Arugudi

"This sulemani is the only highlight of today macha" said Aarav, lifting his tea from the glass topped showcase of the Metropole cafe, in the busy streets of Shivajinagar in Bangalore. "It was a day filled with oscillations between finding technical glitches and frequent visits to the boss's chamber with numerous reports and updates. Any person who has survived long enough in our world would understand the drill..." he said with his voice trailing off at the end of the sentence, subtly hinting at the lack of interest I had, in his chosen field of computers. With the beautiful orange ball of fire setting behind the tall glass buildings at a distance, I was in no mood for a battle of interests with a person so passionate about computers, that he could literally live with one, his whole life. "I caught those last words...And yeah, Live with it..." I said, playfully punching him on his right shoulder to create an impact.  "What plans this weekend?...

They say, "I never cry", but I often ask, "should I?" Is there a desire to suffice, before I grab my one last try. Have I found my life's calling, or fallen to the sitch's demanding? With dubiety always mounting, like in a whirlpool's surrounding. There is a need for emotions to flow, Time for the fresh winds to blow, Some expectations will be gutted, Acceptance might be slow. There is always hope, Or so I feel whenever I glope.  Yet I ask myself a reason to cry, When I still have my one last try.

Twenty hours, thirty one minutes and forty three seconds before the most memorable farewell moment arrived, I was involved in an animated discussion with my partners in crime in Room number 69 of the Crescent moon shaped building we called 'ADDA'. My talented special ops team of ultimate bhukkads and piyakkads was suggesting the greatest of ideas to stealthily complete my secret mission of smuggling a case of beer cans into our room. The best plan of the lot was suggested by Guru, whose idea was to tip toe my way in through the lowly constructed parapet conviniently located at the Northeastern corner of the campus. With Pandu gobbling up the last of the biscuits from the packet of Parle G strategically placed in the middle of the table, equidistant from everyone's reach, our discussion came to an abrupt halt with all the eyes in the room, turning towards the last piece of biscuit, loosely held between my index and middle finger, waiting for its holy dip in the concoction of...

I'm not the one I was yesterday Neither the one I'll be tommorow The art of living just dawned on me To always smile and live life with a dream Fun filled days might be few But solutions to problems are never new Stories of life, often many in number Realizations I miss always in my slumber Reality is something I never wish to encounter My dream world is a place so surreal, I wonder By the time the shadow of happiness fades away I should have lived life fully my way