Life Aghast!



It has been more than 3 long weeks since my fingers went into the rhythm of feeling the keys of my prodigiously insane lappy. All these days were spent either on memorizing the ways on how I would create my own brand on the shelves of some crappy department store where idiotic consumers would shed out their hard earned bucks for getting themselves robbed or creating balance sheets and P/Ls which never bothered to balance at all.
       
These were the days where I developed a inclination towards creating (or rather fooling) consumers and had bred a contempt to all numbers in the world, thanks to the unscrupulous tallying prowess I possessed. 

So, my days of freedom, I thought was just a falsified veil of happiness. From the day I reached home, time was passing as if it was just the duration of a wink of the eye. With this thought in mind, I was just lying low, or rather was made to lie low as the happiness and feelings of being home was dampened as I tore days off from the calendar.

The journey seemed ages to finish reaching back to place of wonders, taking into account when things of that sort seemed happening.

What lay in front of me seemed to be vast as an ocean, what life had to offer seemed to be mysterious and it is when I felt that it is just going to get fine in a matter of time. Like everyone, I have been thinking to take studies seriously. It has been years and years of resolution, which seemed like a promise unkempt.

The extreme warfare I had done with books made remind myself of wounded soldier on the battleground, eager to leave the field into the comfy warmth of the bed at home had to offer. But the warrior in me wanted to wage more battles, which I was sure that would rip open the unhealed wounds of the wars of the yesteryear.

Hostel ka Pehla Din

Disclaimer: All characters here are real time living people. To protect their identity, names have been omitted!!!



Pop!!

A notification on Facebook! I felt like getting the first drops of rain on a barren land. With hours of sitting in front of my laptop and doing nothing other than switching windows from Assassin’s Creed and Facebook, I got a response from the virtual world.

Ezio was not able to progress the mission to obtain the Apple of Eden and none of my friends on the other side of the virtual world seemed existent.

The notification glowed red and the mouse pointer moved in haste to open up the hidden treasure wrapped within.

The page moderator had accepted my entry into the institute’s FB page.
It would be the start to networking with peers, all of whom I believe would be along with me, from the time of entry to the corporate world to, well only God knows till when.

Around 50 members were there in the community, all involved in heated arguments regarding whether to join or not.

My entry time seemed good. They were involved in shooting questions about whereabouts of alumni, placement prospects, college facilities and last but not least ‘daaru’ availability and opportunities.

Scrolling through the page, I felt the urge to check out who all were going to be seated besides me in the large amphitheater styled classrooms (I got this news from the that heated argument)

The next click opened up to the world of my ‘future classmates’. As a normal human being, first thing as any man would do, I too did the same- eve hunting. With the satisfaction of spotting a couple of good looking ones, I did what the next top priority ought to be- searching people from the God’s own country. My eyes went from top to bottom of the page searching in vain until I found a name resembling a local name. To confirm, I entered into the person’s personal virtual space earmarked for the public.

He was from my own state, lived almost 5 kms from the place where I previously lived and studied in one of the most prestigious schools of that particular city. Thus went the click on the ‘add friend’ link, the first friend request to the my soon-to-be classmates.

One minute passed, two minutes passed. Poof came the change in the notification tab. Mr. Local had accepted my friend request. After a short Hi and Hello, followed by small intros from both sides, we bade each other goodbye and went on with our own piece of life.

Soon, my cursor point went and clicked many a ‘add friend’ tabs and it seemed many of them too did the same. Friend requests were piling in and after a long time, my FB was active. Really active.

Chats and discussions seemed to make that miles apart feeling nearer and nearer.

The day was nearing and the threshold of excitement was at its peak. Everyone was thrilled on the prospect of meeting and making new friends, intended for a lifetime.

As the days got closer, more and more people were joining the group. My friend list was filling in with new faces. These new faces, within a small span of time became close buddies. You never know, meeting people from Srinagar, Guwahati, Thiruvananthapuram and Ahmedabad , whom you would be meeting in person in a few days seemed fun. All of them would soon be under one roof, fighting the way out to the make it to the other side victoriously.

But the flipside was that the thrill and excitement of meeting new people has died down and meeting the bodily incarnation of the virtual existences has sprouted up.

As excited as excited can be, I packed my bags and set forth to the new destination. My mobile was constantly beeping with real-time updates of group check-ins at various airports in the country. Their friend from the south too boarded the flight with the zeal of best hopes and expectations.

At the gates!!

