Alone in a dark room typing this blog entry of mine…….its already so very late and considering the day ahead…..I am aware that I should have been in bad atleast 2 hours ago. But I do happen to like doing things my own way and happen to thrive on the silence of the night. For it is in this silence that I am not bound by anything whatsoever. Have the liberty to stay lost as long as I may wish with assurance that this silence shall not be interrupted by any.
I am leaving for Karachi early in the morning tomorrow; and this very fact brigs to me quite a few memories. I remember fully well the last time when I had to go. At that time, I had felt a whole paradox of emotions.
Regretful for leaving so many people behind and yet anxious for the time that lay ahead of me. Fear for having to stay away from my world and yet….hope that the time ahead would broaden this world of mine. Hoping also that soon I would be returning home.
I had joined Nust last year with just a single thought in mind……..that I am getting myself enrolled there for the sole purpose of gaining experience. Somehow, I never accepted the possibility that I may actually have to stay and study there for four years. And I had feared that possibility so much that it was totally evident of my face the day I was leaving. My Dad been saying that going there is the best option, as it would otherwise be quite a big risk. But perhaps he was longing for me to stay here more than anyone else…..more than even me. For, just when we were about to leave for the airport; he said that I don’t have to go if I don’t want to.
This single gesture of my father really touched me. I did choose to go for that is what I had decided………but with a single longing of returning within a month. And like all turns in my life…….At this time aswell I was not forsaken by God.
This time the purpose of my trip does happen to be quite different………and thus; so are the emotions. My Bro is getting married….and the position I have now is one which I thoroughly enjoy. Bugging my Bhabhi....at times depriving them of thwir privacy and thus being constantly called ‘ Kabab Main Haddi ‘ Shortened as Khwaja (KH). :-).
I do have a feeling that I am gonna thoroughly enjoy my stay at Karachi. Lets see then. I shall keep you all enlightened if I can……….