Musafir hoon yaaron….

Statutory warning:- Prepare for a long and monotonous soliloquy!! Don’t tell me I didn’t warn you!
I do owe an apology and probably an explanation for my outbreaks and absence all these days. I have debated in my mind a lot whether or not to share the details of all that had happened these days with me. To say that I have been on a roller coaster ride ever since the year has started would literally sum up the mood swings that you have all been witness to! Moments of elation and moments of despair that are so much a part of everyone’s life, have been my regular visitors. Much as I have tried to keep my composure maintained during these days, I have oft broken down beyond any comprehension. Guess it doesn’t hurt being human at times!
My blog has often given you all a glimpse of some portions of my life, albeit with veiled details. In our relationship as an insignificant and yet officious writer and a significant and seemingly interested reader, we have avoided a lot of specifics and going by the same trend, I will still appraise you of what has passed.
The year started with a lot of promise only to be devastated. Then came the challenge of graduating, which was not an easy path, what with an unco-operative advisor hell bent on making the situation worse each passing day. Couple that with dwindling confidence and patience and you will pretty much get an idea of how it was. And then came the promise of eventual liberation by my advisor, only to be broken at the last moment – in a bid to avenge for past issues! What that set was a whole new series of war where I had to fight for what I deserved. It did culminate in a victory, but as the days proved, the battle was not yet over. On the day of me ending the 2.5 year long journey, the residue of the past again grew momentously in size and appeared again in front of me – just when I was an inch away from my goal. At that moment the years of efforts, tears and toil that I had shed seemed worthless and ineffective infront of the towering hurdle. I was failing – in my strength, in my conviction, and belief in everything good and worthwhile. I did not want to give up till the last and then again set about mustering the strength to shake the pillars of the university – banging every door till I was heard right at the top level. This new found strength was the result of the well wishes and blessings of so many friends, admirers and companions that I find it exceedingly hard not to choke with tears recalling them all….. hitherto strangers, or acquaintances, stood up to the occassion, friends rallied behind me, and loved ones held me up in my final battle to get my coveted degree. I have now achieved it.
At the hind sight I see ruins… of myself. But out of those very ashes like a phoenix, I was reborn each time, my faith in good, and justice being upheld intact. The God, that I have trusted who held out his hand, inspite of my thousand shortcomings… yes… I have grown. There is a quote in the office of my assistant director – Growing old is a must, growing up is optional. I might even add – growing up is painful. I don’t know what a pupa undergoes in metamorphosizing into a butterfly. May be it despairs too. The thing that is really scary is the change. I do know that it is exciting! But there is the fear of the unknown. In my case, I feared returning a loser. I feared empty hands that would not testify for my years of patience, and work. I feared the disappointment of my parents. Fear is not a feeling to be harbored in the mind.
I live a small life. But I know it is significant to a lot of people around me. There are moments when I have wondered.. what it is that I do? I know that I have lived a rather momentous life thus far; so many events, and happenings that has changed me a lot. But what is it that is guiding all this? What was the whole purpose of something so heavy like a mountain being placed on my back in the first place, and later on being lifted off like a feather?!! Some may say that my faith was being tested.. haven’t I been tested enough? I am not complaining.. but am just wondering. Now at a very critical juncture, I stand at crossroads. While the heart wishes to return to India, the intellect advises to stay here and get some experience. It is yet another moment of change. I have made a choice – I am moving to New Jersey to join a new job. A new place, a new set of people, a new set of relationships.. maybe a new set of problems!!! Amidst all this, there is the dream – of home. A place though not devoid of problems of its own, is still mine to keep. I hope I can return soon to the familiar faces and open arms of loved ones.
The choices we make define us. Does this choice define me too? How would I be defined if I were to give up all of this, and return back home to make a fresh start? There is a part of me that is tired of this long fight… there is a part of me brazing up for a new expedition. I have often called myself an explorer.. someone who craves a lot of excitement and action and thrill.. and yet here I am, sober and hesitant. But it is time.. I have to move…

Ek raah ruk gayi.. toh aur jud gayi

main muda toh saath saath raah mud gayi
hava ke paron par mera aashiyaana…..

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    • Kishan on August 4, 2006 at 5:21 AM

    Hmm, kano, This year, I am experiencing, the same kind of emotion that you are undergoing.

    Starting this year, all my efforts, seem nothing for others, but I know what these efforts have don to me, I have grown, grown like never before. I am a much powerful man now, but with lots of dissapointment.

    Things are not at all going in my way, this is the second time in my life, that I am experiencing such “emotional tennis”…once in my engg….

    “At the hind sight I see ruins… of myself. But out of those very ashes like a phoenix, I was reborn each time, my faith in good….”

    same kind of feeling here….

    Anyways, good luck with your endeavors…

    • Nihar on August 4, 2006 at 5:59 PM

    I have never visited this blog of yours…but couldn;t have picked a better day to read:

    “my coveted degree. I have now achieved it.”

    This is exactly what I wanted to read; chapter close; no looking back.

    Sweet!

    • V N on August 5, 2006 at 7:15 AM

    Pravz

    I dont have to tell u that I am glad to have u back!

    i havent been thru half the trials and tribulations that u seem to have gone thru, so I wouldnt be the right person to comment, but I just wanted u to know that I am no surprised that so many people rallied behind u, in ur attempts to make sure that justice was done.

    because u r one WONDERFUL person.

    as simple as that.
    🙂

    and as far as choices are concerned, heres truly hoping that u make the best of them. hesitant though ur steps maybe, may them lead u to the brightest of horizons!

    • Chandan on August 6, 2006 at 5:46 PM

    Hmmmm, Hope u’ld find wat u want at new jersey. Most important of all peace of mind. And yes, i suggest u to do lots of travelling while u r at it. There is nothing like a long trek at a forest nearby. I’ll be eagrly waiting for ur cycling experience at Canal State Park to Pinelands National Reserve. Also ur rafting experience at the Delaware Water Gap. Whatever it is, be occupied. If u feel home sick, raagi muddhe madkond thinbidu amele ondhu Rajjannna awara film nodbidu.

    • Arun D. Sathish on August 6, 2006 at 10:43 PM

    Sakkath alla, konegu graduate aadri! Nammanella bittu hodri :(.

    Good Luck with your future and your kesh.

    • V N on August 16, 2006 at 8:27 PM

    Pravz,

    പുതുവത്സരാശംസകള്‍!!

    Thats Happy New Year in Malayalam!! Our New Year starts tomorrow, and thought I would wish u a wonderful year ahead!!

    🙂

    • Anonymous on October 15, 2006 at 1:48 AM

    yen Praveen.. U left us here… alone.. we are missing our best friend… we are missing chakli and kodbele… we are missing obatti.. we are missing the late nite coffee at IHOP.. we are missing kannda audio.. are girls are missing their blouse piece

    • Anonymous on October 15, 2006 at 1:49 AM

    yen Praveen.. U left us here… alone.. we are missing our best friend… we are missing chakli and kodbele… we are missing obatti.. we are missing the late nite coffee at IHOP.. we are missing kannda audio.. are girls are missing their blouse piece

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