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June 29 The Missing ManHey friends, you must be wondering where I have disappeared suddenly.... Well, I got through Institute of management, Nirma University for MBA so shifted to Ahmedabad foer 2 years. Hostel life, hectic schedule, busy days, many friends, missing family, good days, bad days, happy hours, sad hours and a lot more.... Its been 10 days here and I am very excited and happy about the coming future... But it was not the same before.... a week before I was supposed to leave for ahmedabad, I was very "Confused" and I wrote things out of emotions... Here r some extracts from it.... There are so many questions, unanswered. I am trying to find answers to my very existence. I fought with my family members today. It was all against me alone. I don’t know if it was their fault or mine. The only point is that everybody is expecting a lot from me, everyone wants to spend time with me before I leave, and everyone wants to advice me, but what about me. When will they understand my perspective? I am not complaining, I have one of the most loving parents and a great sister, I know they desire my well-being when they say anything to me. But, why can’t they see things the way I see. I was taught that it’s good to have friends, and now suddenly, the rules have changed. Everyone thinks about themselves, and that’s not wrong. People should be concerned about their own self. But, why can’t they once put themselves in my shoes. I am going to a new place, where I will have no old friends, no family, no one of acquaintance; it is not easy for me. People keep on saying that they want to spend time with me before I leave, but they don’t realize that while doing so, they are constantly reminding me of my departure, departure from various relations which I have nurtured so far. People say that relations stay as they are, you can always get back to old friends, but I believe that if people who were friends, just friends, become OLD friends, then the whole relation becomes too formal. I know that I will achieve success at Nirma, but at what cost? Why is it that I am so irritated all the time nowadays. Why is it that my parents never see things from my perspective? There are times when they agree to things because I am adamant on my decision, but they do it out of compulsion, not out of understanding. There was no reason why they would get angry on me or scold me today. Atleast I did not find any reason. In the end, dad gets emotional and mom sheds tear, that’s the call of their victory. I cannot argue any further. I am not angry with them, I am angry with myself. I am frustrated and irritated from inside. I just want to leave to Ahmedabad now, not because I am angry with my parents or because I don’t want to be here, but because I cannot handle this “you are here for just one week” any more. Lets hope tomorrow’s sun brings me a bit more happiness, atleast a smile on my face. Good night.
Well, I was very different that day, and now, things are a lot clearer... Lets hope future has even better things for me... Comments (5)
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