Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Makhtoub..


"I don't want to to leave, I want my friends, my school, I belong here.. I feel at home, please let me stay." Fear of the unknown is not an acquired fear. We are not taught to be apprehensive of change, quite on the contrary, in fact. And yet the above refrain is the most repeated line of my life. I have moved from shore to shore, first it was dad looking for a better life and then it was the husband doing the same. I was told I had a mole under my feet and hence the nomadic life. Destiny wrapped up in a tiny mole at the bottom of my feet. Moved within the country and now beyond it. Have liked some places and adapted to others. Have made friends and let them go, have ended up building walls around me that are porous only to socialise, no more friendships please!! Packed up an entire household and put all the memories onto a cargo. Pots and pets have been left behind along with favourite corners and dear friends.

'Global citizens' is the term today. Stay connected - The World Wide Web has made that possible, distances are insignificant now. I am in touch with friends from my childhood, I know their life almost inside out and so do they. Pictures are exchanged, birthdays are wished with virtual cakes and balloons, even a tiny squabble within the family is shared and made light. Yes, Internet has definitely helped a lot. But it has not given me roots, its just made the traveling tolerable.

Quite a biased post am afraid, but that's my mood today!! Tomorrow will be a different day, a different mood, a different makhtoub..

11 comments:

suraj said...

I can very well relate with this post, I have always felt that people who have lived in a place for long are lucky - people like me have so many different memories of home - i guess its maktoub, to live as a sheep !

Babli said...

Wonderful..Even I have also undergone same experience as I have travelled a lot with my parents and now moving around with my hubby..I appreciate as you have expressed your feelings very nicely..Keep writing.

humanobserver said...

Nice presentation :)

रवीन्द्र दास said...

admiring efferts.i m fortunate to catch u.thank u.

Kishore choudhary said...

very well written

Internet has definitely helped a lot. But it has not given me roots, its just made the traveling tolerable.

अनिल कान्त : said...

हाँ कहीं न कहीं मैंने भी झेला है ये सब ...पिताजी का तबादला क्या होता ....हमारे एहसास का , हमारे बचपन का भी तबादला हो जाता ...घर बदले....लोग बदलते रहे ...हाथों में बस चन्द दोस्त सिमट कर रह गए .... पर आज के समय में थोडी ख़ुशी इस इन्टरनेट ने दी है ...वो भोले बिसरे लोग जब अकस्मात टकरा जाते हैं

Vijay Kumar Sappatti said...

Sujata ji ,

pahli baar aapke blog par aaya hoon , aapka ye lekh padhkar man bheeg gaya . bahut accha likhti hai , badhai sweekare karen ..

kabhi samay mile to mere poem blog par bhi aayiyenga .

dhanyawad


vijay
www.poemsofvijay.blogspot.com

Swati said...

It seems ... u expressed my feeling!!! Very nice ....

sujata said...

Thanks everybody, am sure we all go through this to some degree, I also know that some people enjoy moving on..but that's a different story. Thanks kishore, your writing is really superb, Hope to see more frequent posts though!Thanks Vijayji, for visiting my blog and encouraging me..will surely visit your blog. Thanks Anil and deepak for reading the post. and lots of love to babli and swati..my forever cheerleaders..great blogs both of you. Suraj sheep or crab..keep going!!

ARUNA said...

true Sujata.......even i had a similar experience, my dad was and is a central govt employee! So till i was 20yrs old, v kept on travelling all over the country every 2 yrs. By the time we settled in one place, i got married...and now also v r going places, but different countries for a change!!!

sujata said...

Aruna, thanks for sharing my views..also am trying unsuccesfully to comment on your blog..am so illiterate in this deptt, that God probably has to come down to teach me how to solve this..unless you change your comment settings and make them like mine..thanks dear!!