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Saturday, October 24, 2009

Full Circle

I was an introvert kind all my school and engineering days. Because of which I always look up to my father, he was the extrovert kind, always ready to talk, always ready to share, always open to all. I wanted to be like him. But it was hard, I didn't know where to start, it was not so easy.

The opportunity for me to be someone like him came with my selection to an MBA program. It was going to be new place and new people and I can always start fresh leaving behind my past which had only few memories to be cherished. Moreover, I wanted to lose myself in the company of new friends as my past was hunting me and I didn't want to left alone clinging on to it. And in essence, I want to be a different person altogether.

I did well. I probably have made more friends after coming to IBA, Bangalore, than all my yesteryears put together. I found new wonderful friends who care for me and always want me to be happy. To them, I became the so called sweetheart. I bet if my school or engineering friends were asked to describe me, the opinions they give will be never accepted by my new friends. I am exactly the opposite of what I was some years ago. The point is, I am successful and becoming someone like my Dad, The extrovert kind. But “with every success there comes a predicament”.

Now that I have so many friends, I am not able to keep all of them happy. I can’t be the one whom all of them wants to be. Many a times it happens that to make one happy, I have to make the other unhappy. I need to make a choice now, whom should I be with. And where does my happiness figure in all these? What about doing things the way that makes me happy? Coming to think of it, I want to be left alone. I want to limit my friend circle now. In essence, I want to become the introvert kind. Life has completed a full circle. I am back to where I started. I no longer understand who I am. I feel like as if I am suffering from dual personality syndrome.

If only someone can feel it without expecting much from me and take me as what I am. If only…….

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