I needed a break. I think it was around June this year when I floated the idea of catching a little action of the Mumbai monsoon. The plan stayed in planning hell for quite a while and then impulsively I booked, flew, had a lot of fun and now writing about it.
It was a promise made, a promise kept alive and a journey of sorts. The short vacation was more than just a pack and leave. It was me challenging a status quo sitting in a state of inertia. I’ve never been a maverick traveller. I decided to change the odds.
Oh it’s been a fantastic revelation of sorts. I knew I’d be meeting my friends. I didn’t see how deep our friendship had grown over the year. I’ll leave the details of the meets in a different blog. This one is not about the catching up with friends. This one is more about catching up with oneself. This is my second stint in Mumbai and there was a definite drastic difference in the tone and intensity of meeting the people.
I found myself engrossed and lost in in active conversations through the weekend. It felt like old timers catching up. Some new views, some old views, some new take on things around us, some old take on things around us. I’d probably call it an wholistic experience with respect to thoughts and exchange of thoughts.
It’s amazing the way we are. Unless we opt to push ourselves into motion, we are comforted by our inertia. Strangely, all of this came very naturally to all of us when we caught up this time around. It made me realize that there was more to an existence of routines and spreadsheets and deadlines. Much as we’d like to treasure the uniqueness of our lives, we all do lead a similar and a very well connected life. Nobody is an Island. We are exceptionally good at raising thick electric fences around us. We live in an impregnable fort of sorts. We defend what that is not us. In short, in the name of keeping ourself safe, secure, protected , we voluntarily cast ourselves into chains of a fortified prison.
The more I met my friends old and new, the more i realized that the world around me had not changed. The only change that I could see was in myself. I saw myself open up to be a careless ambassador for myself. I also saw myself measure my thoughts and represent things that were larger than I. In short, when I grew aware of the changes that I was , the world had changed around me. It recognized my change, it acknowledged it. It adapted to it. It’s a reflection of how we change and cope when we let ourselves change and cope up.
Yesterday evening was a revelation. So there we were in Oberoi Mall. A quick donut and coffee later, My friend and I got into a conversation about the mall. My experiences with malls and how I usually forget where I park my car or my inability to hone in on washrooms that are usually well concealed away from public. Malls are a labyrinth especially when it comes to that dash towards the washroom.
Through our conversation, One thing became clear. I’m a man of a million stories and each time I narrated them, they became more than just stories. It was my way of reliving the past, or bringing it back to life. The moment struck a sense of epiphany. One cant relive memories and make new ones simultaneously. For something to breathe a new life, something must retire. While it sounds philosophical, it’s a simple task of multi tasking and race around condition around resources. My mind was the resource and memories, both old and new were processes waiting to get executed. They were in a queue and they couldn’t be mutually exclusive as they were both waiting for a little attention time on my mind.
The moment hit me hard. Did I want to continue reliving, or did I choose to make new ones? I didn’t have an answer last evening. This morning I sure do. I’d rather make new memories and remember them later as cherished one rather than pull out cherished ones and deny myself an opportunity in making new ones.
Our careers, our choices as professionals, they all boil back to the same thing. Do we want to live the glory days of the past, or do we want to take new challenges and see the rise of new days of glory through our sweat, hard work and persistence ?