He has got passion in his pocket!!

 Can we carry around our Passion in our pockets and be on the top of our day to day jobs.

This story, is not mine to tell. It is my husband’s! However I will narrate it anyways because my mind was blown.

My husband has been super passionate about music especially about the great A R Rahaman.  Absolutely adores him. He does follow his music and him as a person. On one of his regular newspaper crawl in the morning, he found out there were Platinum tickets to ARR’s concert. He quickly booked tickets for himself after he saw me calculating the probability of me joining him for more than hour. He was not missing it for anything. 

A few days to the concert he realised he has that important walk through call with L1 team at 6:30 on the evening of the concert. I half expected him to say. I am going to cancel the tickets. Instead he said “Should be fine. Will figure something out.” 

On the day of the concert, we went over the plan of his travel. He would take the train in the noon to Mysore and then return back by bus soon after the concert. We Made a lot of plan As and Bs. Nowhere in the plans did it mention he will abort the concert if it gets bad. I secretly admired his confidence. I promised to pick him up however late it got from the bus stop once he gets back.

I get a call at 1pm saying he might miss the train. I again thought to myself. He is going to come back if he doesn’t get the train. 

To his luck, his Uber auto got him to the station minutes before the train left. He made it. He was 1 step closer to his dream of seeing ARR face to face. At 4pm, he calls me and I heard a lot of background noise. Couldn’t hear him through the noise. We did exchange a bit of heated words across blaming each others network. Later we found out his AirPods were not working fine hence the background noise. Oh No! I thought, “He is definitely not going to be able to make it for the call”. After this I got a bunch of messages, saying he reached the venue and all about the concert and sent a few pics a few hours later. I wondered, he must have skipped the call. He must be displeased. Anyways long story short he went with PlanA. He made it home by 1:30 am. 

The time or the tiredness he didn’t talk about. HE talked in lengths about the magical concert. He said he had tears in his eyes when ARR entered the stage. I could feel the passion. And me with the mind of a data engineer, felt things not add up right . He is over the moon, he attended the concert but nowhere he talks about the call. He is supposed to have a hint of disappointment. I finally asked, “How did the call go”. His eyes lit up. It went awesome he said. “I took it from a near by cloth shop”, he said. He asked the shopkeeper if he could take the call there. The shopkeeper saar gladly agreed. He set up his phone. And there in the middle of nowhere, in a tiny cloth shop, he took a video call in loud speaker with the L1Team presenting about the future of his site. There were a few inquisitive little children from the street, crowding around him looking at the foreigners on the tiny mobile screen. Shopkeeper handled a few customers as well, while there were large exchange of big technical Jagrans going on at the back of his shop. “Wierd night”. He must have thought. After the 30 min call that went surprisingly well, my husband was deeply thankful to that shopkeeper for his empathetic gesture. He bought a fancy looking Wrangler shirt from his shop as a token of gratitude. With an oddly satisfied heart he made his way to the concert, which was just a 15min stroll away, he was just in time to witness the dream of his lifetime.

Ah! There are so many things I yearn to be. And I now want to be as passionate as he!

Signing off,

Story-teller Mabre!