Please don't get surprised to see the title of this post. Though Nityananda is arrested now, I am not going to step into his shoes. :-) Jokes apart, I would like to describe one of my personal experiences which has changed the approach towards life.
Many times I wondered about the purpose of our lives. We are born and brought up by parents, got formal education, do jobs, get married and again we reproduce kids to carry our clan forward. During the process, we cross many hurdles at every stage of our life which may transform us to a different human being under various situations.
After spending 18 years in the shadow of parents, I entered into the real world during my engineering days. Though we tend to think philosophically in childhood, the real thought process starts at the time when we face people and come across difficulties. As every other student in the college, I too felt that I became independent and I can write my own fate. Thanks to the college atmosphere for inducing such a daring blood during the initial days.The first 1.5 years were melted while understanding the basic structure of the college and its influence. In between, our friends used to have deep discussions on wide variety of topics ranging from politics,show biz, sports etc. (Only highly influential platforms in the society). We had over confidence upon ourselves that we may become another Bill Gates or Ratan Tata after passing out from the college.
It was during my 2nd year in college, when I was attracted to Marijuana along with a group of friends. Slowly we were addicted to that. In those times, I worked as a mess secretary in the hostel and had irritating altercations with some people. At the same time I got failed in couple of papers and was totally pissed off with myself. On top of all of these, it was scorching summer at that time. Then I decided to distant myself from all these activities and started thinking about myself. I was appreciated for my studies and behaviour during my school days. After that point my career took a roller coaster ride.So I started analyzing the engineering days till then. The only answer I found was that, I got carried away with the glitter of the college arena and had chosen the path which only a few students take. Finally I framed up my mind for a vacation to home.
When I was travelling back home, thousands of things were running in my mind and I was so confused that I could feel hyper tension throughout the journey. I reached home at midnight, my parents were eagerly waiting for me. My mother prepared my favourite food and I jumped on to the plate and wanted to eat the whole plate at once. I ate little then I felt hyper tensive and couldn't swallow anymore.I left it and went to bed, and couldn't sleep the whole night. The next day morning I told my parents that I am completely disturbed and wanted to see a doctor. Then the doctor gave me Trika 50mg (Sleeping Pills) and asked me to use them for a month. I had no clue what those tablets are meant for. After using for a week, I felt good and came to know that they were seductive pills.As soon as I heard the word seductive I stopped using them. After spending 15 quality days with my parents I left for Vizag where my brother Kiran is doing his engineering.
Again train journeywith the same thoughts. I was standing at the door from Ongole to Vijayawada (3 hrs ) and looking at the outside world. When the train was travelling on the Krishna river bridge, I suddenly felt like jumping out of the train as I couldn't tolerate the summer heat and the heat inside myself.But luckily I didn't do that.Then the train reached Vijayawada and I got down from the train for sometime and was walking in and around the platform.There I met this lady who influenced and made me to come out of the crisis.
She was a beggar and was a quadruple Amputee (who has no legs and hands). She was trying to get down from one compartment. I went close to that compartment and started observing her. She got down from the train and dropped a banana from her under arm. She slowly reached the banana with her legs and started peeling it off with her legs (half) then she bent her head forward and grabbed the banana with her mouth and started eating with the support of two hands over the shoulder.After looking at her, my eyes were moist with tears. With a lightening speed, I felt very happy about myself at that moment.I still repent that I couldn't take a photograph of her. As I don't have a mobile and camera in 2001, I couldn't keep the image of a person who has put enormous confidence in me.
Then after reaching Vizag, I enjoyed with my brother in Andhra University hostel, at the local beaches, movie theaters and restaurants. Finally after spending 1 month in AP, I left for Durgapur with a completely changed mindset. Thanks to that lady in Vijayawada !
Everyday we complain about the lack of facilities, opportunities, money,recognition blah blah..Did you realize what could be the purpose of that begging lady's life? Even though she is physically challenged and have no work to do, she still makes her livelihood by begging in the trains and leading the life.To me she is the most successful woman than any other woman biggies like Indra Nooyi or Chanda Kochhar. Similarly, I feel that we can claim as successful when we live life to the fullest and fulfill our responsibilities. In that manner every parent who take care of their children and show them the path to lead life can be called successful. We need not be an Einstein, Warren Buffet or Leonardo to be called as a successful person . If we live life with our own terms and conditions and are happy with what we are doing, then it can suffice the purpose of living.
Finally I would like to say one word that whatever be the situation, we got to lead the life crossing every obstacle and keep up the Spirit of our Life.
Disclaimer
The views and opinions made are at author's own discretion. The narration contains only real life incidents without any fiction.