Here's an assembly of words to expose a brief glimpse of the journey from the snapshot of BITS - Pilani - in front of Maa Saraswati temple - as a driven yet confused teenage boy - and then 16 years later in front of Linga Bhairavi idol at Isha - as a clearer yet excuse-making saadhak.
She took me in Her arms then,
Just one among the thousands of
young men.
Giving direction to the intense
upsurge of energy within,
Making the boundaries of one's
capabilities thin.
Dissolved utterly in Her loving
embrace was I,
There was nowhere else to go,
nothing low or high.
With unreasonable madness and the
passionate grit,
In front of Her shining white
stone form did I sit.
Words and judgements mattered
less and less,
Giving hard time to myself but
knowing that I was blessed.
Bowing to my Mother while feeling
that I am being re-born.
Didn’t realize how these sixteen
years flew by,
A district collector was borne
out of our little boy.
Ridden with guilt, evasion and
all shades of emotions,
Ready to face the stormiest of
life's commotions.
Maa,
Hardly anything has changed since
we last met,
Posts and honours of this world
are not to be fret.
The boy is the same with shades
of emotions intact,
With his mad devotion and the
passionate grit to act.
Have been often fooled to believe
that I am on my own,
Don’t know how to thank You for
being there all along…
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