Rearview..

The weirdness of creating an article, is related to the plethora of discovering the thought and the purpose behind it. Until recently, I had given up on thinking about purposes, or putting in thoughts behind the purpose. Now I realize, knowledge is essential, information is critical, wits are the crux, but embracing all success is the ability to generate powerful thoughts. Thoughts were many, interesting, powerful, some made it to being ideas, some died down.

Few days back, while driving home, I was thinking about the distractions I had faced, my shift in focus, all of which shaped me to something I wasn't. My focus perennially had been on the day at hand, on the moment that I lived. I would cherish every thought, would protect every dream, believe in my ideas, however small, irrelevant or inconsequential they may be. As a 15 year old teenager, every morning I had certain fantasies, dreams to be fulfilled, widespread, from playing football, meeting a friend, to pulling a 'rock bottom' on a friend.. ya ya , even i was a fan of 'the rock'..I would always watch the first step of the ladder and try to climb that.. I always walked one step at a time, and guess what, I was satisfied.. that satisfaction came out of the sense of genuine achievement. But, then I didn't know the world, I defined my world, I didn't know what 'to run' was, I was happy to only walk.

Then I saw 'the world', saw it from the deepest, darkest hole, saw it to be a cunning, unwavering, sea of hardships. The transition, the bridge, was too short. My pupils were still dilated when I moved from the sunshine of my world to the darkness of the world's 'world'. I fought, and I fought well. Adaptation still remains the quintessential trait for survival. I adapted, I survived. Survival was not enough, thriving, growing exponentially was the key. I thrived. I adapted on my own conditions, I wrote the rulz..... I created my tomorrow..

Now, as I write this, lying down in my small little room, I feel the sense of achievement, sense of accomplishment.. The journey has been long, nearly four years, and their have been turns and moments, incidents and accidents, poems and proses, people and places. All of them deserve a place here, and this summer of 08, in Mumbai, I ll pen down those 'golden moments' as I go over them in my head and smile...