A trip to the bar

You go to a bar,and the bartender is filling your glass up.

You keep drinking and drinking,till you practically can't see anything.And you're like

"Hey bro,fill me up a last glass"

The bartender is all like,

"No sir,I think you've had enough,you should go home.

  So much drinking isn't safe at this time of the night."

And then some mindless squabble over a last glass of wine which you want,but the bartender insists you that you won't get.

He says, 

"Sir don't you need to go home now? "

When you finally realize,as you tell the bartender that there's no line on on the horizon.

"That the home's gone so far away now."

God,Where is it? WHERE IS IT?

Summer Vacations

This time around I'm going to talk about summer vacations.I'm going to talk only about the summer vacations I've seen after school.Since , there wasn't much that happened during holidays in school time.Now college has been a great time if you consider summer vacations.Sometimes there would be a bit of a boring ,depressing phase but as the end of college approaches ,it still gives me a heavy feeling in chest that all those experiences were the last.No more summer vacations now.At least like that.

Exit School,the phase before college - It was a blissful phase,I feared that the friends would go away,and there was a little fear,but there was the anticipation that college would be a great time. Therein lay the silver lining , the eldorado we search for. I went to maternal grandparents' house for a month.Had a lot of fun.Watched a hell lot of movies,did a lot of random stuff.I was still a school kid then,didn't know what fun meant,life was so simple.

My first summer vacations after coming to college had been a truly blissful experience.I had given JEE exam again,and it was a fun phase.I had been introduced to the joy of downloading movies and unlimited internet,and hard drives.This led to 2 months of movie mania,watching 2-3 movies a day. Additionally I'd  go to a friend's house who had dropped a year and we'd chat around for long time,playing PS3 and exchanging movies and songs. It was a truly blissful phase,like in a bubble where nothing can come in ,nothing can go out,and you have a constant feeling that everything is just alright,and things will take care of themselves.I can just sleep and keep sleeping,no need to worry.

The second summer vacations after coming to college had me worrying a bit about where I was going on with my life,I didn't do much of anything,didn't have a lot of interests academically.All I knew was how to have fun,and that's what I usually did too.I joined an online magazine intern.Where most people were coding away in PHP and java,I wrote articles and got introduced to new people in literary world,those like me who like to write.Who can ask for more from life ? Where there was worry,the antidote was there with me ,alright.Things would fall in place by the end,was the constant reassurance.I read novels,went to that friend's house.

The third summer vacations were spent with friends in hyderabad,doing an intern with Amazon. Now I don't get nostalgic thinking about it but it was a lot of fun,hanging out with friends,and working together.I remember how mum would get sentimental on phone and I'd get homesick too,and miss food.I stopped eating more than once in 2 days by the end of the vacations,but these were still the vacations to be missed.We all worked hard,had good fun. The best part was that there was a sense of fellowship and even though most of our friends were not with us we knew that they'd be there when we'd go back to college from the intern.Things still worked as they were supposed to,there were no complaints,except perhaps about food.

Now I look at the next summer vacations I'll have.For the first time around,I'm not anticipating the summer vacations at all.There'd be no college staring at my face at the end of two months.This is goodbye to all the times,a time to reconcile to the new life.We all friends promise each other that we'd be there for each other till the end,but is this possible ? Does it work like this ? Maybe I'm being cynical,but only the few of our friends remain with us till the end.Why does it have to be like this,though ? Why the weird sensation in chest when all we want is the reassurance that things are gonna be okay at the end of all this.Why was the reassurance there before,and not now? Am I supposed to keep thinking about this question till it eats away at my head.Probably the best part would be to buckle up and accept the winds of change.Like the sky absorb all that comes to us - sorrow,happiness,joy,laughter,dreams - those that have been fulfilled and those that'll remain incomplete. Sad music,resonates with the soul,I wonder when it'll stop making sense.But I'll have to wait for it.

After all ,tomorrow is another day.

AND SO SHE FALLS

And as she swam,
on and on,
the hurt searing in her shoulders,
but the hope of going through another day driving her on,
and she ran and ran,
wanting to catch up to the moon,
for it held out the promise of an eternal night,
drops of cool frailty falling from the sky,
as she cried for her,
and she kept going into the dark,
forgetting the past and the regrets,
forever into the dreams,
for they held a hope for eternal flame,
which could shine in the dark,
and she could escape,
from this world,
the darkness,the frailty of death,
seeping into some pit,
forever out of the view,
to come up in another eternity perhaps,
and so,
she falls,
trapped in the moment she can't get out of,
the eternal bliss,
an eternal rain.

