Yours...

Days, too, are strange.

Sometimes, they remain at 180 degrees to you, trials and failures happen, fight and anger spill out generously,  you see death (I mean The 'Death' - @ clinics)

And then there are some, majority of them, Moderate. Nothing exceptional happens, of both extremes - good and bad. A routine day, when you work and manage home nicely. Go to sleep at once. The tiredness. Or the Satisfaction.

And Days, which are calendered for you.

You receive the best of the compliments, a senior teacher appreciates your work, a good news comes your way, an unexpected thing happens (towards the better side, I mean), a good old friend of yours turns up, suddenly, out of the way, to meet you.

The way you planned the day, it ends up on a higher note and after higher accomplishments.

The day that is YOURS !! 

:-)

PS: And you can't sleep, just coz of sheer excitement, and happiness. ;-)

(LOR from my Supervisor, and I am on cloud Nine, Ten, Twelve, Infinity !!)

Fresh Start...

All the years that passed by,

and all the exclusively-fun time that was spent,

is ordered to be ceased.

Somehow, I have to search for the seriousness for reading and studying, which has been escaping my clutches successfully, since long.

A fresh new start.

With an almost un-targeted aim.

In a New Room.

Begins....

[PS: Hey Arps, Mah Room No. z 130 ! ;-) ]

Ever ??

Ever checked your previous mails in leisure? 


Ever reread your chats, some years later?

Ever opened the memories you treasure in your closet? 


A movie ticket. A doodle in the copy. A chit that was passed in the class.


An incomplete sketch. A plan that was never executed.


The list of schedules that were never followed.


Some gifts special to the heart. The images collection.




-Recreate the charisma that the memory beholds. 
Vivid Video that follows.
They never change, even when the people associated do.






Some smiles. Some laughs. 


Some attitudes. Some habits.


Some rights which you feel have been snatched from you.


Some phrases. Some voices which you long to listen to.


Some back-slaps you miss getting.


Some rides that were fun, once.


Some own-ness that was outrightly evident. 


Some gossip sessions. Some talks. Some Silences....




Are now Big Silences ! 


Ignorance/ Attitude/ Indifference/ Detached/ Ego-hassles !!


Do the 'Times' change or 'People' ? 




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Why do we grow up? Why can't all relations be like the kid-parent one? Always there. Unaffected by even the biggest of a fight. 

Why do we learn to control ourselves, and not share what our heart truly feels? 

Why did we learn to manipulate our emotions? 

Why can't we be as spontaneous as a baby?

Why condition us? 

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