Its time. We received an email that people who wish to leave can leave. There is no stopping by the authority. All attendance and scholarship issues will be handled and the students are requested to take utmost care with their travel and shifting. It was a difficult decision, but my inner hunch suggested me to leave. I booked the tickets, luckily got one and was all set to leave the hostel the next day. It was a travel without a return ticket. A travel whose proportions I could not ascertain.
After packing up and making the difficult decision of leaving Joe behind, I left the room. 30 hours before, I did not have an iota that I am going to travel 1200 km’s just within days. Life throws weird things at us. Sometimes we are ready for it and sometimes we are not. At all such moments, we simply have to respond to the situation, taking into consideration all pro’s and con’s. Contingency is the word. You think of terms which you will possibly be facing.
The world outside looked like a lot had changed. People travelling with masks and sanitizers and all necessary precautions. People travelled keeping spaces within themselves. It took me 5 hours to reach the point from where I had to board the train to my home. I waited. Just 24 hours back, I was in my bed thinking of how better I can utilise the next 15 days of the month. I had no guess in the remotest part of my brain, what was coming up. I boarded the train but one thing kept me thinking and that was how quickly we align to order when the question is of the survival.
People have suddenly become crazily aware of basic tenets like hygiene, health and social order. People are objecting those who are not abiding by rules of social order. What makes such mass scale changes suddenly in action? These are nothing, but the fear of death and ailment, which forces us to take all necessary actions.
Unaware of when I might return, this journey is one of its kind. I am leaving behind a world only to enter a world which is primary to me. We will all be home some time. Till then, let’s just play to the tune of life.
And there goes my journey beyond halfway and all I can hear is Bees Gees on my headphones singing aloud –
“..Whether you’re a brother or whether you’re a mother
You’re stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive
Feel the city breakin’ and everybody shakin’
And we’re stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin’ alive…”
Always Ranting, Rantzaada.