#12 How I am spending my vacations...

As the festival vacations have begun, half of the students have departed for their respective hometowns. The remaining half is using their time in sleeping, smoking and drinking. A few among them discovering new places to roam and a few are loitering to discover new places. Whereas I am spending my time with the same old friends and same old books of same old authors.

Though I got all the volumes of Swami Vivekananda to read, but it is quiet boring and full of knowledge, getting tough for my mind to digest. These volumes are now working as sleeping pills for me. I think it will take almost a year to go thoroughly from these volumes. 

I read these volumes all day long and when I get tired, I slap it down and read fiction to entertain myself. I try my best to avoid the outside world. I do not have friends who lament all day long for their career and future. Obviously, I do not want to kill my present thinking about my uncertain future. Whenever I step into outside world, I find competition, envy, anger, fear, fuming and fretting among people. These days a few new words — startup, entrepreneurs, CEO— are popular in the world around me. I mere think about these struggling areas. I found stories of Ruskin Bond and Khushwant Singh far better than the stories of Bill Gates, Steve Jobs and so on.

 For me struggle is nothing more than losing patience. “Do not push the things. If it meant to happen it will happen,” a quote I recalled I read somewhere. I do not write to become rich or popular. In fact, I write once a week or two. I love reading books and that is what I do whole day long.

I too have dreams. My dreams are not that complex as compare to dreams of people around me. I do not want luxurious cars or fancy bikes or palatial apartments. I write because I want freedom. When I write I can feel my soul attaining infinite happiness. Most people have forgotten doing the things what they love. But in my case, I’ve forgotten everything in doing what I love. A brief poem of R.L. Stevenson is apt to explain what I am dreaming now:

Give to me the life I love

Let the lave go by me,

Give the jolly heaven above

And the byway nigh me.

Bed in the bush with stars to see,

Bread I dip in the river-

There’s the life for a man like me,

There’s the life forever