It’s time again to pack my bags, seal my memories, bid adieu to this city and head for a new journey to a new city. Like a vagabond, I have been roaming endlessly without a rhyme or reason. News of such kind generally escalates my mood and spirit goes high but this one seems to be a little different. Even my friend complained of me not having an upbeat voice after hearing the news from him and I lied to hide my real emotions. Yes, I still pretend. Years have passed; I still put a glow mask whenever such things happen so that people near to me feels I am happy. Having crossed the length and breadth of the cities, nothing excites me anymore. Neither the city dirt upset me nor does the sophistication uplift my happiness quotient. The essence remains unchanged, and the forthcoming events are nothing less than a useless addition to my life calendar.
Well, yes, I being neutral don’t affect people around me. While my friend sent a sweet sms late night which goes something like this “ Good friends are like Tom and Jerry, Sometimes small fights keep them apart, but they always come back together to run a long episode”, touched me. For him, the journey and the very excitement of staying together and enjoy those small sharing of emotions matters and yes it matters to me too, but what after that?? There is another friend of mine, who just said, “I will not congratulate you” and to that I said, “You need not congratulate me for anything which cannot alleviate my inner pain”. This is neither a moment of remorse nor a moment of celebration; it’s just a moment which exists and is here to stay for sometime. The achievement is frivolous and doesn’t matter to me. While some of my friends take pride working for the best financial institutions, and some enjoying cross culture outside the vicinity of their country and some just want to be stable for sometime, I am different from them. For me, the very fact of traversing through the corners of knowledge excites me. Being monotonous can kill me morally and I am strictly against committing moral suicide. I am sure, after 6-7 months, these whole series of events would be repeating and no, it’s neither a habit nor a passion for me to understand corporate culture, probably, it’s written in my destiny. My destiny to be here, there and finally nowhere…..
