Game of life

 

'Starting from scratch' is definitely not one of my favourite phrases but believe it or not, it used to be a few years ago (Guess I have a sadistic bone in my body).

 

 

 

Well, whenever I switched my career or turned my boyfriend into 'the ex', it was a brand new start for me. Not in a perky, happy way though, life can be as worse as you can think of when you are playing level one. Especially when others around you seem to have mastered the game!Or so they think they have...

 

 

 

Few years back, when I decided to switch my career from consulting to journalism (No, it wasn't a well thought of move, I just impulsively did it). I convinced myself that because I was young and bored of the old game so I deserved a shiny new game. Oh God, it wasn't that easy but given my twisted ideology that a hurdle race is better than sitting idle on your couch, I went for it. Well, I am glad that I did that move.

 

 

 

However, my move to the US has been one of the most difficult hurdles I had to overcome. Not onlydid it mean ' back to square one' in bold capital letters, it also meant giving up on a life that I built brick-by-brick over a span of many years, on a micro level. It meant bidding adieu to friends, loved ones, familiar coffee joints and last but not the least my journalism career that I was finally getting the hang of and my familiar zone called home.

 

 

 

It was time to stop being a 'plus one' to others and live a life that was all about me. Not sure if I liked that as it's more fun drinking tequila shots to someone else's joy. Being completely honest, I love my life irrespective of its positioning on the globe. But unlike an occasional X-box game, where unfortunately it leads to 'game over' , in the game of life, you only get better as you start playing it. And God knows, over the lastyear in this wonderland, I have somehow managed to move on from level one.