There was a time I dreamed of an expensive royal car, a posh large comfortable house and all such imaginable luxuries. That was the time I used to think all those were the things men worked and lived for. An important part of the meaning of success for me was to be able to afford the best and the most expensive.
These days I wake up in the bathroom. I mean I sleep on the bed but the moment I wake up, even before I open my eyes, I am in the bathroom, fishing for my brush with one hand, fishing for the geyser's switch with the other and at the same time trying to protect my eyes from the early morning glare. There are times you find yourself brushing your teeth sitting on the pot. Needless to say I do all this because there isn't enough time to do this all at their own pace. I wake up at 8.30 and I have to be in the office by 9.15!
I believe and consider myself to be one of the privileged few in this world because I love my work. In fact, at times, I feel sad at the end of the day because I have to quit something really interesting I am doing and return home and I badly wish, may be I could get to the bottom of this before returning. But I can't, the peon has to shut the office :(
It is on my walk home that I have the time to look at and admire the beauty of things around me. To feel the evening breeze on my face and the twinkle of glowing golden lights in my eyes. This walk are the most cherished few minutes of my day and though I want to reach home soon, I want this walk to last as long as I can make it last and so, I drag my feet and enjoy every moment of it. Trust me, this is the time of the day when I pity people who ride cars. Poor rich people, they can never enjoy this walk.
Couples are sitting, cuddling each other. I love to see the expression on their face. How happy they look, satisfied just to be with each other. I wonder how cute and treasure-some these moments they spend with each other must be and smile at my thought. Sometimes in these couples or outside one of the 5 star restaurants I spot a made up damsel. For a moment I become jealous of her possessor and wonder whether I will also possess someone like her someday. But its only for a moment because the next moment I wonder whether spending the most treasured few minutes of my evening with a woman I hardly know in an expensive restaurant just because she is beautiful, worth it? Is that dinner, no matter how expensive, going to have the taste of the dinner my mom has made at home and is waiting to eat with me? That dinner with my mom are the only 15 odd minutes I get to spend with her, I don't think I would trade them for this.
And with these and similar thoughts, with a satisfaction of having done something worthwhile with my day I return home tired, just to spend those 15 minutes with my mom before I go sleep. Its only an internship and I am not even getting paid right now, but please answer my question, what else is success?
