'TRAVEL' is what my theme said, 'LIFE' is what came to my mind.
Yesterday I bore an envision, inspired by the ideas of great visionary Mr. Bernell. Engineer cause of whom we Indians breath crude oil from the middle east today. Relentless went my efforts to build this image.Thoughts battling down my brain, so many thing lost, so many things yet to go. Reckoned on blissful start, apprehended in my trauma, negative is what I accomplish here.
A perfect day at room no. 37as described by one of the other three roomies of mine, " koi ****** nahi saar pe tapli maarke jaane ko or koi ***** nahi books mein busy, calc pe tap-tap karne ko..." Having to behold no one studying around you is what replenishes the "enthu" to live a lazy, bed-warming day. A want, a desire of every "true" engineer. But for me this day was vulnerable to a phone call. I might sulk, or might have even done it by now.
"When are you coming back on earth (Mumbai) ? I need you..." said my friend to me on the phone, weeping out all the agony she swept through alone the entire past month. Thirty-two minutes of cursing, followed by pretense from my side to soothe her, considering the fact I had lost all hopes. It was her mistake, yet not that remarkable to win such an end. I was now "proud" to have developed a false image of being a "jugadu insaan" (resourceful person) to myself for else I could have come out with an immediate appropriate solution.
I asked her that why she had done that? And all she wanted from my side is to keep quiet n stop making her feel more guilty for what had happened. Now minimum of three months more of suffering till things settle, is what i suggested and out flowed the creek of tears. Parents couldn't be involved, for it would just spicy up things between the amateurishly involved individuals engendering unnecessary clashes, so all that we can do now is to helplessly wait an moan.
The girl lost her virginity to a boy who ditched her the very next day. The irony being she thought or rather felt in her eight-nine months relationship that he was serious for her, not even knowing if the boy is going to come back to her or not. Awful !!!
All I wish now, in this terrified state is the lap of my precious on which i could sleep for now.
anonymousSpirit
22/3/12
5:13
Yesterday I bore an envision, inspired by the ideas of great visionary Mr. Bernell. Engineer cause of whom we Indians breath crude oil from the middle east today. Relentless went my efforts to build this image.Thoughts battling down my brain, so many thing lost, so many things yet to go. Reckoned on blissful start, apprehended in my trauma, negative is what I accomplish here.
A perfect day at room no. 37as described by one of the other three roomies of mine, " koi ****** nahi saar pe tapli maarke jaane ko or koi ***** nahi books mein busy, calc pe tap-tap karne ko..." Having to behold no one studying around you is what replenishes the "enthu" to live a lazy, bed-warming day. A want, a desire of every "true" engineer. But for me this day was vulnerable to a phone call. I might sulk, or might have even done it by now.
"When are you coming back on earth (Mumbai) ? I need you..." said my friend to me on the phone, weeping out all the agony she swept through alone the entire past month. Thirty-two minutes of cursing, followed by pretense from my side to soothe her, considering the fact I had lost all hopes. It was her mistake, yet not that remarkable to win such an end. I was now "proud" to have developed a false image of being a "jugadu insaan" (resourceful person) to myself for else I could have come out with an immediate appropriate solution.
I asked her that why she had done that? And all she wanted from my side is to keep quiet n stop making her feel more guilty for what had happened. Now minimum of three months more of suffering till things settle, is what i suggested and out flowed the creek of tears. Parents couldn't be involved, for it would just spicy up things between the amateurishly involved individuals engendering unnecessary clashes, so all that we can do now is to helplessly wait an moan.
The girl lost her virginity to a boy who ditched her the very next day. The irony being she thought or rather felt in her eight-nine months relationship that he was serious for her, not even knowing if the boy is going to come back to her or not. Awful !!!
All I wish now, in this terrified state is the lap of my precious on which i could sleep for now.
anonymousSpirit
22/3/12
5:13
