An unknown city an unknown world, new faces staring at you everywhere, just the safety of your one room accomadation and only your bed and the pillow with the pillow cover made by mom your only comfort....Wondering what am I trying to say? Well thats how eaxctly people feel when they are dying every day lonely deaths at a distant city away from home chasing a dream...Not always the dream comes true but many also burst like the bubbles we used to blow out as a child...
So many aspirations, many more expectations to live upto of those who have given their everything to make sure you reach here to chase your dreams..You too are prepared to fight the battle but soon a thought ponders-were we not better off in our small town lives? May be the moolhas we would have taken back home would have been less and insignificant but at the same time would'nt it have given a good nights sleep...
We get up every day not to live the day but yes more to survive it. Jostling for our space amongst the millions of unknown faces, some look friendly others dont even bother your existence. We try hard to call some acquintences our friend just to prove that we too know people in the mad mad city..Some turn out to be just oppurtunistic being your friend more so for what your designation is or how good your lifestyle is...But even then you will find the odd one who cares for you, becomes your admirer at the same time your worst critic, your guide and philosopher at the same time also confides their deepest secrets with you.I have been lucky to have met someone exactly like what I just described.This kind of a relation that you encounter in an unknown place with a person whom you never knew-you just cant give a name to it.You find glimpses of every human relation in such person..caring as a mom, loving as a soulmate, critic as a friend to name a few...
Others treat you as if you have been banished from some other planet to lead the rest of your life in earth...Families in the neighbourhood think you are the biggest threat to all members of the fairer sex in their household..the landlord invariably has the impression that you always have a wild weekend night although nothing beyond a bottle of beer and few drags of ciggrette was your only companion.The maid shows that you are at her mercy to get your sweaty wardrobe washed and the distant relative finds your one room accomadation nothing less than a suite of the Taj whenever on a visit just to save the hotel bills...
This goes on year after year and the only respite that this lonely heart gets, when the annual homeward journey is undertaken.Days are counted right from the day when the flight ticket gets booked, shopping spree happens almost every weekend prior to the visit and sometimes when the mind is tipsy after few bottles of beer a rebel takes birth inside pledging not to come back ever and do whatever possible to stay back home and lead a happy life...
The next morning is a monday morning all the previous nights hangover quickly disappears over a steaming cup of tea and in half an hours time you get ready again to fight the battle for existence and mental bliss!!!
Welcome to the life of a career pursuing social recluse!!!
Food for thought!
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