“I want your room to be clean.” Mother said on one fine holiday. It was a true fact that the room had become messy. I rolled my sleeves got out the vacuum cleaner and started dusting off the dust from shelves, corners of the wall, ceiling and bunch of places. In the attic, I found a bunch of old notebooks, well-thumbed magazines, and a journal. As I was leafing through the journal I found entries relating to a particular character I had written about. It was a first-person account of a boy. In the story he starts on an adventure and where do all adventures start, they start when everything goes haywire. Our friend finds himself in a similar situation. It's a journey where he tries to figure out the meaning of everything.
As he tries to come to terms with the whys? that life throws. He entangles himself even more. Feeling lost as he is so near yet so far. ‘The pursuit of something brought me here,’ He thinks. ‘But what would it be that would take me there?’ He thinks. He begins the most important journey of his life. A journey to find himself. As I was turning a page I found an interesting snippet.
One evening in the dark of the winter. He was reading a book in the library. The book was ‘Introduction to Algorithms’ having leafed a few pages of the book he went near the balcony to feel the breeze outside. I want to become an Algorithmist, learn the connection between Problem, Solution, and Everything. Flipping a page trying to find the meaning hidden in between the steps and implementation. But He couldn’t focus on the text. His mind was away from the book somewhere in adventure, heroism, and friendship.
A girl walked in the library cheery and full of life. He looked at her craning from his thick book. He knew her before long and had talked with her a few times. But she couldn’t hear him over his shyness. He dug himself in Algorithms but yet felt strange. 'This is something I am expected to do but is it something that I really want to do,' I thought. Having no answer to the question, he walked down the library towards the well outside the School of Algorithm.
He walked away in the dark of the long winter evening. He had a strange feeling of something being missing. He had to do something about it as it was not a thing of that one cold winter evening. I kept walking out of the campus it was much open there, with air flowing past his face, through his hair. Sitting on a rock, thinking about the stream of life and introspecting. It all began with an aspiration of being better than yesterday, being better than himself. But he knew he was far from being better, he felt low, worn out and away from home.
‘I have been playing lonely games with myself’. He said. Suddenly a light illuminated the darkness behind the boy and a voice spoke. 'You have been fighting a battle where no one wins,' the voice said. ‘Who is this and what do you mean?’ the boy asked. 'I am your self, It is a lie, you are living a bare-faced bluff,' the voice said. ‘I am trying to do something meaningful’ the boy said. 'That’s the most meaningless thing you could have said, right now.' the voice said. ‘This dark place scares me. I don’t want to enter it.’ He said. 'Face your fears therein lies your peace,' the voice said. ‘What are my fears? I don’t know? I am confused.’ He said. 'You are on your own now. There is no camaraderie between us. But there are allies you can trust. Find them.' the voice said. I stood clueless. ‘Who are my allies?’ the boy asked.
It was the last page with a written word, many a page was still left blank. What happens next? I thought as I kept the Journal on the desk. Where does this journey take the boy? I thought as I sat by my desk to pen down an Adventure of Lifetime.
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