Most of the times in our lives, the totally unexpected happens. Before you even realize anything would happen, it’s a matter of the past. History records it before you even realize. One major thing I learned from the past few days, I have lived here is, networking is the core essential of your being. It defines a person & also the kind of contacts he can produce. Right from the Mario puzo’s to the George Bush’s days, for men, it’s always Power which gives more solitary beam of light than anything else in this fraternity. That power I guess can be achieved through the kind of contacts he has. I was pushed to such an extent last week. That was the reason why sambhar disappeared out of the blogosphere.
Sambhar’s journey to Sydney has significantly revolved around with lots of things happening to him in the last few days. It looks from far that this is an inspiring, educating, maturing & coming-of-age stage in life. May be the outlook to things from outer point of view may differ, but Sambhar knows what he is going through. It’s the usual "blah-blah" stuff which every man goes through. But this seems a little too early since Sambhar is just starting his maleness journey, as an adult in an outer world. He doesn’t reckon that it is too early, but instead what he reckons is that he will be a “Complete man” soon, like the Raymond’s marketing campaign states.
Independence is the key word here. Individuality is another term which can be used. I have met more than two hundred people so far in Sydney, but none is same as the other. May be the same faces but it tells different stories. No one is similar to that of another. You have no companions or anyone who does the same activities as another. There can literally be no classmate to anyone. Maybe at the maximum someone can proclaim himself to be attending the same lectures as of another dude or chick, that’s it.
The shops close here closeby as early as six in the evening. With Australia by itself having such low per square km population, with more lizards inhabbiting per square km than people, this looks wired. It feels sometimes like the houses are built for the purpose of their won. No one inhabits in that. So when I come back from my evening classes the houses give me a big stare & say “Hey you, what the hell you are walking around at this time of the day for? Go, get drunk, party, sleep, have fun”. But this is not why I am here for, am I? Maybe for the last one but certainly not for the former ones. (Ok, I sleep 8 hours a day!).
Why the hell god made me different? Am I supposed to be made this way? Is this the way I grew myself? Why? What made the difference to the normal 21 year old, who runs around half the time drunk & chasing women (Not all 21 yr old r the same!). Why am I like the other way round? Maybe sometimes few chicks chase me because god made me handsome (:P), but that doesn’t mean I get carried away, does it?!
I have moved into the university accomodation after being thrown out of my own house at two thirty on a Sunday night when I was snoring to glory & dreaming about Maya. But what the hell was wrong with that? Did the guy who threw me out guessed correctly that I was dreaming about Maya & didn’t want it that way or it is the fact that I am not supposed to sleep or dream at all. Anyways it all happened in a jiffy. As a matter of fact I landed up in the right spot were I supposed to be at. So this I say now as a room & share the whole flat, which has six rooms, with six others.
Sometimes you think the world hates you, life doesn’t want you to live anymore or rather it’s not fare to you. But what the hell does it do? It takes you & throw’s you from the top of a twenty seven floored building & grabs you at the seventh with a helicopter, just to give you a shock, to make you remember that there is someone upstairs called the almighty. Ok, he is there. That’s it, no arguments about that now. For me he is there, for you he may not be, but that will never stop me from considering the fact there is god or something. I am not going to be screaming the hell out of my lungs like Jim Carrey in Bruce almighty “where is god”. But instead I say whatever science may prove the non existence of so many things; I would beg to differ in only this issue. I am a follower of “advaitha” & I will do that till my last breath.
So where were we, yeah, I share my house with four blondes who run around half naked most of the time & one dude apart from me who I never seem to find on a normal day at home. Here I have all the facilities. So what else do I need?! Nothing at all. Shut your mouth & study for two years da vadikattina sambhar!!!
Sambhar's journey to Sydney has just begun!!!
