En Route


The real inspiration I got to start blogging is from Deepak R. who was my senior in CET. He finished his B.Tech long before I made my plan to start one. What ever acquaintance I have had with him was enough to cherish for a life time though.
He used to be a teaching staff at Barton Hills TVM. During my third semester in the college he was the external in charge of the University lab Exam. As expected I didn't get any output and the viva was my last hope. I was praying for a miracle to happen, an emergency exit, to escape the only possible verdict.


Here comes the first question.
Mr D: How many back logs did you have in your first year??
(possibly making me aware that he won't hesitate )

Me: Three.

Mr D: What all ?

Me: Graphics, Civil and ..eh..

Mr D: And what ?

Me: And Electronics.

Mr D: Electronics !

That was because I was an electronics student. He would have hoped for a confrontation with an Electronics Geek but rather ended up with me. He wouldn't have expected such an act even from a commoner in Electronics(like me) .


As a matter of fact those were the only questions I could give correct answers. Even our Adoor Gopalakrishnan couldn't have made the situation more somber than the way it was then. One shouldn't have to be an expert to predict the verdict in my case. I knew one more log was added to my back even before the results were out.

After a few years, don't count much may be a year or so, I happened to read his blog and admired the way he had written it. At somepoint, in his blog, he wrote

" I joined as lecturer in NIT Calicut yesterday. Inside the administrative block , on the ground floor, there are two small fish ponds. Some big gold fish were swimming in one of them in company of an angel and a turtle. I was waiting there for some reason and my mindless eyes were on those gold fish for a long time. When my mind joined the eyes, it started a conversation with them.

Fish (to me): Which direction should we be swimming?

My mind (to me): Ahh, It's that same old Alice in Wonderland question



'Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?'
'That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,'
'I don't know where. . .'
'Then it doesn't matter which way you go,'


My mind (to me): Ohh, let me not be so philosophical. Let me try, if I can help those fishes. Think. Think.

think ...
think ...

My mind (to the fish): It doesn't matter which way you swim. What matters is that you have to swim."


This really inspired me. So friends If you don't have any destination in mind for your life, you don't have to bother thinking about the direction...Such a Cool Thought!!


Let me borrow his words to conclude



En Route

Comments

  1. ojhaApril 18, 2009 at 1:20 PM

    Eager to listen more to the murmurations of a heart which I am familiar with ...go on man

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