Four years in one hour..

Yes, never expected to see him. That too at a time, when required most (i guess).

One hour earlier:

Sitting at a coffee bar in outer circle, Connaught Place, a disgruntled feeling was seizing my heart as if losing someone without whom life would be tough to live. Somehow unwillingly, convincing my mellow stupid heart defying my feelings, I left the place for railway station.

Presently looking at the entrance of station with virtually closed mind, expecting no one to see me no one to catch me amidst this storm, yet i saw the unforgettable face of my friend. I doubt I ever considered him my friend, he was unarguably the best guy during the four years of my graduation. In no time, i hugged him from behind as if letting the jaws of happiness to swallow me inside the sea of it. That face made me forget the sorrows for a moment, made me forget the hovering tensions of this complex race for superiority.

In one word, I was HAPPY. We glued to our best talks, shared the new things exploring the new life, getting insight into each other's world. I used to ate all his special biscuits during exam days, stealing from his locked cupboard, just to hide the wicked smile next day opening the empty box in front of him. It used to be the best moment and I once again expecting the same from his bag, opened it up plucking the things haphazardly to find few broken pieces of those special biscuits lying at the bottom of stock.

Tears were hard to control, but guys are made to look hard and tough. Hearts made with the sewing steel veins, blood sucking the emotions out of it into the ruthless world, guys are looked over as the hard nuts. I was never an exception in this cat-walk, simply hiding my emotions with a ruthless sneering smile yet eyes betraying the heart. I loved that one hour meet. Thanks the heavens and Indian railways, I cherished every beloved moment of my four best years in that one hour meet.

And I left for my home, my own home where everybody is just mine :)

Next day, Missing that coffee bar the least, I was playing with my little cousin under the blue roof of endless heaven, as if reciprocating my happiness into the abundance of sky !!

Many things are on the rolls of my pen, trying to wobble out very soon.

Many many things. Yesterday sipping coffee at CCD in Connaught Place and at same time today, playing in lush green gardens of my home in an endless space.

Things keep changing and i let myself explore the hidden me. Next two months shall bring a new merged personality of this same boring Aseem.

With fingers crossed !!

F.R.I.E.N.D.S

An excerpt from my friend's dairy :

Friends are important to us. Everyone is incomplete without them. We need our friends at every stage of our life. When we were small, even at that time friends were important to us. Some had pals, some had pets, some of us even had imaginary friends. Sometimes Barbie’s, teddies and other stuff toys became our friends. During that stage, friends shared sweet, innocent, selfless talks. They had no selfish means for making friends. They just make friends to play, talk, share their innocent secrets and share their dreams.

As we grow into our teens, some of our old friends were left behind. We made some new ones. At this point, friendship has an entirely different meaning. It is not just about talking, sharing secrets or sharing dreams, it’s about understanding each other, helping each other during the time of trouble and depending on each other.

But my mind keeps wondering who are “Friends” and what is “Friendship”. I keep thinking about it, but never reach to a satisfactory answer.

Friends are people who like us in spite of our faults and who listen to us and tell us the truth.

They make you believe that there really is good in the world.

They convince you that there is an unlocked door just waiting for you to open it.

They get you through the hard times, the sad times, the confused times.

They hold your hand and tells you that everything is going to be okay.

They laugh with you and share your grief.

Friends support your decisions and tell you when we're foolish.

They are companions and share your interests.

They argue with you when you are wrong.

They are the people with one is not afraid of telling their secret wishes or what is really on one’s minds.

They are those who knows our every mood and can brighten even the cloudy days.

They are one who is slow to criticize, but quick to praise.

But do friends feel jealous of each other? If yes, then how can they be friends? Were they sharing the bond of true friendship? If no, then how can they be with each other for so long?

I really don’t understand that if friends are true, then why this backstabbing occurs? How can one even do that? Whatever happens is just misunderstanding or really meant to hurt someone? If it is a sheer misunderstanding, then in friendship does gap widens this much that this misunderstandings can’t get cleared up?

These are few questions which keep me confused and I keep thinking about it. Mind says that “Yes! Its backstabbing which your friend did for their own mean reasons”, but heart says that “Its just small misunderstanding that has happened and it would be cleared soon”

Reality is still unknown…..

That closed window over the grass porch

That closed window over the grass porch !!

It sounds so magnificent to me. Lights turned off and one can see the fringed rays of sun penetrating through the window glass, scattering over the marble floor in a room engulfed in silence.

I thought about it and somehow, my heart pounced as if found some lost treasure in the talks. Reminded me of my room dubbing the same scene in my mind, eyes felt the glitter reflecting the beams of pleasure in the light of settling sun.

I am clueless for the wanderings of my mind. Roams like a free spirit, unstoppable and true to my heart. I've lived my life being a slave to my heart. I still follow it frantically brushing aside the practicalities of this ruthless world. Living life dipped in the expectations of my loved ones, it carries some direction. Never lost in the sea of musings floating on the surface keeping my head just above the ground. Just stepping over the steps mutely, flocking in unison with all, humming the merry song.

Life seems so complete in this subtle world..

"It's grand. It's luxurious. It's uber extravagant and is very expensive.

Work hard. May be some day...."

ROLLS ROYCE, the Phantom coupe.

Heart thinks twice before imagining it. The writer felt the heart shaking to complete the last line. It's an extreme limit of insanity which even heart can't dare to dream so easily. Such is the superiority. Very well defined as the highest attainable degree of luxury which will cost around 4,10,00,000 INR. Yes, count the zeroes once again !!

I am working harder. May be some day... :p