Surprise Surprise!!

Ok. I'm smiling. Bigtime.

Would you believe if I told you I waited for two hours, played ten games of pinball, to write this post coz the Internet's switched off in this office between midnight and 8 am? You better, coz it's true.

But anyway, today, I ain't here to complain. I'm happy, I'm excited, I'm nervous, Lord, I'm dead terrified... but I'm happy.

There's this uncontrollable grin on my face, which sometimes brings a tear down from one of my eyes with it... It's been happening since the past few hours.

It's funny - the way God can speak with you and guide you. When He wants you to listen, you just listen. He can talk to you through a movie dialogue, He can talk through a book you're reading, He can talk through a stupid article you read on rediff.com, he can talk through a conversation with your friend who you don't even care much about, He can talk through a friend you just met, He can be a blank call and tell you something, He can talk through your screaming boss... and He can talk through you yourself.

All you gotta do is listen.

I believe God talks to me. All the friggin time. I believe He's trying to tell me something every single moment of my life... even when I am thinking, I feel He's telling me something. I feel He's holding my hand and pulling me to where I am supposed to go, to where He's planned for me to go for His theatre to go on. I feel His touch, His love, His faith in me. I feel His plan.

There was no such intention till a few hours ago. Qatar is a lovely place and I just started enjoying it. Thanks to a few good men - Clint, Arun, Yagi, Sam.

Just today me and Clint were talking at the Chai (tea) hang out, that I am frustrated. Frustrated because I haven't found my calling yet. What is my calling? Where will I end up?

Here I am, in Qatar, living a mediocre life, professionally and personally, to make a few extra grand a month. Is that me?

Is it?

No way. I am here, hoping, that in one year, by the time my contract ends I'll save a few lakhs of rupees, go back to India, chill out till I get my next job, and have some cash to fall back on.

I mean how much more loser like can a man get? I'd rather be out there, right in the thick of it, battling my way through.

Today, I found my calling. I don't really know what it is.

But I know this is not it.

My name is Rohit Wadhwaney. And I'm coming back home to do something about things I believe in rather than waste my youth writing crap to earn some money for my future.

I breathe faith in me.

Ladies and Gentlemen,

There's something called the beauty of impulse, which we all, somewhere down the line, forgot about.

All said?

I'm coming back home...

Rain, Hail or Storm!