The Misfit

I am unable to fit in this corporate world. No matter how much I try and squeeze myself, I am neither fitting in nor coming out of this little rat hole.Just struck here ! Angry,restless,frustrated and exhausted.

Soon I have realized that I am trying to swim a vast ocean, when in fact I am designed not with fins but with wings.

When I look back, five years ago, I was running a race, running so fast that I was taking that road which was clean, labelled safe and which everyone else was taking. I didn’t realize that throughout the race, I passed through many junctures, where many roads had diverged, some of which were covered with fog and mist, some had thorns, some were crowned with danger board at the entrance. Nevertheless,some of them were neat and tidy,but no one dared to take those roads.I ran and ran and ran,I never stopped and questioned myself,”Is this what you need ?”,”Where are you heading to ?” , “Would you be happy at your destination?”.

Nah !! Not a single question. And now, when I had finally reached a destination, when I had paused to look around , I realized that I already ran thousands of miles,following the crowd. Now I see nothing but hundreds of telephones buzzing loud, tons of keyboards being hit every second,bundles of papers being printed every minute,and thousands of calendars rolling as fast as they can !

God ! No !!! No !? It is suffocating here. I can’t do this the rest of my life. All I have learnt and all I have acknowledged at the end of this race is that …I don’t belong here! I didn’t even pay attention to the many roads that crossed my paths. There were opportunities, not all visible though.But I,.. I was running my own race, as everyone else was doing. In the haste to run faster, in the huge crowd to prove myself, my heart didn’t get a second to realize that I took the wrong road !

How many of us are running such kind of race ? By the time one realizes that one is not in right field, it would be too late. There would be many more shackles,holding tight one’s hands, some of them locked with love, some with the loans, some with innocent fears . Now is the time to pause ,to look around for a while and to question one’s inner self, “what do you need ?”

Once this big question is sorted, there’d be nothing that can stop a sane human from being successful, after all love is what drives the world. Search your love , search it in your work, in your dreams and in the little building blocks that you are now laying down,one on another, to build a huge mansion.