Carnival of Rust

A road would never lead you to any new place if there were no twists and turns. A peak would have lost its significance had there been no valleys. Success, obviously, would have been tasteless without preceding failures. And life. Well life too follows the same rule. An array of emotions. A few ups and downs here and there. Unexpected turns, sudden road bumps. And most importantly, a continuous but not a straight path.

I am caught in an undertow right now. Life is changing at all fronts. Few for good. Few not for so good. And few which might lead to disastrous consequences. It’s like your opponent has dropped a volley at the net for the match point and you are running desperately towards it. Eyes gazed on the ball as it makes its way for a second bounce. Body completely stretched. And your entire life has come down to that single point at that particular moment. To just get that ball on the other side of the net. You don’t know what might come to you next. Frankly you don’t even care. It’s just about winning that brief moment, which will propel you to give just that extra bit once again the next time around.

A new phase of life. A job you have started loving more and more with every passing day. A haphazard and highly disorganized life turning to a routine and well mannered one. Slowly but surely. Everything seems to be going great. Everything. Apart from that alien feeling deep inside somewhere. Something is missing. The hollowness tells you to run away. Something is missing and you can’t find out what. Those crazy people? The madness? The adrenaline? Or something else.

Life doesn’t give you a perfect answer all the time. You know that none of these things is the reason. It’s that something else you don’t want to accept. And there is no way out. Except for, may be, stand in the rain. Close your eyes. Get completely drenched. Shout your lungs out. And just move on.

And when you open your eyes. You never know what might be there to greet you. A beautiful morning. A lovely sunshine. And what else? May be a match point for your own. May be…. Time to fire down an Ace.

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  1. “Move On”. Well, I don’t know the exact meaning of move on.. many people keep saying that.. All I know is.. No matter how many years pass by.. there would be one day that hits like a tornado that rips off that entire “new life style”, which has been understood as “Moved on”..
    Anyway.. sorry for that blabber.. good to see your post after such a long time.. Keep Writing!

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    • Well. You can never forget everything can you? The same as you described. Getting hit by it on a random day. Rather than being continuously thrashed by it day in and day out. May be that’s what they call Moving On.

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