Optimism, hope and positivity. I know, these are three different words with meaningful interconnections, but I see them as a single weapon to lead my life. Here, I am sharing my story, my journey towards the horizon of happiness.
In a place like railway station, you never feel alone, but I felt different. While waiting for Gandhidham-Nagarcoil Express that Friday at Ankaleswar railway station, I felt loneliness. Infinite thoughts rushed to my brain and overlapped my senses.
I wasn't happy with my job, even though it was really fit to my educational qualification- B.tech in Applied Electronics and Instrumentation. I found my tastes and skill sets were not compatible with my job. I tried to adjust until that day when the project manager smacked a bunch of foul words for no reason. Within an hour, I mailed the resignation letter and said bye.
All kinds of thoughts began to haunt me when the train to my homeland delayed for two hours. I thought about my future, but I couldn't see anything. I already know that getting job for a budding engineer is really tough. Majority of engineers passed out recently are still jobless. I regretted my quick and mad decision to resign the job by forgetting my incompatible tastes and skills intentionally.
I felt the 30 hours (of journey from Ankaleswar to Shoranur) as long as 30 days. After catching two buses, I arrived at home. I rang the calling bell. Sweat already made my shirt wet and my heart beats were at the maximum rate. I was guessing about the response from my parents about throwing away a job for silly reason.
It was my brother who opened the door. 'Rashidka is here!!" He screamed. He rushed to me and gave a tight hug. You know what, that sweet hug with true love took away all the heavy things lying in the heart. Then came mom and dad, their happiness to see me released my brain from rubbish thoughts. Reached home, sweet home. I was missing my home and moreover, missing my room. I felt my room is the safest and the most comfortable place in the universe.
To my surprise, my parents never questioned my decision to quit. I realized they are not worried about my career and future (entirely different scenario when I was studying). These things passed me more freedom, I recollected my passion and interests. Finally, I decided to carve out a career from my passion for writing. I shared my thoughts with parents and they given me a thumbs up (not a virtual one as in WhatsApp).
Today, I am a person brimming with optimism, hope and positivity. My home and family made me so. Yes, I have to climb more steps to stabilize my writing career. But now I am not that confused guy at the Ankaleswar railway station, I am hopeful, I am determined to become a better writer.
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