I AM A JAMMUITE: Something Is Missing Somewhere, Dear

The ride through irritating traffic and blaring horns tests our patience. And somewhere in that noise, a quiet thought crosses the mind: something is missing somewhere.

Anil Kumar Sharma

As the day begins with the pleasant vibes of autumn and clear skies after the festive hustle, the chirping of birds with the rising sun refreshes us for the tasks ahead.

My better half completes her delightful breakfast preparations, not before offering her divine prayers to the Almighty, whose blessings fill our home with warmth and gratitude.

Truly, the Almighty is great in His ways, listening to our prayers, energizing us for the day’s journey, and guiding our every step. Stepping out of home with a tiffin in hand and the smile of my soulmate in sight inspires me to move ahead with a clear mind and a hopeful heart.

Through the hustle and bustle of the morning commute, where traffic horns blend with the crisp melodies of FM radios, we move ahead, carried by the rhythm of yet another working day. Reaching the workplace, the greetings of colleagues set the tone for our professional voyage as we resolve to make it a day of meaning and satisfaction.

A sip of morning tea or coffee recharges our focus and commitment. Then begins the real tussle between those who speak the loudest to assert authority and those who quietly perform their duties with humility. Here lies the true test of leadership, where one must balance ego with empathy, and vision with understanding.

As the clock strikes noon, our appetite calls for a hearty bite. In those brief moments, we reflect on the day’s struggles and silently renew our resolve to complete what remains unfinished.

Time ticks swiftly and waits for none. It is upon us to keep pace with its flow. As Kishore Kumar’s immortal voice echoes “Aane Wala Pal Jaane Wala Hai” from the film Golmaal, the evening tea and cookies mark another pause in life’s busy rhythm. The clock clicks again, and with a smile, we shift our priorities from work to family, from performance to presence.

The ride back home through irritating traffic and blaring horns tests our patience. And somewhere in that noise, a quiet thought crosses the mind: something is missing somewhere.

While many end their day regretting what they couldn’t achieve, there are always a few who decode life differently turning each day into a step forward, not a step back.

At home, as we dine with family and friends, we realize that this the run, the struggle, the laughter, and the fatigue is life itself. Sometimes we stand on the podium, at other times in the crowd; all as destined by the Almighty’s will.

And as we finally lie down to rest, one soft whisper escapes our hearts: Something is missing somewhere, my dear.

Wah Zindagi!

Wah zindagi!

Tera kaisa fasana

Kahin khamoshi, kahin tarana,

Kahin aansoon, kahin nazrana.

Isi ka naam hai zindagi,

Kya khoya, kya paaya is safar ka afsana.

(O life! What a tale you weave

At times, silent… at times, a song to believe.

Somewhere, tears fall like gentle rain,

Elsewhere, offerings of joy remain.

This… this is what we call life’s art,

A journey of losing and finding the heart.)

(Straight Talk Communications exclusive. The author is a retired banker and lifelong learner with a passion for reading and writing. His reflections often explore life, values, and the quiet beauty in everyday experiences.)