kinshuk sunilit aint no, dessert if therez no caek

Home. Sweet Home. I am Back Home.

Two days. 48 Hours of solitude. Of missing my family Of working in an unknown city, managing an unconference alone comes to an end. The pleasure, the misery, the elation, the pain, everything. Everything.

This was my maiden trip without my family. My first Flying experience. I will document everything in this series of posts. I have a few ready and a few more to come. But this time I shall document my travelling experience completely.

But I am tired. I rested a lot. I prefer trains to flying. The experience is whoasome but yet, in a way, unfullfilling. But more of it more.

Food and sleep. Rest.

Soon, I shall bother you all with my recollections and my experiences. Reflections.

Adios. Have A Great Day/Night.

Kinshuk

Two Years. Seven Hundred and Thirty One days. Seventeen Thousand Five Hundred and Twenty Hours. Over. The End.

I, today, stand at that juncture in one’s life whence one phase ends and a new one begins. Ancient Indian System divides the life of any individual into four phases: Brahmacharya (Student phase; implies Discipline), Grihasthashrama (living in the material world), Vanprastha (Retired from responsibilities) and Sanyasa (renunciation), each lasting a period of twenty five years. A students life ought to be that of self-discipline and a guided effort towards learning – Brahmacharya. It is this phase that I cross now and enter into the material world. Soon, I’d start working. Life will be so different then.

But, before I start running the rat race I want to take a pause. Stop and pen down my thoughts here. So that when I grow older, I can always return here and remind myself how I used to be as a student. More particularly the two years that were GBO.
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