Ever had a deja vu?
I get a lot of these when I am being nostalgic.. and it's a long summer Sunday in the month of may and as I look across my French class windows and the Flamboyant tree is glowing as if on fire with its red and yellow flowers. And it takes me back to the time when I was 18 and preparing to give my 12th class exam. When I was kind of wondering what was going to happen with me once the results come out while watching the hundreds of Flamboyant trees flapping their red flowers in the hot air.
And seeing back at that period of my life it just doesn't make any sense so far. As if none of what we think of ourselves in moment of doubt matters. And no matter how deep you are in your deep despair it just always ends up being an unimportant issue.
I recite the vowels and repeat the French words and find myself getting happy with each moment passing that I have reached this far. And it gives me hope as if I can come up to here then I should root for my France dream more often.
Because then it will indeed be my most important wish to fulfill..
I see so many people around me, in office or on roads. Waiting patiently in the road full of traffic and waiting for parking place to get open so they can park and go into the shimmering malls to get things for which they toiled their days after days. And come back to their two digit lakhs or one digit millions homes with tv taking half the space in hall and fridge overflowing with unending supply of goods. Passing days after days in the cycle of Monday blues and weekend hangovers and it just makes me sad. Sad to see myself doing the same thing. I hopelessly wait for the lazy weekend and then again go to spotless clean offices with feel of fake refreshing air.
Apart from that I love my work. I feel like I am doing something right to fix something by playing small part in a huge cycle. . But it still doesn't seem enough. I guess I am just trying to get over this feeling of wasting away each moment with these 4 hours a week to recharge myself. Hopefully it will turn into something better.
Merci!
P.S : It had been hell of a summer.. Eagerly waiting for the rain this year
:)
I get a lot of these when I am being nostalgic.. and it's a long summer Sunday in the month of may and as I look across my French class windows and the Flamboyant tree is glowing as if on fire with its red and yellow flowers. And it takes me back to the time when I was 18 and preparing to give my 12th class exam. When I was kind of wondering what was going to happen with me once the results come out while watching the hundreds of Flamboyant trees flapping their red flowers in the hot air.
And seeing back at that period of my life it just doesn't make any sense so far. As if none of what we think of ourselves in moment of doubt matters. And no matter how deep you are in your deep despair it just always ends up being an unimportant issue.
I recite the vowels and repeat the French words and find myself getting happy with each moment passing that I have reached this far. And it gives me hope as if I can come up to here then I should root for my France dream more often.
Because then it will indeed be my most important wish to fulfill..
I see so many people around me, in office or on roads. Waiting patiently in the road full of traffic and waiting for parking place to get open so they can park and go into the shimmering malls to get things for which they toiled their days after days. And come back to their two digit lakhs or one digit millions homes with tv taking half the space in hall and fridge overflowing with unending supply of goods. Passing days after days in the cycle of Monday blues and weekend hangovers and it just makes me sad. Sad to see myself doing the same thing. I hopelessly wait for the lazy weekend and then again go to spotless clean offices with feel of fake refreshing air.
Apart from that I love my work. I feel like I am doing something right to fix something by playing small part in a huge cycle. . But it still doesn't seem enough. I guess I am just trying to get over this feeling of wasting away each moment with these 4 hours a week to recharge myself. Hopefully it will turn into something better.
Merci!
P.S : It had been hell of a summer.. Eagerly waiting for the rain this year
:)
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