Aparajita: September 2007

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

Starting off...

I think its quite apt that i start my blogging off with two quotes from Robert Frost, the first one, "Stopping By the Woods on a Snowy Evening" is one of my favourite poems and the last two lines kind of signifies what i am feeling right now.
3 years ago i wouldnt have believed it if someone told me that i will be leaving my family, home, friends, country and go to another alien land and stay there for 1 whole year... i would have probably thought that person is totally mad or is totally trying to screw around. Sometimes when i sit and think (this is something i do a lot) i get surprised, sometimes it seems like a very long dream, and i wish that i dont wake up from this any time soon.
When i got selected on to the MC of AIESEC Indonesia, i was trilled, i only thought about how exciting and fun its going to be leaving here and working in AIESEC full time, but i never really gave it a complete thought, i didnt think about the problems i will face, the new challenges i have to over come, the things i have to do on a daily basis which i have never done before. Actually, come to think of it i am glad i didnt or else i think i would have 'chickened out.'
When during one of my conversations with Geets, she told me it wont be always easy and i will be facing new things everyday and i need to deal with them, i didnt really pay too much attention to that... but now i see she is absolutely right.
So far i cant measure what i have got professional or in relation to AIESEC out of this term, however i have discovered other things that have are so intangible or was not too relevant before, but now i see that these discoveries will actually help me in the future and i am glad that i discovered them by myself and didnt know about it before. To summaries what these discoveries are i think the following words are enough - LEARNING TO BE INDEPENDENT

Stopping By The Woods On A Snowy Evening by Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

The Road Not Taken By Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.