IT.....             


                               'To b secure on d land, one must b supreme at d sea'- wen I was waiting for psychological test, i read it and , my mind began to work rapidly.India , being  a peninsular region, has to b secure. Yeah...I knew it already.But was I so much interested in securing d land???May b no..Or perhaps , yes..For I have  missed my farewell and last year arts fest for this selection..SSB was not my dream.I knew it by heart..But there was this urge, hard to explain kinda thing , that held me there like  a prisoner wen I cud have  had so much fun in my place."Chest num:10, what r u looking at? Listen to what I say"..I heard the instructor  shouting at me..For all those days, I have never given ears to the instructor..I was trapped inside a question,
  " Y am I here?"
But when students queued up with wild enthusiasm that was unsettling, i had made an answer.
I was on a run.
Everybody wants to run.At some point in life, everybody thinks about walking away.Life's always better on the beach or in the mountains.  Problems can be left behind.It's inbred in us.We're the products of immigrants who left miserable conditions and came in search of a better life. And yet, I was there, to experience something, hoping for a miracle that could transform me to a supernatural being. I had my interview the very next day.
He asked, "What was ur dream as a child? "
I responded, this time totally honest-"As a child, I wanted to be a film actor."
He continued-"And now? "
I answered without hesitation-"Now i am in the process of discovery."
He was amused-"Then why ssb?"
I replied-"I wanted to say the truth atleast in one interview.I don't wanna bluff and get a job.Thank you sir for giving me this opportunity to speak the truth"

He was baffled.My interview was over by a span of 20-30 minutes when others had it for almost one hour. I was rejected for such a blatant response, as well.But I can say, with no doubt that, this was the best interview in my life.And, the best days i can never forget.A figment of me will always cherish , thinking of my friends there..All from India, from diverse cultures..With different views, but with same aim-NAVY..Though I was an odd one with a very different aim,  this team taught me  a unified truth that i knew deep in my heart...The truth I refused to accept. That Life on the run was life in the past.There was no closure to it..But i was ready to close that , then.After my five days in the ssb, i was freely riding a bicycle inside IISc..A poem suddenly broke out from nowhere-

" One fine morning, I woke up , searching for 'it'..

I asked my friends

I searched in my family

I didn't know'its' name

I didn't know 'its' form

I thought 'it' could come from fantasies

And started searching new shores

But one day I found 'it'

'It' had no name, no form

'It' was music to d soul, dance to d body

By then, I had started missing 'it'

'It' was me and I embraced 'it' with open heart"


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