I always
said time is flying fast, how fast did it really fly? Have you ever wondered
why and how? Who set the rules of time, how did they end up clockwise?
This is the 3rd year I have been to
India, 5th time to be exact. Three years can happen a lot of things,
Air india express no longer fly directly from Singapore to Kolkata, so is Air
India, night train that was banned 1 year ago has started operating, and what’s
worst? Aviation minister just announce that Kingfisher is no longer flying.
So what
will happen after 2 years from now?
*A tap on
my shoulder*
“Hi, Mr Mo,
you have ordered Veg meal right?” asked the steward, a tall guy with a nice
smile, name: Kyle from Jetairways
“Yes,
please.” I opened my eyes and answer him, and at the same time realizing I did
order it when I booked my ticket online and I was like Thank god, I’m so
hungry.
So
currently on the flight JW 0616 flying from Kolkata to Mumbai, yes Mumbai! The
dream city that I want to work in and settle in, have kids, marry, buy a house,
then a car, and live happily ever after. But I’m just passing by Mumbai as my
flight is connecting from Mumbai to Singapore, like I said: Air India express
no longer operate directly flight from Singapore.
I love
flying, simply because I don’t get mind block on flight, probably because I’m
flying high up above and the adrenaline somehow reacted faster than I can
imagine, and cause no blockage. Alright, that’s lame. But to think it back
again, it actually makes me reflect on my life, what I have been doing for the
past few months?
Working as
a part timer in a boutique department store, writing a book, handling an India
project, so what do I want in my life?
I know this
time going back to Singapore; the main priority is to fulfill the duty as
Singapore man, to serve the country, to protect our people, which also mean
that, I lost two years of my youth, alright, not youth, maybe senior, counting
my age, I must be old to enter the army now at the age of 22.
I’m actually
kind of encouraged by all my brothers in India to join the army, reason being,
even thy want to join their army; they may not qualify for it. India, with a
population of more than 1 billion, how can thy government expect to make it
mandatory? So thinking from the bright side, it’s an honor isn’t it?
But coming
back to think again, what will I do with this 2 years? Or after this 2 years?
Continue to study? Or getting into a job and work my life off? I know what I
want; I want to open a restaurant maybe in India maybe in whatever place I feel
obligated to, I want to publish a book (which currently I’m working on), I want
to engage with project that helps orphanages in India, get approach by ‘Find me
a Singaporean’ to film on my project in India and many more, how many is really
realistic for me to do it?
2 years of
training in army, will I be able to handle it? Will I slim down? Will I grow
out of it? Will I die from it?
“After
army, you are going to work right son?”
This
sentence has been revolving around my thoughts for the past few weeks, and yes,
my maa had said it? After a major operation on her spine, she has been
recuperating at home, and you know how it is, normally when you rest for such
long time, you will feel that you don’t wish to start your work anymore, you
just wanna retired, and for my maa, she should be a housewife long ago, and not
work at this age to support me and my brother, I want her to retire too, but
will I be able to get a job to feed my family? Will I be able to handle it
comes into the question again. Will I be able to really let my maa have good
life after?
If, I said
If, if I’m able to do it, have a good job, earn lots of money, then how about
my studies? Stopping at diploma? I don’t want to be that old man, getting his
degree at a age of 90, I want to enjoy my hostel life, I want to study, get a
degree, and of course get married! I’m not young anymore; seriously, who the
hell does not get marry at the age of 22? In India, I should have 2 kids by
now.
So, project
coordinator for 2014 India Immersion Programme in NITRKL?
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