A Place called home

I just quit my job in my ex-organization SoCrates Software India Pvt. Ltd. I however was never able to post my "Its my last day in this organization" kinda mail, because the quitting happened in the most awkwardly un-professional manner with me literally tearing down my PM's guts infront of the company president. Well I wished to breathe for sometime and then post the last mail. But then I could not just find time for it. So here is what i had in mind to write in that mail . Dear Comrades, Life, tritely speaking, could be considered like a car travelling on a road. I would contort the definition a bit and say that life could be certainly considered as a car travelling on a road, but the aim of life then is not to find a destination but to make the travel the most interesting as one could make. Such a change is necessary in definition is necessary, because a journey on a road stops when one reaches the intended destination, which would then be translated into something like "once your goal is reached you are supposed to die" kinda thing. Such a thing would not be fair, because ultimately when one figures out what the purpose of one's life is; then he/she needs some time to enjoy and appreciate the unlimited happiness that he would obtain from that realization. A road, as we all would know, has potholes and so does life. There would not be a road without a pothole, no road is perfect. However there will be some road that would be just like something you wanted to travel. There will be some road which you just love riding on, and fighting against the potholes, the wind and sun. That will never be a perfect road, but it will be the road perfect for you. The destination where the road is headed to, doesn't matter anymore. When you find some road like the one I describe, then there will be only one thing that concerns you, travelling on the road. Nothing else matters. Such a road will not be perfect, it may be rough and mortal. A rough road is dangerous, it can make your car to wreck and kill you, to save yourself, you may be have to take an unimportant side-road of the path you chose to take. It may be sometimes a loosing battle that you are fighting, but still you will be loving the whole journey, because whatever you do has a purpose and that purpose is to remain happy. Integrity is driving the car on the road you choose no matter however rough and dangerous the path is. Happiness is not present in remaining safe, its in choosing what you want to do. Happiness lies not in being scared to choose, but in the hope that you can choose to do what makes you happy. If u ever find such a road then you would not feel like moving away from it. Then I would say that you have reached home. Life is treacherous. You may find that the roads that almost everyone seems to take are almost perfect, they don't have any potholes. The only loophole that they have it that the roads go round and round and round, and then you get bored, unhappy and frustrated. You will become desperate to find meaning, to make sense from the nonsense that you are doing, even if the nonsense gives you a lot of money. Its ok to get tricked by life once in a while. Its important that you realize that you have been tricked by life. This is the small step. The big step is then to change the road. From a road that everyone is following, to some road on which travelling gives u happiness, even if it is the roughest. You may have to say goodbye to your fellow comrades on the same road, which may be painful. Even more painful shall be leaving the comforts of the 'safe' and 'perfect' road and then driving on to a road filled with potholes and problems. . I realized I was tricked when I was 21, and now I have changed the road. I am now into some road, which is perfect for me. I am ready to fight the battles. I am ready with the armour of happiness. I am ready to live again. And then its time to say goodbye to all of you who were my comrades. For the time has come for me to change the lane. Time has come for me to live. Goodbye. I am leaving to my home. I hope that you keep travelling in the path which gives you the most amount of happiness, regardless of the consequences. Then you shall find your home. When you find such a place, do send me an email or give me a call. We shall then have a party, to celebrate the living. We shall then be one with the path which we are travelling. We shall then reach a place called home. I end with my most favoured quote from the book: Rita Hayworth and the Shawshank redemption.

"Sure I remember the name. Zihuatanejo. A name like that is just too pretty to forget. I find I am excited, so excited I can hardly hold the pencil in my trembling hand. I think it is the excitement that only a free man can feel, a free man starting a long journey whose conclusion in uncertain. I hope Andy is down there. I hope I can make it across the border. I hope to see my friend and shake his hand. I hope the Pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams. I hope. "

Best Regards Lakshmikanth.C