a dream job...

the time is 2:37 p.m on a sultry afternoon spent in an air conditioned office cubicle. Right after lunch, i find my eyes in a hurry to sleep in a pace that matches the speeds at which i often ran to class in my college days,being late as usual. Looking back now i think much has not changed. I do not talk of politics, economy, sport or entertainment when i say nothing much has changed, for indeed much has changed in those arenas. From an afro american half-muslim taking the reigns of the United States ( Martin Luther king's dream is slowly being realised!), to the collaboration of sports and entertainment to create the IPL ( International Paisa Loot), much has indeed changed, much has indeed been transformed. Well change in its true glory has not entered my life in the past 7 years. Of course there have been minor indications of ageing, false alarms of wisdom and maturity, as well as the transition in environment (school to college to work to college to work again). But on the onset, when i examine change as a whole and attempt to explore critical changes in the last 7 years, the ever active part of my brain, namely the logical reasoning department, urges me to discover the traces of a structure that appears to be a heptagon. I started at one point, took various turns at various crossroads for specific intervals, in pursuit of something better and bigger that would finally answer the ever pressing question: "What am i supposed to be doing?". Irresolutely leaving the benefits of a premeditated trajectory, I took faith in the not so promising prospects of the 'happy go lucky' phenomenon and let nature (includes plants, animals, microbes and man) and the supernatural cosmic powers lead me to supposed greener pastures, higher up the learning curve.

With loyalty never fading, determined to find the reason for my being, here i am having traversed diverse paths, having met two distinct classes of people: inspiringly interesting as well as annoyingly uninteresting, to be jolted awake to be informed that my 'final' destination has arrived. I open my eyes in sheer enthusiasm only to find the ever so familiar billboard, "WELCOME 'BACK' TO SQUARE ONE'. Ah, well there has been a change after all, the 'back' has been added to the billboard in the course of my journey.So from just a higher secondary certificate,to a degree in management, a years experience of monarchy and its perils and two years of post graduational bliss,having commenced each one with the hope that, now this will tell me clearly what i am good at and what i'm intended to do; here i am in the first year of my professional career as a content resource, doing what i always loved from when i was just 6 years old: writing!

Well the answer was always there,it was so evident that the one thing that i could do was write, it could be a silly poem for my dad's birthday, my first book- the rixies in sixth grade( which was highly suspected of violating Enid Blyton's copyrights) but not guilty until proved as the law of the land states :) ) or my virtual log of passing thoughts and whimsical poetry! I enjoyed writing and now onboard the global content management team of a reputed IT company, i still enjoy writing!. But never did i know that doing what you loved was what what you are supposed to be doing. I always thought that doing what you love is your hobby and doing what you have to do is your job!And this delightful revelation that "writing" is what i am supposed to be doing made me realise that from when i was a kid i knew what i was supposed to be doing, but i never took it seriously,i downplayed my passion for writing, suppressed it and somehow it survived neglect for ages only to live out my destiny.

Many a times we give up on what we love doing, we cast our glances away from frequent reminders our heart throws at us, being stubbornly sure that we do not know best and set out on our search to find out what we are supposed to be doing. We while away years in this quest, productively if luck favours us and keep searching only to find our hearts echoing our passion. We choose to not hear and seek again, in different avenues, in different people, in different geographies only to realise that we have been searching with our eyes blindfolded. If only we took off the blindfold and re-affirmed our faith in our selves and our potential, if only we understood that a great change or metamorphosis is not essential to realize the scope of our lives (or self-actualization as Mr. Abraham Maslow calls it- could not help showing off some of my MBA jargons. I did pay a pretty big sum to learn them!).  

All that we need to really do is listen to our hears, time will only tell us what our hearts have been telling us all the while! :)