Move on...

Yes. I decide to move on finally in pursuit of success as I pen down my thoughts. Have had sleepless nights of late but I came to realize that change is inevitable and there is nothing permanent in the world except change. Hopefully this would be my last Sunday before I begin my journey of pursuing MBA unless I am denied a visa. More importantly I decide to move out of Shipra SunCity, the place I have had an association with for seven not so long years. I have already started feeling nostalgic. My alma mater just across the road, it was never easy abandoning this place even after I got into a job and the decision to move out not cursory enough. The place has silently witnessed so many farewells and holds within it loads of memories especially of my college days and a number of unforgettable tearful moments of separations. People came, people stayed and people left, with me at the receiving end almost every time, I kept complaining about the departing of friends and would always curse my ill-fate. Somebody told me that the ones who are left behind have to face the real agony since the person leaving is always excited about what is in store for him/her at the new place but trust me it's never easy to leave behind a place which has an agglomeration of numerous memories. The betrayal hasn't been that very easy but it seems the change was unavoidable. The mission might turn out to be an ostensible one but that doesn't stop a Columbus kind quest in me from exploring. Boarding a flight from New Delhi for Dubai with my dear ones seeing me off was poignant enough which really shook the hell out of me. Ever feared Nostalgic feeling was harbinger of the testing times ahead. It has been over a month since I landed here in Dubai and I am still finding that the going is getting tougher and tougher day by day. I am not my usual self and the lousy soul within me is yet to settle down in the fast paced "pandora", this may be because I'm not jovial enough to initiate or strike up conversation with people. Someone happened to call me "Hey Thakur" which seemed quite familiar as I smiled back at the person. Nobody addresses me by that name apart from my close knit of friends. Every moment spent here seems to be a challenging moment and as things stand today I'm quite determined to see this phase through despite roadblocks. I hope to find light at the end of the tunnel but it is only a hope and not yet a reality. I happened to watch a video of J.K. Rowling delivering a commencement speech at Havard Business School where she narrates the kind of failures and uncomfortable experiences she met with at a very young age. She wasn't there to motivate the freshly cut out diamonds as one would have expected but to make people aware about the benefits and fears of failure and importance of very losely used word called imagination. I know the agony is evanescent but It has to be dealt with determination. Perhaps but perhaps I hope to be cognitive enough given my will-power to do so.