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The New Me

...............and I go on
I have often been writing about life of Doha but fear to crib at the  tampered thought about missing the India life. Missing home. Friday to  friday [weekly off being friday here-Jumma ka din] just swings in it's own pace and leaves us with the flying dates on the calender. Time management is tough balancing act and my mind still haunts with the new me today. 
I am at the threshold of a new career and change has been one constant factor in it. I have worked in varied fields in the past decade. Now different from my profession is a rekindled passion that  is bubbling withing me. The new writer in me is active round the clock and I feel like a childish excitement in the new endeavour of mine. My best pal tells she remembers me scribbling small poems even in childhood. Shes a big inspiration to me in continuing my writing.
I care to rediscover myself everyday is what I care to self proclaim too and as I do so I also bother to instill in me the fact that every dream has its tale. Reveries are reveries. The dream that you cherish with eyes open are yours alone and why let go..........
In my school days as my dad, with much love would buy me those diaries that I much wanted to write my poems and stories, I have to confess I did dream one day I will write on my own. Yet the much loved but less grounded hobby was stamped on and curbed into rolls of guilt buried deep inside me for the very fact that the entire social system around me pointed stubbornly at the Institute  that taught technology. Those which kindled the children with 98% marks in sceience, like me. So it is yet another confession of my choosing a field that was so different from the dream that I never thought I would ever tackle.
Why did I choose not to write? Inspite of once blurting it out aloud in class 11 too, only to be hushed down by my mentor and role model then, my Physics professor who silenced and locked my other thoughts in the science books that I grew up with for the next 6 years, and placed the keys away.
So I know why I chose not to write then, after all.
Much later perhaps after over a decade, one evening I just happened to accumulate some structured thoughts in my mind and cared to compose this post in my mind "Cycle and the Chicken"[Read it here if you have not yet read] which became my first post and my favourite till date too, on my own blog soon. I myself lay bewildered at the irony of how I still cherished writing yet had not let it happen.  Thus began the journey of Sushma's Page. A venture from gags to a new saga. The new me was born to overcome the agony of inhibiting the nostalgia attacks that erupted from the memoirs of the life and time spent in India.
The decipline of being grounded to things, the entire lot of patience that I have recently instilled in me is all one of the few compliments I owe to my own writing.
The thoughst that I download in writing is the ease of mind, a state that I enjoy in my hectic schedule now.
Yes indeed I love writing and with so many lovely people reading them I am yet more concious not to disappoint anybody.

source:http://juiscastle.blogspot.com

Let life seem like a melting candle with diminishing time
Why bother?
Let me look at the light that always stays bright till the end..........
Cheers,
Sush

Comments

  1. this is very nice so pure, cent% true happens to many.. keep it up all the best.. dont bother about time.

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    1. Hi, Your lovely comment so welcome. Really means a lot to me. Do sign off your name if you are not able to leave a google id or url. Thanks again for efforts to comment within on time of my posting.cheers.

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  2. Great one Sush and I hope we become more consicous to encourage careers other than engineers and doctors in the next gen.....its easier said than done :)

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    1. Deepa: You sure have a point there and your comment means a lot to me. And yes, confessing is line sipping poison. Yet sooner the better.Thanks.

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  3. All life is an experiment. The more experiments you make the better.

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  4. Live life like you rule it.. Be carefree.. Hold no regrets.. Best way to lead.. :)
    What you did in the past, should not affect your present. You are a new person today.. Lead YOUR life, make YOURSELF happy..! Loved the post.. :)

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    1. Sahana- A school friend of mine used to tell life is a picnic!! lol
      You are right- freedom to live has to be justified and utilized fullest.

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  5. You surely din't disappoint anyone :)

    Nice read :)

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  8. One can do things at any age as long as one has a will to do:) Lovely post Sushma:)

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    1. True RahulJi- I am always inspired by your comments.

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  9. Amazing the visit was worth…
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  10. As you said being grounded and balanced is very important in your life.
    It helps one handle success and failure alike.
    Anyway,I wish you best of luck in your new career and perhaps it may make less homesick :)
    Following ur writings from now on.

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    1. Hey Zach- thank you very much and welcome to my world.

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  11. Let life seem like a melting candle with diminishing time
    Why bother?
    Let me look at the light that always stays bright till the end..........

    Stands in your post and speaks :)
    There is nothing called delayed or late in life :)
    Good luck ahead.. WISHES :D

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    1. and there speaks deepak- thanks dear for your wishes and lovely comments.

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  12. Lovely! I can completely relate to your post! Following dreams that used to be close to our heart, fade behind the daily chaos! To pick them up again and follow with determination is a beautiful felling! Great read!

    My world, my thoughts, my musings...

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    1. @ Upasana: Sure will do.Thanks for visiting.

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  13. First of all, Beautiful quote:)
    Secondly, I think our careers can change at any point of time...even if was a well thought one(just as in my case:))...I totatlly agree with Upasana...feel just the same.
    Best Wishes Dear:))

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  14. Deepa- somewhere you are right- but building up the castle takes time and I get mixed feelings upon ruining the already built up one! thanks dear for your lovely words.

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  16. Beautiful and felt at home reading your thoughts.All of us moving constantly in the timesphere, rushing through things,procastinating,and then one fine day pick up our hobby/passion from where we left it miles and ages back and wonder what kept us from this visit...was it meant to be or did we delay it..and then sometimes wonder would i be writing what i write now had i not put the pen down for some time...

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  17. Beautifully written.
    Looking forward to your writing.

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    1. Mr.Karve thanks so much for you visit and words. Means lot for me.

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  18. If one keeps dreaming, one day or the other it comes true. And that is what has happened.....your long cherished dream of writing has come true.

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  19. That's the kind of light I want to look at too.

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    1. Hazel- Making the life sweeter and beautiful each day:-)

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