Passion and Placements!

Robin was a young boy who had completed his high school and was willing to opt for Sanskrit(H) as his further subject of study. From childhood, he had developed an increasing interest to know the language and its history. Being born in the twenty first century he was accustomed to face the harshness and bruise to his mental enigma. His thoughts and aspirations were drawn towards what he dreamt usually in his day to day life. But his interests were referred as the most unusual of the lot. His friends were for the namesake of friendship instead of the amicable bond; they shared a bond of separation. Wherein, those so called buddies, had made Robin and his liking's as the butt of all jokes . How can anyone think of studying Sanskrit in college? This was the laughable anecdote that became customary in the school campus but now that he had passed his high school; he looked further to what he had wanted from long, to become a Priest.

Robin was seldom beaten up and thus hurting his amiable temperament he was made to sob all alone in a land where no one respected the calling of his life, "His Identity". To be broken up is one thing, to kill is another. In both the places, what differs is the intensity of the suffering. At one place, Robin was left shattered and slapped by his family members, mostly brothers. At the other, he was told that his dreams were of no noble use. This young boy from the hills had been sound at his studies. In English, Urdu, Sanskrit and Finance studies, he had accumulated a good percentage score.

Now, in life we must be earning adequate funds to sustain our passion, said one brother. The other brother brought to Robin's knowledge his point of view who also stated that it was the reality. "Your dreams are orthodox. How would you create your Kingdom, with little income. Would you go from home to home, collecting pennies? Or would you like to flaunt in cars like us. You nincompoop, open your sealed mind. Otherwise, it would be very late. Take up courses like "Finance and Marketing". You will grow up your skills to befool people. Otherwise too, you will be making fools out of them. Haven't you an idea; what the priests say we tend to believe. We don't indulge to understand their words and the intense meanings." The youngster was let dwarfed like the sun that he thought had risen, seemed to drop. The decision was made on Robin's behalf by his brothers. He was pitted into the land unknown to his scarlet imaginations. The sweetness with what he dined every night and day in his dreamland was kicked with inadequate manners. The innocence could no longer pervade in the heart that had Sanskrit in it's core and all nerves that connected it's presence to his body. Robin studied "Finance and Market", at the "Rani Chauri Institute Of Finance(R.C.I.F)".

Mr.Robin Kumar started spending uncountable hours every day to study Marketing and couldn't get the desired results. This made his family scold him even brutally. They had plans to send him to Delhi once he completed his three years graduation. He could send back lakhs of rupees back home. He was mentally disturbed as in his slumber he saw his love of life. He chanted Sanskrit Shlokas. The shades of childhood remain in you, once you grow older. The phases in life that you lead from your beginning are evident enough to form the person out of you. The way you lead through these phases, that you eventually and thoroughly become. It's like forming your opinions. If you are reading enough of matter, then you form your opinions. Otherwise, with little knowledge, you follow others' opinions and thoughts. Now, the question was; whether Robin could form his identity or not? Could he form his opinions or not. He was ill, fragmented with tears when he woke up with the sound of the birds outliving in their nest in the adjacent tree to Robin's room in the lush green valley of "Rani Chauri".

After pretending all this while, that he could study the subjects he didn't want to. He ran away from his home. Robin was well searched in the surroundings. Police was informed about his sudden disappearance so grave. This boy had left for Leh(Ladakh). He had set his feet in the Noble place, where Buddhist monks live, carrying on their rituals. With peace of mind and living. The monks walk past the temples, seeking the nourishing of the Buddha. While he was away, his family was left unhappy and angry. They had a slight interpretation, that he had run on will; rather than being kidnapped. He had nothing, that could be taken away from him. No materialistic property of any kind allured him. To him, the name of God and his study of heart and soul stood the utmost.

Robin started living at a far off land from his homeland. Although he hadn't become a Monk, yet he remained a silent man. After running for his calling, he spent time reciting the "Shlokas" that came out with joy and utter relief. He earned money too, by holding prayers at temples and places of ritual. He sent the little he did accumulate, to his family. Describing to them, the meaning of his life. His brothers met him soon and left his life in his hands. He was set free and could sense the growing sun once again.