Yesterday my husband told me that it’s been quite sometime that
he’s been contemplating on shifting his career to organic farming. Buy some
land in some quieter corner of the earth and settle down. Wow! From open source
software to organic farming (sure some chemistry between ma hub and O).
How would that be – he tilling his organic farm and I
calling out from afar ‘aji sunte hooooo’ with an aluminum lunch dabba in hand. Whatever
it is, I will welcome the change whenever it happens. I love quietness. I adore
sleepy, lazy places and life. Blame it to my small town background.
Come to think of it, life is such a circle – we always come
back to where we started. Or at least see the possibility of it happening. I
was born in a very very small town in Assam. Shifted to Delhi to study in a big
college. All the glitz and glamour struck my eyes. I was fascinated by the big
city rush.
As I completed my college and started working I got used to
this rush, glitz and glamour. By the time I shifted to Bangalore I learnt how
to live with it. And today as life is settling down (to no more major changes),
as I close in to a decade of working – I don’t like this hustle bustle any
more. I want to get back to that quietness I was born in. I would love it if my
husband’s latest plan materializes. It really comes as a hope, hope that I need
not keep running aimlessly forever. Hope that one day this morning rush will
slow down. One day I will no longer have to take those irritating honking of
cars behind mine. One day I will be away from those plastic smiles and be amidst
people who laugh.
My connections on FB keep uploading their glamorous
whereabouts. No offence to anyone. But I never check any of those uploads but
for the ones taken at their natural bests. I know no one cares whether a petty
soul as me checks their updates or not. It’s not about them but really about me
and how over the years I have changed and again transitioning back to what I
used to be. I remember my initial days of social networking – those Orkut days.
All my leisure time would be occupied checking out what’s up with my friends.
And if it’s some outa country glam pic I would check and recheck that one. It’s
all changed now. Imperfect, random, candid photos look so appealing.
Human mind – strange bunch of wires. But yes you slowly get
back to where you started. I am feeling it. Probably that’s called ageing.
