Chronicles...April'13

In the early morning hours from my room's window, I see the tiny red euphoria flowers shinning in full gleam, fresh from the morning dew and basking in the warmth of the early morning sun. With a pause I look at them silently, yawn and get lost in my thoughts. It seems ages since I touched flowers, smelled them and saw the bees buzzing around. In between the thoughts, I turn my back and have a look at the wall clock. It seems to be staring hard at me. Immediately I get up from my bed and splash the water straight on my face, as it’s already late.Finally I am awake, away from the dreamy mornings.

I get ready before I am late for office. Eat my breakfast and stand decked up, all set to leave. Many a times I have to take the metro and inside it’s same as the bees in the beehive, everybody is almost on the top of each other. Thanks to the thoughtful Delhi government that we women are privileged enough to have a separate coach else it would have been a big chaos. Despite the mad crowd, it’s usually a lonely start to the mornings. People read to themselves or listen to music. Some are glued to their mobile and sometimes, silently greet the blokes, whom they see every day while travelling. Many a times they know each other by face but, yet they are strangers.

I reach office, smiling faces, full of energy are all around but, then there are some, tired and seem as if they are burdened not by work but with their life. Some of them fake things quite well, their mind is all the time occupied with calculations and planning of all sought and then there are few like me, sometimes perky and sometimes expressionless and hard for others to decipher (mood swings…no I’m not on drugs). The gallons of work followed by the relaxed sips of tea and pepped up by the chatters and not to miss the lunch time where one keeps the dieting plans at bay just sums up the entire day. Between all this sometimes comes a thought, why can’t things slow down a little, why can’t the tea breaks be a little longer, why can’t the boss wait for the project reports and weekly analysis.

It’s the evening time; even the sun seems slothful now. I move back, this time a little fatigued after spending one long day at work which seemed much longer than the years I have lived and then all of a sudden it sounds wacky, a little senseless. 

I reach back home, walking through the groves. I see Birds flying to their nests, little children moving back to their pads after long hours of play and now here I am, in my room. I look by my window side, it’s all dark.

My girl friend

I saw the skies a million times
I felt the breeze in the cold mines
But, it was you my morning dew
Who became among my chosen few
You are bright as sunshine and soulful as the euphony of chimes
You are a sweet friend with whom I can spend the refulgent times.

As they say "Friends pick us up when we fall down and if they can't pick us up, they lie down and listen for a while".

We all have a bunch of friends who are there with us through all odds. A crazy lot with whom we can laugh, cry, drink, scream, loiter around and do whatever insanity crosses our mind at any point of time. I too have a big group of friends but then there is this one person I love immensely. My partner in crime, my lovely girl friend.

When I look back all these years, it seems unbelievable that how have we survived this, because honestly I am a difficult person to handle at times.

The first time we met, was a boring mechanical workshop class where everybody was busy making his own score. In the second row there I was, all nervous, sitting with some alien looking creature, who hardly spoke and had eyes "as big as the jumbo buttons we had on our school blazer" and she was sitting on the last bench, busy doing some silly stuff. She turned up to me, we had a formal introduction and that evening when I returned to my hostel, I found her to be a hosteler as well. That was the beginning.

This was followed by a lot of new and interesting developments, some mad trips, sluggish mornings, crazy night outs, late vivas and the wrecking exam times ;)

She has always been there in the frame, either with me or behind me.

Today nearly after six years, things have partly changed; we are geographically separated but what remains same is the madness we had then and the madness we still share.