THE FALL

I saw a friend,
who met a tragedy,
a travesty of tragedy maybe,i am not sure,
and all I could do was laugh,
a hollow,mirthless laugh.

All I wanted to do was to fly,
a mockingbird to bring joy,
fluttering indefinitely,to swallow the silences,
as I have always done.

Having failed,even now there's no grief,
just an acceptance,
a will to take the fall,to the unending depths of earth,
to run endlessly in a new world.

I look down at the cliff,
maybe,I'll wake up again tomorrow,
or maybe I'll fly away,
spreading my wings,I dive below.

An abyss is swallowing me up as I fall,
to hit the ground far below me,
a travesty of tragedy maybe,I am not sure,
and all I can do is laugh,
a hollow,mirthless laugh.

THE THOUGHTFUL RAIN

A raging sky,
dancing leaves,
over that tree,
standing tall.
 
Wondering how,
it came to be,
to end this way,
such a lovely day.
 
The end is lovely,
no doubt about that,
a day was born with the calm sun,
and will now sleep into the night.
 
As the sky grows darker,
and the clouds darker still,
children stand in the park,
enjoying the cool breeze.
 

End of another day,
second by second,minute by minute,
the slow approach to the end of time,
the canvas keeps filling,with colours of life.
 
When the universe ends,
with the end of time,
will we still be remembered,
as we are now?
 

Whatever it is,that the future holds,
it holds in the future,not now,
with this thought,and arms open wide,
I walk into the pouring rain.

LIFE'S STOPS

Some days you wish,life would go slow,
put a pause to the never running flow,
to the rivers,to the winds,
all standing in the same place,a sudden silence,
even if only for a moment,it would change the world,


Perhaps sky and ground would meet,
united by the rain that would fall suddenly afterwards,
and by the thunder that that would unleash,
passing the energy in the ground,
the exchange of courtesies between two different worlds.


And perhaps the winds would unite all the living beings too,
life force travelling through it,
gushing out from old as it enters the new,
as the roses bloom and as the daffodils wither,
uniting all in a silence.


A cool cold smell fills the air,
in the aftermath of the rain that fell,
as leaves rustle,the children come out again,
playing in the grass,laughing,
a sweet song fills the air.


The search for the paradisia,the heaven,ends,
as it has come into the view,of the people who live here,
they are in a better place now,sadness leaking away,
into the void in space,to go away,
from the time,out of existence.


But there is a difference,hard to comprehend,
the sound is softer,the smell is sweeter,
the wind is cooler to touch,and the sun is a colourful rainbow,
an unnoticed appreciation of all that is around,passes through all,
and we were all finally equal in the end.

Life's Beauty

The taste of first rain,
dusty old vinyl records,
running whole day long ,
wind striking on the face,
those long waltzes with nature.

Such things make life beautiful,but they needn't actually be there in physical form.You need to have an eye for small things,perhaps a great imagination and you'll find that things have so much beauty!

I have often noticed that thinking about nature always gives me a calm,which I cant really feel otherwise.

Life's awesome!

It's too bad that most of us barely make our way through it without realizing its worth.....
That how good a gift it is.

In the end all that matters is how satisfied you are with your life,and how little you regret it.

For those who regret their past actions,isn't it your past actions only that define you.......then perhaps maybe you regret your very own existence......

I can have no business with those who keep on dwelling on their past,what they could have done,what they did wrong and blah-blah-blah.

Each new day is a new page,in a great book.

its up to you to make it refreshing and delightful to those around.And in the same way its up to u to make it boring enough by dwelling on the past all the time and not moving forward.

Thinking about the past should barely be restricted to remembering it as a happy time,end of an era,providing continuity to the new chapter,and we should always wait for the better pages to come along.

If we think is that our best days are over,then our life will be pitiable and despicable.

The only thing I can say is be happy and be thankful,for you are all gifted in ways you may not know right now,but when the time is right,you will know your gifts.

Use them well.


Au revoir!