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Musings of a Pioneer: Master of my Destiny! Master of my Life!

Summers had arrived with a vengeance. This is the time when increasingly hotter days are interspersed with sprinkling of relatively cooler ones through dust storms, and occasionally a few drops of rain. It was one such pleasant morning, when I noticed birds flying in the sky. There were also a few eagles circling the sky in ever increasing smaller circles.

A few memories surfaced.

I had attended many rail accidents during my professional life as a railway officer. Those were not the days of remote-control operation of the four hydraulic jacks used to lift a derailed coach or wagon. Staff would stand at the four corners of the vehicle and shout out in a sing-song voice ‘hadia’ or ‘hadd’, depending upon whether he wanted the jack in his corner to be lifted or lowered or stopped. The four staff and the hydraulic jack operator would be immersed in the activity, oblivious to the climate or the environment around.

Another memory is that of labourers straining not so developed muscles while performing a hard task like lifting a heavy object all the while singing ‘dum laga ke haisha’. This ditty would make them forget the pain of exertion, and they would complete the assigned task within no time, waiting for the master to pay them a paltry sum.

These were, and continue to be, people, who fight for their sustenance every day of their lives, uncomplainingly, not only believing, but with an implicit trust in a supreme power, that they would certainly overcome some day. I have yet to meet such a person come to me with a complaint against the Supreme being.

The same way that the birds were soaring in the sky, not for an exhilarating experience. They too need to work hard for their daily sustenance. They too need to forage for their food. But they never complain. They seem happy in doing what nature has intended them to do. They too are masters of their life.

I continued contemplating. Is my life going nowhere! Am I not free to do what I want! These were only a few of the emotions flitting through my mind, making me restless.

I met a family a few years back. They had fallen on tough times due to the pandemic. They wanted their son to continue studies but did not have the resources for the school fee. They had dreams for future, which seemed distant and elusive. I am happy that my wife and I could be of some use to them. The young boy is now in the tenth standard and wants to be an astronaut.

Each day of our lives, we find ourselves slaves of our life and destiny, thrown into the cesspool of petty biases of gender, caste, creed, religion.

Lord Krishna tells Arjun in Chapter 18, Verse 63, इति ते ज्ञानमाख्यातं गुह्याद्गुह्यतरं मया।
विमृश्यैतदशेषेण यथेच्छसि तथा कुरु॥ – I have imparted you the knowledge, deliberate over it and then wisely choose the action that you want to take. Each individual has the power to choose the course of action to make a better life.

We have the power. We should, and we will change the heading of our life to Master of my Destiny! Master of my life!

About the Writer

Sanjay started his professional journey as an electrical engineer with the Indian Railways Services. But he chose to drive the course of his life in later years, leaving a secure job to join the private sector and eventually pursue his entrepreneurial dreams.

Along the way, he realised that there was a storyteller within him – every communication in his life was a story in itself! Sanjay has published three books – Behind Closed Doors, murder mystery (2023), The Gymnast, contemporary fiction (2022), and The Life and Times of a Common Man, memoirs (2019).

Sanjay now sees stories all around him. Writing has become a passion, and he has finally become a storyteller. He is also a traveller, a book lover and an amateur photographer. Sanjay also assists companies with strategy consulting and arbitration, and conducts workshops on creative writing.

Musings of a Pioneer: Empathy!

It might have been around 1965. One afternoon, returning from the market in Aligarh in my father’s jeep, we stopped at a red signal. One car, driven at a very high speed, coming from right to left, jumped the signal. He hit a cyclist, and another man crossing the road on the left side, and possibly a few others as well. I can still remember those who had fallen. But the driver did not stop.

This left such an impression on my tender 6 year old mind, that I fear crossing even a traffic signal which is green for me, unless I have fully ascertained that no vehicle is moving in any other direction.

Over the years, as I have roamed the globe quite extensively, I have noticed an inherent disregard for traffic rules in the Indian subcontinent, where everyone on the road assumes that only they have the right of way. People in other parts of the world are not so callous.

One time we were travelling back from a project site to Addis Ababa in Ethiopia, a drive of more than 500 kilometres. I must have dozed off and woke up with a start when I heard a loud thud. Our vehicle had hit an old man at some speed. As per the sequence narrated to me by colleagues travelling with me, the old man was at fault.

My Indian mind was scared, and as the road was deserted, I am ashamed to recall that I, and probably a few of those sitting in the rear, implored the driver to rush from the spot. Reluctantly he tried to move, when out of nowhere the nearby villagers rushed in. Local policemen took us to the village police station for our own safety. We requested to be permitted to leave as we had to catch a flight.

The local policemen eventually decided to let us go, but with the stipulation that one of them would accompany us to Addis; the driver would then have to return to the village the next morning with the policeman for the law to take its course.

The local driver was persistent that he should be arrested as he had committed an accident.

Another time, I travelled to Switzerland. One early morning we were picked up by our host around six. On a deserted junction, our host cum driver stopped at a red traffic signal even though no vehicles were visible in any direction. We stood there till the light turned green.

I have seen vehicles waiting patiently on the crowded Sukhomvit in Bangkok, and even in other cities elsewhere, if even a single pedestrian has stepped on to the zebra to cross the road. No driver would honk impatiently instigating the driver in the front to run over the hapless pedestrian.

To me these instances across the globe have been revealing, as I continue to see law being broken with impunity by even the very powerful on our roads. Bhagavad Gita says आत्मौपम्येन सर्वत्र समं पश्यति योऽर्जुन| सुखं वा यदि वा दु:खं स योगी परमो मत:|| – We should consider the well-being of others as our own.

A little empathy towards others would make the world a better place!

About the Writer

Sanjay started his professional journey as an electrical engineer with the Indian Railways Services. But he chose to drive the course of his life in later years, leaving a secure job to join the private sector and eventually pursue his entrepreneurial dreams.


Along the way, he realised that there was a storyteller within him – every communication in his life was a story in itself! Sanjay has published three books – Behind Closed Doors, murder mystery (2023), The Gymnast, contemporary fiction (2022), and The Life and Times of a Common Man, memoirs (2019).


Sanjay now sees stories all around him. Writing has become a passion, and he has finally become a storyteller. He is also a traveller, a book lover and an amateur photographer. Sanjay also assists companies with strategy consulting and arbitration, and conducts workshops on creative writing.