Caravan

Caravan

September 9, 2018

Greater things in life are never achieved by one person. They're done by a team of people. I love those who can smile in trouble, who can gather strength from distress, and grow brave by reflection. My little mind shrinks, with the twists and twirls of life, but my heart is firm, and my conscience approves my conduct.

Like they say, If you want to go fast, go alone. If you want to go far, go together. The company of people I was fortunate to meet, has helped me lay some principles for my life. I will pursue their principles and keep knitting the fabric, until the show is over.

 

I have been really lucky in the caravan of life, accompanying some good people along the path who inspired me, one way or another. They always tend to bring out the best in me, and ​​I can't be grateful enough. 

 

 

A mere candle gleaming in the window is a ray of hope to the vagabond, a lighthouse guiding his wandering ship into the port.

Father has always been my shepherd in life. He is an honest labor. Ever since, I was a kid, I have seen him Toil and moil every day , so that his family could live in plenty.

He comes from a lower middle class family, an elder kin to 2 brothers and a sister.

My grandmother used to tell us stories about the times, when father was still a young lad.

Since grandfather was a veteran, he was always away from home, posted at various fronts serving the country.

It left father as the man of the house, as he was the eldest son.

He had to give up his studies after year 10, simply for the fact that the family couldn't afford it.

He had to go out and earn the bread for his family, helping my grandmother raise his brothers and sister. He kept pushing until he attained financial security, enough for him to get his sister married, with his blood, sweat and tears.

 

The fabric he's cut from is the most genuine article mankind offers. Growing up since childhood, I have never seen father complain about his struggle.

He started from the bottom of the society, making his way up the pyramid. From being a tyro in the town, he rose into prominence with his dedication and will. He became an eminent figure, whom everyone turn to for a favor, whether big or small.

He is the most humble man you will come across, but hold no doubts, he owns a shotgun too !

He never lets us sisters doubt that we might not have enough. I think that virtue comes from him not having enough for himself in his childhood  He doesn't want his daughters to feel the same.

There are times when I feel low, I call him and he always consoles me, saying this is not the end of the world. He tells me to be strong, and to learn from the sufferings.

Living in India, I have witnessed people posing their daughters as burdens. Living in a society where people call him names and talk bad for having 3 daughters, he raised us sisters no less than a prince.

Instead, he stood up breaking the stereotype,and sent his daughters abroad to study.

He truly taught us how to live our life, and live it royally.

 

The person who has been grinding through the lanes all these years, with Father is Mother. Mother is hypersensitive and emotional, not argumentative and judicial. Like a typical Indian mother, the greater fears in her life are her daughters getting a short haircut, gaining weight or worse have a boyfriend. Any event like that starts a small avalanche which goes clattering down the cliff with a rumbling sound, to our calm ears, like thunder.

I remember her getting up early in the mornings before everyone, cooking breakfast for us and then getting ready to go to the school to teach. She used to work full time as a teacher but she always made sure me and my sister never felt alone.

I respect the fact that she brought us up even though she had the full responsibility to run the house, doing chores like cooking thrice everyday, then cleaning the house, washing clothes on her off days and even then she used to find time to look after us sisters. I never have witnessed her complaining about the amount of work she had to do in the house but all her goodness doesn't keep her from nagging her husband. It's a worthy show to watch them fight.

She has always been a pillar of strength for father, and for us. She gets emotional at times but the woman has a heart of gold and a will of Iron.

 

In 2015, I met Rachael who inspired me with an inward fortitude, that rose with her love. With her, I gathered the courage to look at the bigger picture of life.

I met her when I first moved to Newcastle, and she happened to be my housemate, We befriended pretty soon, although her lifestyle contrasted a lot with mine, but soon did I realise that the visions might be different, and yet each vision may be true.

She seemed to reveal herself to me as we went, and we were soon at home.

She was raised in foster care because her parents chose to split up when she was 15 and then the constant struggle to keep her other 3 sisters in the loop was totally relatable to me.

I was moved by looking at her strength, despite of all the hardships in her life. No doubts, she has made mistakes, but the more promising virtue is her spirit to learn from them and trying to make her future better, while living in a place where a large proportion of youth starts looking for welfare, or even worse just give up and resort to drugs.

She's been on a topsy turvy life fighting post traumatic stress because of her past, and finally getting over it. She used to take care of me when I used to feel sick, being my support system till date.

She was the only one who came to be with me, when I was hospitalized.

 

She is a living story of a woman who's trying to break her doubts, everyday. I feel like God sent her down here to shine her light on me.

When I first came to Australia, I was introduced to Ann as my diploma teacher. A companion since then, she have a fighting of her own. She suffers from multiple sclerosis, for those who don't know it is a potentially disabling disease of the brain and spinal cord. 

Despite of the ailment, she still goes around doing all the normal things, like everyone else.

I have known her for 5 years now and we do not get the chance to hang out too often, but whenever we do, I love her company and her vibes.

She is one of the few people, always inspiring you to do more in your life and appreciating your presence.  Apart from that, she is a great listener, She always makes you feel good about yourself. She is a great teacher and a true friend. 

 

I believe to be a good person is to enable others to embrace a vision, an initiative in a way that they feel a sense of purpose, ownership, personal engagement, and common cause. I was very affected as a child by my father's positive example as a person who inspired others to bring out the best in them.

I try to do the same, with everyone I come across in my life.

After all, The world is a crazy, beautiful, ugly complicated place, and it keeps moving on from crisis to strangeness to beauty to weirdness to tragedy, all in the glimpse of an eye.

The caravan keeps moving on, people join, people stray off but the journey keeps going on, that's when this stuff comes.

I am proud of my life.

I hope you are too.

 

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