The Sign I Was Looking For
One of my
least favorite times of the year is the first week back in India after
returning from my annual trip to the US and UK. It’s not that I don’t want to
be back, it’s just that those first few days are usually spent in a jet lagged,
semi depressed stupor while trying to cope with the old, but new chaos of India
and the always reliable August monsoons. During those days I remain open to
signs from God; something that reminds me that my purpose at this stage in my
life is to be in India working on developing football. It’s crazy that during
those days I have to convince myself of this because my heart already knows
this fact as it’s my heart which usually does most of the talking about why I’m
still in India when I answer this question to the hordes of people who ask me
this during my Western tour. Although my
heart is aware of my purpose, my head is usually so full of noise and confusion
during these days that convincing the chattering voice seems necessary for any
comfort and peace of mind to exist.
So back to
signs. I don’t actively seek signs to validate my choice to be in India but I
acknowledge them when they appear. The other day I saw a sign in the most
unlikeliest of places.
If you ask
anyone who knows me even remotely well to name my top 10 favorite things, I’d confidently
bet that 75% of the people interviewed would include football and monkeys on their
list and they would be correct. I know that this may make me seem just a bit superficial
but just like most young men, I appreciate the cuteness and human like
qualities of monkeys and always enjoy seeing them roaming through the streets
and parks and backyards of Delhi since they make me smile and I love
smiling.
The other day
I reluctantly agreed go on a site visit
to a friend’s school located in the depths of Haryana. I was reluctant because it was only my 3rd
day back in India, I was extremely exhausted, my outlook inbox was overflowing
and the thought of driving 1 hour through rural Haryana during the peak of monsoon
season sounded worse than death. Given all that, I still said yes and the next
thing I know my colleague and I were packed in a beat up taxi heading to the
Sehwag International School with our mutual friend.
It was a
pretty normal site visit until I saw my sign. We were walking towards the main
football pitch and there, sitting where the left half should be, was a monkey
just looking adorable. At that moment all I could do was laugh and smile at the
fact that I’m so lucky to be in India doing the type of work I’m doing and
seeing the type of madness that I see on a daily basis. Never could I imagine
showing up to a US or UK pitch and seeing a monkey just hanging out, yet in
India this is a not so uncommon experience and the beauty is that during these
moments it’s almost impossible to be that serious about anything, be it jet lag
or the bouts of loneliness which sometimes surface when you live so far away
from family and friends.
Everyone
should be aware of the signs around them, existence puts them in front of us to
create clarity and it’s up to us to acknowledge them and move on with life…
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