The gate was wide open and I set foot on the place where, life was to happen for the next 2 years.

I walked with my documents towards the door of the most happening place of the 1st day. The registration room.

The door was slightly ajar. I walked into the amphitheater styled room and over a 100 pair of eyes made contact with this towering personality. I scanned the room and caught the eye of many of the familiar faces I knew from the virtual world.

Post registration, I was struggling to get all luggage from the taxi and get them to my room. Somehow, all that occupied the boot was hauled upstairs and was to occupy the dingy downstairs of my cot. After the last bit of cloth found its place in the cupboard, I dragged myself to visit the dining hall for a cup of coffee, just for that little bit of caffeine.

Climbing down the stairs and walking to get my caffeine boost, all I saw was not new faces, but faces that were very much known to me, on the virtual world.

Distances seemed inexistent in the world that is so connected. People seemed close in the virtual realm and never so outside.

Walking towards dining hall, I was all praises for the virtual world and was getting ready to face the real world which would soon be unleashing its wrath upon the innocent and unsuspecting.


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We, by name!



My first attempt at poetry!

From the land of people who eyed the sides,
Comes the world of new insights,
China by name, shot to fame
The world envies them all and glories the Wall

Poles apart, lay the country
The next door neighbour, Russia by name
From Slavs to Czars to Putin put to pain,
All evils slain, lives the Kremlin in all the hearts

With outstretched arms, redeeming the glory of the tragic past
Christ the Redeemer stands tall,
‘Ordem e Progresso’ being their motto
Brazil by name, progress is their foot game

Apartheid and racism led affront,
Life at the land was all affrays,
Led by a man of wisdom and might,
The Rainbow Nation saw it all
The cradle of humankind still plays its lullabies
And shelters them all irrespective
As the name of the cape beseeches hope and faith
 The land at the tip of the dark continent outshines the past

Beyond the Pampas, there lies a history,
A civilization that led light,
Argentina was a name of the men,
Valorous by all means and it shall remain

Sizzling Mexican salsa sauces to the platter,
Foodies all the life, way ahead in the minds
Lies the blood curdling wails let aloud by a tragic past,
No longer remains the darkness but the glow that leads kindly light

Where 18000 islands are separated at a distance,
Where Flora and fauna thrive in abundance,
Lies the epicentre of the turbulences of the world,
But binding by heart is way what Indonesia is

The home of the entity that was bitten by an apple,
The land of the morning calm keeps its calm,
Be it during the black memories with the invaders
Or with like-named sibling
South Korea has it all with its S(e)oul at the helm
To climb the peak of the world with all its grace

Christened from the name of the king himself,
Was born a country in the east of the world
They know life’s upside down when at war
Digging deep into the history is
The country of invasions with a blood spilled history
Philippines by name, they shall win

History seems the same for them all,
He too lived a life of turmoil
Being the reason of the change, here lies a glorified tradition
This is Malaysia, truly Asia

The grandeur of the Arab charms is nowhere to be seen,
The land, sacred for the Jews, lay a path for the astray
The brilliance of the nation lies within
In the hearts and minds of them, the Israelis

Divided amongst the two continents
Lies a land of wonders and East’s mercenary to the West,
With a vast cultural diversity and profound integrity,
 Turkey by name, lies within is centuries of richness


The Brown Eyed Boy

Disclaimer: The material posted here has resemblance to a person who is very much alive. All that is posted here is with his consent and approval. 

                           
                                                                  
                           Walking towards me was a tall, lanky bespectacled young man with looks that he seems very calm and reserved : there goes the first impression about this person. He had curly hair, curly enough to become a labyrinth for an insect that got in by sheer ill-fate.

                            That was our first rendezvous. I looked at my classmate-to-be. His eyes were his striking feature: hazel brown colored. With a sly smile, he said goodbye and parted our ways till the class started.

                           A hand landed on my shoulders on my walk to the hostel after I bade goodbye to parents. I turned around, lo and behold, with the same sly smile , stood the brown eyed boy. The ‘classmate-to-be’ had become my classmate for the next 2 loooong years. While walking together, I noticed his animated expressions of answering me about how his journey was. Vibes from him, I felt, had bound me and him.

                         The lankiness in him was just a misjudged prejudice that I had. A song, a surge of energy and the next thing I found was the brown eyed boy swaying to the tunes of hit Bollywood and Tollywood numbers. The guy was full of energy. His legs jumped to life, his hands were swaying with ultimate grace. He was a dancer par excellence.

