Sitting beneath the tree, a cool breeze coming from South-west, “Ajeeb Dastan Hai

Ye” Song playing in a loudspeaker beside me and a mug of chai in my right side.
The cool breeze and the soul soothing sound of Lata Mangeshkar is driving me into
the scattered memories of my past. First, it took me to all those moments where I
stood up and took my decisions, it seems like a spider stuck in his own web,
Sparrow fainted in a house made by her, a man who went to enjoy at a sea and
drowned, a scatter who kicked a bucket while scatting, a paraglider who demised
while paragliding. Second, they led me to the time when I joined the University. It
seemed yesterday I joined the university and now I’m in the final year of it, literally
it made me cry. I still remember taking off from coach it was 2 AM, the afraid, timid,
a guy who never left home before that was going to leave his home may be forever
(I believe when we first time go out to study i-e left home then that’s the last time
its home after that we are the guests just coming for few days or months and then
again back to our destiny…). Again, continuing from the point where we left,
standing in front of Central Library in black clothes full of dust, a beardless guy
crying internally, looking at people he never knew or saw before, the environment
he never had seen. A guy suppressed by society, its people, its standards and its
principles. A guy worried about his future whether he’ll pass or not, how will he face
the society, the people mostly those who believe in him, he hopes from him and
those for whom he is everything. First semester drawing subject, listening word
drawing for the first time (PS: I studied from government school, so I didn’t know
what drawing was) and using words of abuse for “3-idiots” movie cursing Rancho
Chanchar, other actors, directors and mostly the author of it because they didn’t tell
in whole the movie about drawing. Sir Hafeez the teacher; always pressurizing and
screaming at students, the little me neophyte, scared, lost, crying, overthinking
about quitting, giving up but one face always coming Infront of me, the face of; my
most beloved, my universe, my soul, my heart and my everything “BABA” keeping
me motivated, inspired, persistent and steadfast to do more and more. I gave the
mid exam of drawing, called baba and told him that I would fail in this exam, the
response that he gave me still echoes and will echo in my ears for my whole life, he
said “Failure is a symbol and admiration (Shaan) of an engineer, fail again, fail
better, keep trying till you are complacent.” I have never listened to any
motivational speakers, maybe I have never needed them. Back again where we
were, so the result came and I got B+ in drawing (I’m still thankful to Allah for that)
and got third position in first semester, I was taken aback after looking at results.
So, the journey continued and alhamdullilah all went well. I know during this time
you are going to suffer a lot, even the suffer word will look comfortable; you’re
going to leave house, meeting new people, making your own independent
decisions, choosing yourself between what is right and what is wrong, handling the
situations, cleaning the mess made by you and many more. There is not going to be
your father to stand for you, your mother to take care of you, your siblings to
support you and your elders to be there in your ups and downs. You have to do
everything yourself, you are going to learn how to cry alone and laugh in a horde of
friends. There is going to be a time when your life will be at the sixes and sevens,
you’ll feel devastated, anxious as if you had lost. You’ll not be able to tell the most
closet persons to you and even to your family. This is the stage where you’re going
to learn, to love, to lose, to suffer, to rebuild, to be vigorous, to stand, to fall and
most importantly to rise from where you fell. It’s common saying that “Every person
carries a different person inside him.” You are going to watch and notice that deeply.
Third, a song changed, so my mood, MUET has given me a lot whatever I had
learned here couldn’t be expressed in words. I’m still here for one semester but it is
horrifying and torturing to think of leaving it. I still remember when I joined the
Mechanical Engineering department, I said, I’m never going to miss university, there
is nothing worth to remember (May be because there were no girls in our class) and
MK said pin it point you’ll cry for it and now I’m really crying. University has given
me everything most importantly my brothers, the amazing, spectacular, mind
boggling, breath taking and handsome (PS: I had never a girl so sad but not that
much…) friends who not only just said but stood with me in my topsy-turvy
moments. Those who made this journey worth remembering. I always thought the
life without a girl in university will be useless and that’s what the most Mechanical
engineers believe but “All that’s heard is not true.” I remembered a dialogue from
the Mirzapur when Kaleen bhaiya advised to Munna “Girls are something but not
everything.” Whatever you do, always remember that never cross your limits, be in
your boundaries, always live between lines. “Jin pe chalke manzil milni assan ho,
aese raste tu chunta hai kahaan” a line came up in a song, so the words of baba
(Baba is so close to me all the letters in the world, all the words, all the sentences
that exist, all the encyclopedia’s even can’t define his importance and role in my
life now and hereafter) he said to me while we were travelling “Always take risks,
either you’ll get it or not but at least you’ll never regret in life.” So that’s what I did.
Fourth, “Mana k Mushkill hai mgr sun a musafir” a song is playing, and it is taking
me in past, looking at past, life seems too small, it passed so quickly, from making
some fun of it to worrying about it, it has passed too fast. From being the kids
unaware of anything to being mature worrying about everything; future, career,
goals and family life has been a little unfair.
On the one end, I am remembering a line Irrfan khan said in movie “The Life of Pie”
that “I suppose in the end, the whole of life becomes an act of letting go, but what
always hurts the most is not taking a moment to say goodbye.” On other hand, I am
also remembering the lines by Shahrukh Khan from movie “Om Shanti Om” that are
originally from the book “Alchemist” by Paulo Coelho that “And, when you want
something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it.”
SRK said like our movies in the end everything becomes perfect, if not “If it is not
then that is not the end. Picture Abhi Baqi Hai Mere Dost.” Every end is the new
beginning. I remembered the proverb “Fall seven times, stand up eight.” As said by
Samuel Beckett's Mantra. “Try Again. Fail Again. Fail Better.” Failure is the key to
success. Once you fail, you realize your real position where you are standing. It is
common saying that “Success has many fathers, but failure is an orphan.” During
your failure period, you’ll notice the behavior of people around you. Those who
heard your pains, sorrows and griefs has a full right to not only celebrate but dance
at your success. Your Success is not only yours, it is the success of all those who
supported and stood with you during all the time. It’s the success of the character
who endured pains and took pains to reach his destiny. Live the life, the way you
want, enjoy yourself. It is what we have got once but never forget your purpose for
being where are you, what are you doing, your motive and most importantly your
aim. Try to avoid negative, pessimist and those people who hurt you. You are
important to yourself, your family and those who love you, your existence matter
for the many people, remember it. Give time to yourself; to appreciate all the
bottlenecks you faced, all the challenges you took over and all the good you did.
In the end, may everyone get whatever he wants, yearns and craves in this life and
after too. If one is not getting that he wants, should never worry about it. Life is
more than that. As Concurrently said If you aren’t getting than that is not just the
end “Picture Abhi Baqi Hai Mere Dost…”
In reality no end exists, every end is the new
beginning……………………………………………………………