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Thursday, March 20, 2025

The Pillars of My Life: A Journey o


The Pillars of My Life: A Journey of Values, Passions, and Solitude

Life, in all its unpredictability, has often placed me at crossroads where choices were not just about survival but about defining who I am. Over the years, I have come to realise that while relationships provide warmth, the foundation of my existence is laid upon certain unshakable pillars. These are the constants—values, passions, and reflections—that have shaped my journey, given me purpose, and continue to guide me even as I navigate the solitude of my present days.

1. The Pursuit of Knowledge

Learning is an eternal companion. The desire to understand, to question, and to seek has been ingrained in me since childhood. My background in Physics trained me to appreciate the logic and beauty of the universe, while my deep dive into history, philosophy, and mythology has given me perspectives that transcend time. Even now, the thirst for intellectual exploration remains unquenched. Books, discussions, and writing have become my sanctuary, a realm where my mind finds its freedom.

2. Music: My Soul’s Language

If words can heal, music can resurrect. The harmonium, the keyboard, and the melodies of Mukesh, Jim Reeves, and classical ragas are not just pastimes but lifelines. Music has been the most trusted companion—an entity that neither demands nor disappoints. The transcendence of a raga played on a flute or the lyrical depth of a well-written song has the power to uplift my spirit on the loneliest of days. In music, I find the echoes of my soul.

3. Writing: My Dialogue with the World

Words are not just scribbled ink on paper; they are my conversation with the universe. Be it poetry, blogs, or books, writing has been my way of leaving footprints in the sands of time. Every piece I write carries a part of me—my struggles, my wisdom, my moments of despair, and my glimmers of hope. Writing is not just an art; it is an extension of my being.

4. The Call of the Road

The open road, the unknown paths, the thrill of exploration—travel has been a teacher in its own right. Trekking up a hill, cycling through a quiet road, or rafting in turbulent waters—all have imparted lessons that no classroom could. They have taught me resilience, patience, and the joy of discovery. Each journey is not just about the destination; it is a dialogue with the self, a test of endurance, and a celebration of freedom.

5. The Solace of Spirituality

Though I do not confine myself to rigid dogmas, spirituality has always been a guiding force. The chanting of Sanskrit shlokas, the philosophical musings from different faiths, and the unwavering belief in divine mercy have given me strength in moments of despair. It is this faith that has often lifted me when the weight of solitude threatened to pull me down.

6. The Legacy of Teaching

Once a Principal, always a teacher. The classroom, the hymnbook I curated, the school choir I trained—these memories are etched in my heart. Though I no longer stand before a classroom, the teacher within me refuses to retire. The joy of imparting wisdom, of shaping young minds, and of watching students grow into remarkable individuals is an achievement no accolade can surpass.

The Weight and Wisdom of Solitude

As I sit in my space, surrounded by books, melodies, and memories, solitude whispers both bitter truths and comforting realities. There are moments when silence feels like a curse—when the absence of engaging conversations and shared laughter makes the walls seem too distant. But there are also moments when solitude feels like a privilege—when it allows deep reflection, uninterrupted creativity, and an unshaken connection with my inner self.

Living alone is a paradox—it is a journey of both longing and self-discovery. I miss the camaraderie, the spontaneous conversations, and the gentle reassurance of companionship. But in this solitude, I have also found clarity, strength, and an unbreakable bond with myself. It is not loneliness; it is a different kind of togetherness—with books, with music, with thoughts, and with an invisible but ever-present divine grace.

At the end of it all, life is not just about what we have but about what we become. And through all the lessons, losses, and learnings, I continue to become.

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