There is a saying in odiya which goes like "Sundara trupti ra abasada nahin,jete dekhuthile nua disuthai." This means a thing of beauty never ends.How much one looks at it,everytime its new.Does this hold true in the real sense of the world? How many of us agree to go back to the same place over and over again? Not many of us do. Then what the poet said must be untrue. This was my line of thoughts until recently.
I always wonder how small things can make you see what you have ignored since long.How does a single meting decide the fate of so many people in the world? How a fine line of trust binds people? well..... those questions i guess time will resolve.But i surely realized that an insignificant incident can change the way you think.This was the bus trip from Huderbad to Nagpur.Nothing eventful........boring journey.Besides this janta was being tortured by showing "Rab ne bana di Jodi".Many wont agree with my views of the movie.But its a little over the top.Well,then all hindi movies are.I liked the concept but the handling could have been better.And they neednt show SRK in such a light.But then that was the USP of the movie,so say the critics.Okay we will leave the critics and SRK aside for time being.Yep...the journey was boring.And I have this thing which doesnt let me sleep on a moving entity.So I was awake most of the night.Towards the end of the long long night I must have fallen asleep( chalo kabhi toh dimag jawaab dega......... ).Suddenly the brakes went screeeeecchhhhhhhh.........and i was almost thrown off my seat.Nothing to worry....it was just a herd of cattle.The result i was completely out of my slumber.
When I turned my sleepy head towards the window,I felt the soft silken sunshine upon my face,the first rays of the sun which opens up the flowers,glistens the dew and blesses all. The sight was charming.There is nothing much to describe about what I saw.The same old hills,the trees and the sun lurking behind them.More than the sight it was this feeling of being proud to be a part of such a wonderful setting was overwhelming me.I had forgotten how beautiful the sun rise is.I might have seen the same thing over and over again in Hyderabad(well........tht might be a lie.......I rarely up during the sun rise...still I have seen it couple of times..),but never has this thing hit me so deep and made me think whats new in this? But that day I could feel this thought driving home.Those lines of the poet which I began with automatically hit me.I must have read those lines in school and never after that.Still they came fresh and clear.With these lines came the memories of the person who taught me those lines.He is no more here.But I am really grateful for what he has taught me.I realized how deep his impact has been on my life.If I have learned to respect my language its because of him.If I am proud to be an Odiya...its him..(Sir apanku sata sata pranam janauchi..........apana jauthi bhi thibe nishchaya bhala re thibe).
That insignificant sunrise in my life taught me something which i will hold on for ever.
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