Moving Out…

Moving out, for good, betterment, becoming a mature independent individual, to fall down and to make mistakes, to face the harsh reality of life.

There comes a phase in everyone’s life when one has to leave his hometown and go ahead and explore boundaries of the new city, new people, new lifestyle. For some, this phase come right after school, for some it comes during masters and for some during job. This phase came in my life right after I completed my graduation, when I went on to pursue job and try my luck in the corporate world.

This was the beginning of a new chapter of life, where I had to prove my self worth at every step I take. Be it finding myself an apartment, cooking food, washing clothes, to be up early and be in the office on time. This was the time to break the boundaries of comfort and show my parents, what they have taught me all along was going to get a whole new picture.

Beginnings are not meant to be smooth. As they say, ‘all changes are hard at first, messy in the middle, and beautiful at the end’. Your journey should leave a mark. I was not mentally prepared for the challenges ahead of me, but I wasn’t scared either. First night away from home, I kept on thinking how will the things go, will I be able to do justice to my job, but as the time progressed, things started falling in place. Reason behind the same was the hard work and never ending efforts post multiple failures.

Every ending of the month, I started analysing my salary slips and expenditure. This made me deduct some of the things I used to do for the cost cutting and more savings. I learnt how to save money. Not only this, but I got to learn a lot from the people I met in the corporate world. They are the ones who made me realise my self worth. I started respecting my family more than ever.

Days changed from, ‘I am bored of home made food’ to, ‘I wish I could have home made Rajma Chawal’. Once when being home used to feel like a house arrest, now meant everything, where you do not really have to be bothered about anything. Falling sick couldn’t get worse being away from home, cause a mother’s hug does wonders, which was not possible being away from home.

Moving out gave my life a 270 degree turn, but failed to give it a 360 degree turn. It did change a lot of things, but one thing remain constant, and that is mother’s love.