That Ahhh Feeling!!!!!!!!!

Jahan Tere Pairon Ke Kawal Gira Karte Thay…

Hanse To Do Gaalon Mein Bhanvar Pada Karte Thay…

Chhod Aaye hai hum Wo Galiyaan…

Chhod Aaye hai hum Wo Galiyaan…

The song woke me up.Ever wonder every song has some story associated with it and sometimes the beautiful words of songs defines your current situation. Its 11:00 PM. I was in bus leaving for my “karma –bhoomi, Pune.” The song made a hullabaloo in my mind. It left with a different feeling. Something I’ll call as “That Ahhh Feeling.”

It is something especially for vagabond people like us, who usually study at one place but their ambitions, jobs and careers take them to a different big and settled place. I still remember the time when my younger brother came to drop me, when for the first time I was leaving home for higher studies. Although, Indore is just some 200 kms and a maximum 4 hour drive from my home but I still remember the look in his eyes, since I was late in catching the bus so all he could manage to do was just wave his hand to say Good-Bye Bro. I still remember his eyes telling me that whatsoever the case is I am gonna miss you so much bro.

That gaze left me with “that Ahhh feeling” in my heart. That 4 hour journey I was feeling more like I am a bride who is leaving her home to settle her life in a new city with her husband. The only thing that was different that day was I was not crying since somehow that egoistic manly creature in me was not letting me cry and also, there was a bunch of beautiful ladies hanging around at the back of my seat. So, I have to control myself. Anyways my respect to women that day had increased a little more.

It is almost seven months I’ve been to home and to be honest I was not missing going home. There were some two-three opportunities but I discarded them. But, my room-mate of Indore was getting married and so with heavy heart I decided to book my ticket and this time my luck didn’t favored me with TATKAL ticket. So, finally I have to board the bus.

I still remember my Post Graduation days where I used to be the one of the most “happy” and “vella- launda” of my college. The reason I am writing “one of the” is because yes there were some others too. And, now this is the time where I am bonded in this so called “Professionalism” where I am not allowed to chew food with open mouth, where I cannot wear my tore and funky denims and slippers, where I cannot laugh out loud aka lolz and cannot speak loud since others feel disturbed or in other words they woke up from their sleep.

It is really hurting when I see with so much of emotional burden and lots of dreams, people from different cities come to their “karma-bhoomi” and some political leaders say you cannot work here since you don’t belong to this state. Yes, I don’t but I do belong to the country which contains this state. This is my irony that I have to come to this place because my place does not have sufficient jobs and the company has given me joining in this state.

Ever wonder when you are at your place or when you reach your hometown even some years after “nothing changes”. You have got that good feeling in your heart. Everything is slow and steady in comparison to your work place. You sometimes feel to resign and come back to this place again but at that very moment the other you in you shakes you and makes you realizes your dreams, your promotions that is just a month away, the 2BHK flat you are about to purchase and your friends who are also out. The handsome salary you are receiving and the easy availability of everything cools you down.

Although, many of you might not agree with me but some of you will. The reason I don’t like to go to my place is BECAUSE it took atleast a week for me to settle down back again to the fast and furious life of here since everything there is very slow, cool and steady with low income possibilities and vice versa is the case here, everything is fast and furious here with higher earning possibilities. Also, it is really tough to convince parents and ask them to come with us. All we got to here is yes we can come with you for a week but not more than that. We are born here, the life is smooth here and we like to live here till the end.

Sometimes, by looking at school kids playing in ground no matter it is raining or tremendous heat make me think why I grew up?

Such things make you realize life is too short and it is a matter of fact that you have to accept it and the thing which motivates me maximum is the beautiful lines of another beautiful song:  

Yunhi chala, chal raahi, Yunhi chala, chal raahi,
Kitni haseen hai ye duniya
Phool saare jamele, dekh phoolon ke mele
Badi rangeen hai duniya...