                           Soon, I understood that he was a trained Carnatic singer and a genius when it came to studies. Now was the time when I thought that ‘did I run into the company of the wrong sort?’    

                             Well, I know to differentiate between the right and wrong sort.
                       
                             Indeed an acquaintance had become a friend!!! 
           

                            

Its hard to let it go!





           Dedicated to all those who loved and couldn’t make it to the other side. 




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           ‘Yes

            He said.

            The anxious gang of friends hovering around were eager to hear from him about the breaking news.

             His friends were constantly bugging him with the name of a girl ever since she cast giveaway glances at him. He was sitting in the college cafeteria while she, the most prettiest girl in the class, shot an eye at him , others seemed virtually nonexistent.


              Ever since that day, she and he have never missed a chance to exchange glances without the other noticing. 
      
              He often saw her turn away when she understood that he had caught her eye. 

              Eagerness was at the maximum for the gang as the time approached when he said, ‘I love her‘. 

              The expectation was on air for some time, but the gang exhilarated on hearing his confession. 
               
              The gang was pretty sure that no girl would turn down the proposal from the studious handsome hunk of the batch. But the way how she would react to something which revolved around her life was in critical doubts and totally unpredictable. 

               Slowly, they got back into business(studies), leaving no room for love. Hellos and byes became a monotonous routine He barely got a chance beyond the greetings, but the course of life made him accustomed to the way it was.

               Life is too short when it comes to passage of time and shorter it is when it comes to college duration. The joining, first eye to eye contact, the one way love and the photo session after the convocation seemed to pass with the duration of a blink of the eye.

               The moment she was out of sight, he felt his heart burdened and was overpowered with grief. The journey from the college to the airport, sitting in the lounge, the flight and even the over-attractive Jet Airways cabin crew seemed uninteresting to him. All that mattered to him was her. The next time he would be seeing her,she might be someone else’s. .


                Vowing that he would rip her from his heart, he tried to console himself and accept the reality. Awaiting the bright future that was lying ahead, he wiped the tears that welled up in eye and opened up for a bright future!!


                 

                 

  -2-

                     There are no wounds that time can’t heal.  The wound had healed over a period of 2 years. He, though felt numb on the thoughts of loosing opportunities that he had missed or rather couldn’t capitalize, was almost out of the grief stricken mood waves. 

                      The work place pressure kept building up as the days passed and he barely had time for thinking anything else. The pressure could be related proportionally to the fat pay check credited to his account every month. As per the law of diminishing marginal utility , the more money he had, he found lesser avenues to utilize it. 


                        Life had to go on. He, too had to move on. 

                        To keep up with the pace of life.
                        To be contended with what he had and not with what he wanted.

—-Epilogue—-

                         ‘ Son, I know what it feels when you say you are in love. But I daresay, be bold with your stand. Or else you will experience the turmoil that me and mom had to undergo.‘ 

                          With a wink, he dropped his son at the airport where he would board the flight to the same city, to go to the same institute to begin a new term of management of his career and ‘life’. Where it all started!!

  
                       

        


               
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It started just like that….

           

           Thank you, God for making me feel to do this at least now. 

           Thank you, Deepak Gopalakrishnan aka ‘Chuck‘ for being an inspiration, I have gone through all your works (well, I know that you don’t know me, but still…)

            Thank you, Mom, Dad & Arun
                  
            Thank you, fellow OOEHSians, SBOAns, VIDYAites, T.I.M.Ers and Great Lakers (esp. Karthick ‘Superman‘ian, a “blogging” genius, but not otherwise 😉 kidding :P)
                    
            At last, I present before you, my personal, hand(typed)written, brainchild…. MY BLOG. 
                 
            After years of laziness and haphazardly thinking of what would I be writing if I were to start blogging, I finally sat in front of my laptop. Gazing into the distance and back onto the screen, I let my mind wander loose, untouched by the ”progress” of my day-to-day activities.

             Lost in thoughts and making my mind empty, I felt myself reeling side by side on the banks of a river adrift with all my memories (all what I could recollect)

             Be it the turmoil, anguish and grief it had caused or be it the elation or sheepishness it made, I was happy that I could revisit my past and revitalize the energy within.

             A trigger would only go in, cultivate thoughts and bring a smile on your face,
                                                             only when you have time, 
                                                             only when you have nothing to do.

             Especially when it is on the eve of your exam…..