Hold up: Don’t give up !!
Its 4.21 PM, I am at the Airport, in an attempt to relieve myself temporarily from the monotony of corporate life & my hostel’s tasteless food. A small trip to the city where I was born, brought up & lived- Bhilai, from the city which has given me the strength & money to go back to my place- Delhi.
Delhi is India’s busiest airport with thousands of flights taking off in a single day, taking millions of people to their destination or to just a short escape. I could judge the basis clothes & size of luggage. Frantically moving from one end of Airport to other with an explorer’s eye & traveler’s stamina. Flipping the pages of books like the avid reader, trying the cloths like an extravagant shopper. Among flyers are some lazy asses with their faces glued to the phones or eyes shut with head on their partner’s shoulder, taking the sweetest nap possible. The cacophony of walking sound of passengers along with some snoring by sleeping ones provided me with more content to observe & subsequently write.
Flight after flight, more people started pouring in the waiting area with bags in their hands ready to board their flight. You might have observed a different rush in people’s mind clearly visible on their faces, a strange hurry to check in & to board the flight; at the contrast, I was at ease, constantly in coordination with my laptop screen & keyboard looking at the gigantic hall of Delhi Airport & its beauty.
Delhi is my favorite Airport, not just because of its infrastructure or facilities because it’s the airport from where I boarded my first ever flight. IGI always reminds me of that horrific experience I had during that flight. It takes me down to that embarrassing memory lane that I had faced that evening by leaving my laptop in my check-in luggage, which I had to take out after my name was announced.
I believe it’s usual to have such bad first experience of one or other things. I am pretty sure you might have faced the same during your first flight or your first date or your first job. Life is like a dick, sometimes it becomes hard for no reason, I guess it gives you time to sail through alone, let your figure go for some time just to give you feel of depth & understand the vulnerability.
God, I remember the day of Dussehra (festival in India) in my city, I used to frantically hold my father’s hand & the minute it goes off my fingers because of huge crowd, I use to feel frightened & all sweaty. A zillion thoughts would run my mind starting from losing my parents to getting kidnapped & transported to some African country, but in this millisecond while struggling through your breadth amidst though of that African country you will gain some mysterious strength that will make you confident & self-reliant, powerful & courageous. It’s just a matter of time, you need to catch that string thrown at you & propel yourself in the right direction (direction towards my father in this case), and eventually, success will knock on your door & will make you pleased.
I am not a strong believer of God, however, I believe in some power that is constantly beside you, whispering the correct option to choose at that point of time, sometimes the option appears to be incorrect in the short term but eventually feels right. When life will be pulling you down vehemently, at the brink of drowning a mysterious hand will appear to pull you up. (Not literally but figuratively).
Wish I could write more, but now she has started announcing “4 doors….In case of any emergency, fluorescent strips will guide you to nearest exit…..Turn off the electronic devices. “
Signing Off till next time & this one would be called Hold UP: Don’t Give UP..!!
Originally published at suryakantraycha.blogspot.com.
