Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Missing OLD Times.....

The clock talked loud. I threw it away, it scared me what it talked.

Yes, time ticks away. How you wish it didn’t!

When we look back, we always remember times which we never wanna let go of. We wanna cling to them as hard as we can, lest somebody takes them away. The inertia hardest to overcome is that of perfectly good seconds.

How you wish those days in college come back. How you wish you wake up and you have only a lecture to bunk and not an angry boss waiting for you.

I had ventured out from the confines and comforts of my house for the first time when I joined my graduation. My resolve was firm; I would settle for nothing less than a place at least a day away from my house where I stayed with my parents. After all, I should get enough time to run away lest they planned to visit me.

My wish was fulfilled and the wonder years started. Although, the first year of college was more about remembering the ragging protocols instead of the theory subjects. It somehow passed with some mental and physical damage done to my frame. The very fact that I came out alive strengthened my belief that I am made for better things.

College was a wonderful roller-coaster ride of enduring boring theory classes to huddling up in a room with ten people to do mass-studies during examinations. This was intertwined with rounds of the Hostel of the fairer sex hoping that you get a glimpse of them, the rare species. Didn’t they tell you that girls you would want to catch a glimpse of were rare species in our college? (College stands for most of the engineering colleges in our country). My apologies to the not so rare species – no offence intended.

I miss those endless discussions over tea in the small makeshift tea stall in our sprawling campus which went on till 3 in the night. Sometimes, music and guitar added to the din, albeit in a beautiful way.

I miss those interesting classes on Communication. Well, there was a reason behind the interest. Any guesses?

College is the place to be if you love sports. I miss those football practice sessions where we used to get exhausted even while training was in progress only to know that we were not done yet.

I could go on and on till eternity. Memories there are, so many of them. Memories sometimes behave in a crazy way. They leave you alone when you are in a crowd and when you are alone they stand along with you like a crowd.

Time is the most undefinable yet paradoxical of things; the past is gone, the future has not come, and the present becomes the past even while we attempt to define it, and, like the flash of lightning, at once exists and expires.

In my dreams one night, I touched the stars in my flight.
Deep into the dark night, you showed me the enlightening light.

Do not pinch me, my dream is unfinished yet, my memories still by my side.

Melancholy times – is it the Corona effect? There are days full of fun, you are always on the run Time whizzes by like a fly, there...