first quarter
just realized - me and my friends have completed living through the first murky quarter of our murky lives and surprisingly it seems nothing like what it had promised to be when we were still young and innocent....
talking about innocence...if there is really such a thing coz some older people seem to think we lost it the day a certain lady bit into a certain fruit that i dont particularly like...somewhere over the last five years we seem to have lost it, and we realize it only now as we stand on the threshold of the scary bit of out lives - adulthood.
sometimes when i look back i get a certain scary feeling running down my spine-the sort when one looks down into a smoky chasm while standing on a clifftop on a particularly stormy nite.i see a shadow standing in the dark - and i dont quite recognize it. i realize now the feeling is not singular.the oldest and dearest of my friends feel the same - so do the sane ones as well as the control freaks.i dont know whether the wise ones of this world have a term for this - i'd call it the Tween Syndrome.
none of us recognize that person - coz that person would never do the things that we have done - got dangerously stoned on new year's eve n argued over the manufacturing rights of a silly bhujia maker - haldiram's or uncle chips....
- went into a shady redlite area with a fellow gajakhor on the trail of exotic grass
- spent an entire christmas eve on the road riding with friends whom we have barely known for a few weeks...
- went on blind-dates with guys/gals we met on that eternal source of confused love-lives - Orkut...
i dont think that person who stands in the shadows had that much guts...i dont think anyone of us did...and yet as we stand here today waiting for our turn to walk over the thin red line - we are shit scared.at least i am...and so are my soul-mates...dear ones without whom this first quarter of my bloody murky life would have never been such a great mess and be utterly bland and boring...thanx for making my life a celebration of tragedies and comedies...thanx for laughing with me over jokes - silly, cruel and pjs as well.thanx for all the great times we spent together even being far way from each other....and thanx for rescuing my life from being a regular shit hole - at least its an interesting shit-hole right now...
when did we exactly start being so gutsy...i dont think any of us remember that exact bloody moment when we suddenly decided to lose it and our brain short-circuited with our hearts....
as for me i guess i lost it the day dad left us for a second family.i didnt think over it at that time.i put it on one of the several thousand dusty shelves inside the attic of my brain and put several heavy books on it to press it down...hoping it would eventually dissapear or something...instead it grew silver-worms in its spines...n its dusty leaves crumpled and dusted down all the other books around.now its time to bring it out into the sun n give it some air...deal with it as a bull-fighter would - by the horns...the problem is i am no bull-fighter...i am an amateur poet. and i got too much love running through my veins...all of us do.it is like a congenital affliction of the human race.we got too much love yet got no one to attack it with.found no aliens in the outer confines of this vast universe as of yet.the only aliens i cud think of rite now would be a few characters who are perpetually covered with chalk dust and self-glorification.if there was one WMD bush shud've destroyed it shud have been this...it creates too many unnecessary complications...
the world and mother nature seem to have lost it too along with me and my dear friends...innocence and sanity i mean...virginity was never an issue.we lost it the day sharon stone crossed and un-crossed her legs for michael douglas.
2007 started out bad.saddam lost his neck.i hit crazy coupledom.and then came farewell time.its hard to leave behind friends - especially such shitty ones who have filled ur brain with some perfectly useless yet unforgettable memories - like pestonji's ice-cream and sir bending down to pick up chalks....dumb-charades at 11 in the nite at chowpatty or long discussions regarding certain personal columns in midday...talking abt johnny depp till 2 at nite over a open book of organic chemistry or just staring at Sirius on one of the rare clear nites from the hostel terrace.
friends are like that - completely useless yet absolutely necessary for a life beyond mere existence. i cud have been a piece of furniture for all i care, if it hadnt been for them.
that doesnt really mean i'm thanking them for being there...there are several unpaid bills still accumulating...
talking about innocence...if there is really such a thing coz some older people seem to think we lost it the day a certain lady bit into a certain fruit that i dont particularly like...somewhere over the last five years we seem to have lost it, and we realize it only now as we stand on the threshold of the scary bit of out lives - adulthood.
sometimes when i look back i get a certain scary feeling running down my spine-the sort when one looks down into a smoky chasm while standing on a clifftop on a particularly stormy nite.i see a shadow standing in the dark - and i dont quite recognize it. i realize now the feeling is not singular.the oldest and dearest of my friends feel the same - so do the sane ones as well as the control freaks.i dont know whether the wise ones of this world have a term for this - i'd call it the Tween Syndrome.
none of us recognize that person - coz that person would never do the things that we have done - got dangerously stoned on new year's eve n argued over the manufacturing rights of a silly bhujia maker - haldiram's or uncle chips....
- went into a shady redlite area with a fellow gajakhor on the trail of exotic grass
- spent an entire christmas eve on the road riding with friends whom we have barely known for a few weeks...
- went on blind-dates with guys/gals we met on that eternal source of confused love-lives - Orkut...
i dont think that person who stands in the shadows had that much guts...i dont think anyone of us did...and yet as we stand here today waiting for our turn to walk over the thin red line - we are shit scared.at least i am...and so are my soul-mates...dear ones without whom this first quarter of my bloody murky life would have never been such a great mess and be utterly bland and boring...thanx for making my life a celebration of tragedies and comedies...thanx for laughing with me over jokes - silly, cruel and pjs as well.thanx for all the great times we spent together even being far way from each other....and thanx for rescuing my life from being a regular shit hole - at least its an interesting shit-hole right now...
when did we exactly start being so gutsy...i dont think any of us remember that exact bloody moment when we suddenly decided to lose it and our brain short-circuited with our hearts....
as for me i guess i lost it the day dad left us for a second family.i didnt think over it at that time.i put it on one of the several thousand dusty shelves inside the attic of my brain and put several heavy books on it to press it down...hoping it would eventually dissapear or something...instead it grew silver-worms in its spines...n its dusty leaves crumpled and dusted down all the other books around.now its time to bring it out into the sun n give it some air...deal with it as a bull-fighter would - by the horns...the problem is i am no bull-fighter...i am an amateur poet. and i got too much love running through my veins...all of us do.it is like a congenital affliction of the human race.we got too much love yet got no one to attack it with.found no aliens in the outer confines of this vast universe as of yet.the only aliens i cud think of rite now would be a few characters who are perpetually covered with chalk dust and self-glorification.if there was one WMD bush shud've destroyed it shud have been this...it creates too many unnecessary complications...
the world and mother nature seem to have lost it too along with me and my dear friends...innocence and sanity i mean...virginity was never an issue.we lost it the day sharon stone crossed and un-crossed her legs for michael douglas.
2007 started out bad.saddam lost his neck.i hit crazy coupledom.and then came farewell time.its hard to leave behind friends - especially such shitty ones who have filled ur brain with some perfectly useless yet unforgettable memories - like pestonji's ice-cream and sir bending down to pick up chalks....dumb-charades at 11 in the nite at chowpatty or long discussions regarding certain personal columns in midday...talking abt johnny depp till 2 at nite over a open book of organic chemistry or just staring at Sirius on one of the rare clear nites from the hostel terrace.
friends are like that - completely useless yet absolutely necessary for a life beyond mere existence. i cud have been a piece of furniture for all i care, if it hadnt been for them.
that doesnt really mean i'm thanking them for being there...there are several unpaid bills still accumulating...
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anyways GIRL GOOD JOB...I LIKE IT.