would prepare for us and how we both would play on terrace that evening (and end up in a fight hitting each other).
When I thought of those days, my mind was filled with some unexplainable emotion. Those were really the golden days with no worries and work pressures. I wished I could be a school going kid again while all the time aware of the fact that it would only be a fantasy and could not happen for real. I watched the some kids arguing about why India would win today’s T20 match against SL and how one of the boys who had just now got a Tata Sky Connection in his house would watch the match after finishing his homework.
I felt happy that I had been given a chance to come home soon and experience all these nice things. I was thankful to my employers for that as well as one more good news that was announced today. It seemed so long ago that I used to stay back almost everyday to finish the task that was assigned to me. I used to grumble everyday about having too much work, not speak to anyone properly, didn’t have time for anything and was too much frustrated then. Life had come a full circle from there. Now I have finished those hectic tasks, taken holidays, rested and feeling good about everything. I realized it is all interwoven in a delicate cycle. When we get to the bottom of it, we always complain and grumble as if there were no good days; When we are at the top, we rejoice and celebrate as if we never fall down. It was today’s experience that made me feel that mere grumbling will not lead to any happiness in life. We need to always look at life with a positive and balanced perspective. Let us all learn from our very own “suraj chachu” and “chanda maama” that after every hard, sunny and toiling day, there will always be a relaxing, cool night and that after every dark and scary night, there will always be a bright and dazzling pleasant day