The Artisan Retread…..a depict

It’s about an Artisan. An artisan who never disturbed by the turmoil what the life gave it to him. He was never been a protagonist neither he had any whip hand onto his life. It sailed on its way, it directed him on its way and it pushed him onto his back to do anything. The question arises why to call him an artisan then. Well because this chronicle isn’t about the artisan himself, its artisan retreads.

The story began when the artisan made his way to agricultural field at his early age. As I already he hadn’t any thought what life was all about and what was waiting for him afterwards. He was confounded by the chances awaiting just front of him. Some of those encounters might prove to be dicey for him but he took a agile decision to go on as he still doing for the premature days and during those hasty days. He made up his psyche for the tread and decided to go on. A tread which was conspicuously new for him to be looked and to be tasted. He couched his mind up for the next life was going to assign for him. So he kept his feet to move in the institute. A new environ, some new faces which he would never been expected to be with and some new thoughts which were moiling hard in his mind. The very first days were full of quandary. What to get, what not to get these questions are out of his mind. He was flying on a high. And why not? This new world seemed boosting for him on those days. Years passed, artisan made a new change to his life, he learnt the way to behave, the way to babble to his friends which he never had previously. He entered into a new earth. Years passed. The artisan was truly getting accustomed to his chosen world of agricultural engineering, a way of bringing novel automations and techniques. The clock meter is moving very fast. Artisan was getting older to his bailiwick. He perceived the way to struggle for survival in this arena. Arena where populate like him can never been called as gifted or an adroit! Hence, he made up his mind to struggle as his precursors were also took the same route. He wasn’t trying to be a rebel, wasn’t trying to be a man who knew too much too. This was a brink and he again feeling some hesitation to made his mind up. But how can he be a rebel! His hands were manacled by the situation and by the ambience. He decided to go with the flow. He made up his mind to be inside the arena for another 2 years. It was a challenge for him to be taken again and an area to be explored again. GATE was waiting for him and so as he as it seemed. This part of his life was full of his admirations. He sometimes tried to get an essence of his field in corporate. He was cogitating that whole thing up again. Certainly as I said he hadn’t such craggy heart to make up. So he let them all down. Not even tried to go against the flux.

It wasn’t new for him to be somewhere to find it’s attributes in a newer way. But of course for a place which he dreamt for his whole life mattered for him most. He stepped inside it slowly and again adhering all his scattered dreams. And why not, if the name of his new destination is IIT Kharagpur. A fresh journey begun because the things the artisan compiled before was having a lot much divergent than what he got here. He was pretty much unaware about the schedules which he had to face here. A hectic one in any sense and having a clear demarcation to his earlier one. He took his time to settle things up. Enjoyed the enormous grandeur dispersed up here, tried to take the best out of them and uses the resources to match with the mainstream of such grandeur. In spite of that this person never knew that is he actually reached on the cusp. Time was unarrestable as always. Two years passed just like a moment. Now this is the actual time for him to think about his outcomes of 6 years of loitering down the arena, a tenacious journey. He wasn’t distressed for that but he started asking his soul about his quandaries. All speculations hadn’t taken a long way and time starts favoring him. He caught the string of needs of the present situation and hulled his path to some other treads which haven’t any far-flung relations with his discipline. An artisan retreads. Retreads in such a way which is not an unusual where he did stand. Hence nobody ever wants to find out why this artisan retreads, not even about his picks for his section. Can anybody answer his quandaries; can anybody answer him where did he stand if he never been retreaded?