as if it were only yesterday, those splendid days of yore

It feels crazy the way my stomach still  churns when i bump into a friend from school after nearly a decade. Many summers have connived to distort the innocent candid faces that sashayed joy and despair in the same breath. Yet, the smiles beam - on recognizing a school friend and reminiscing the times spent laughing, bickering , bantering.  Gee !! All  we could care for was getting a free period, winning chalk fights and scampering trying to finish homeworks. Right from the morning drills in the assembly that all loathed to the tomfoolery in the bus lines at the end of the day, our worlds were painted  in a myriad bunch of dazzling colors. And in the din, each of us had endeavored to build a firm foundation to  paint the magnum opus' our lives are today.

It seems only a fleeting instant back, we were kids running amok in shorts and skirts and now the same brats transformed into comely  men and women walking down the aisle, taking vows of ageless amalgamation.

Amongst us, there are plenty still dazed - harking on those days of grandiose and the rest who find such speaking frivolous and futile. Yet that which underlines the essence is the fact that - All of us are forms and impressions of one another, entwined inextricably by a common strand - our alma mater. 

p.s. bumped into shweta and tarun @ spice today.  

legilimens !!

I lay in a shack

Sleepless, blowing candles.

When the beast barged in

And let slip to me I m marked

Shoved me into an alley

Owls and cats plenty.

I had a wand, brandished it at dudley

Dread nearly snuffing ickle duddydums

I could whoooz n fly, I could brew pallid potions

I mushroomed and matured as I glimpsed into the mirror

The red head and the muggle

Helped me salvage the prized stone.

Tarantula’s prey I would have been

But for the convertible we had sneaked.

Down a deep vent I went

To battle a savage serpent.

The best man broke free

My bedfellow’s rodent on the flee.

Veins in my entire body shiver as I visualized

How close I had come to be kissed

Bewildered I stood, the tongue un expectantly

Turned blue and I confronted a dragon.

Touched the abyss of the lake

To retrieve my mate.

The maze set me in a stupor

Centaurs and sphinxes were not surreal

To Riddle I had to riposte

Echoes cued me to action in the grave orchard.

The brute professor, the revolting army,

The loss to the veil, the jolting oracle.

I would have to murder to remain alive

Uncheerupable and quarrelsome became I

Arduously worked with the epitome of magic

Revealed that the enemy’s soul was scattered.

The apostate who had begged and felt remorse

Crept, and my mentor purported dead.

The wrap up is under construction…

I m flying high….

Wink wink………

sad ?? happy ?? sad agn ??

Were it easy to make choices -with no fallouts or missed opportunities- would u flirt with your dreams. And if all your dreams started fructifying, wouldn't these splendid dreams suddenly become very boring. Am I missing something very basic to the argument!!

Already 24 februarys passed and still wonder at times what needs to be done to succeed. Rather what in fact is success.

Is following a trail laid down by some ghostly specter and managing not to stumble, success ?? it might load you with the wherewithal and the means to splurge. But would you be able to resist following the same trail of that alluring ghost when it comes to the manner in which you spend your booty. Just because the neighbor has a Jacuzzi you want one installed too, irrespective of the fact that you only bath once a week. This tendency to emulate others is now entrenched in all of us, the fact that all of us try to deny this accusation, just reinforces it :) One might argue that men in the past have scaled daunting peaks and to be able to match up to those, is success in its own right. Those men faced challenges, came up with solutions which we now blindly and mechanically follow. Y ?? But isn't that why in the first place a society was established- to barter and trade skills and experiences.

What other option to success ?? Tread towards somewhere yet unexplored ?? The odds are heavily loaded against achieving " Success". If one cannot even define success, from where would he derive the determination to move towards it.

Wikipedia gives 3 definitions of success - a level of social status, achievement of objective and opposite of failure. Already tried to reason y the first one is improper. Achievement of objective - this definitely cannot be the definition of success coz objectives are compounded in multiple layers. Aspirations do not exhaust out.

if u r dumb than 100 people, u are at d same time smarter than 1000 people ..




And the last one - opposite of failure - is mere hogwash.....

Could one justify tiptoeing through life to arrive safely at death ?? Does it add credence to the argument and to our existence ?.

would one be all happy happy who claims to walk uncharted expanses or would he be morose in the face of the innumerable challenges that beset his strides ?




Only if someone had some answers !!