Living Life is like Driving.

A sudden philosophical thought zoomed past my mind and I wish to pen it down:

Today while driving, I realized how similar driving was to living this Life..
In the beginning, it is all so scary and you feel so nervous and insecure. Then things settle down themselves and you learn to make your way through.

There are times you fly and there are times you HAVE to slow down. Sometimes the system is tired and you have to stop, recharge and start again. Sometimes you overtake and sometimes you trail behind, uselessly. Sometimes the roads are smooth and sometimes there are invisible pitholes.
There are traffic jams all the time. Sometimes you are stuck up so dreadfully that you feel the jam would never clear up.. but ultimately, they do and you move ahead again.

The roads are filled with idiots and so is Life.. You just learn to ignore them.

Maybe that's why some smart man called Life - 'A Road'... 'A Journey', where every venture teaches you a new lesson and every ride has a new tale to tell. 

A Town of Memories...: The Last Sports Day.

A Town of Memories...: The Last Sports Day.: For non-sporty ppl like me, Sports Day had alwaz mnt 2 march well and dn sit in d gallery n eat!! Bt maybe, wn dey say dt "u realize d true...

The Last Sports Day.

For non-sporty ppl like me, Sports Day had alwaz mnt 2 march well and dn sit in d gallery n eat!! Bt maybe, wn dey say dt "u realize d true value of things only after u've lost dm", dey aren't totally wrong.

Today wn I marched for wt may b d last tym ever in my life, did I realiz hw much m gonna miss it all. When I departed wid dt green sash 4evr 2day... wn I cheered my lungs out during d relays.. wn I sung the School Anthem wid 'evryone' one last tym... wn v ran the Last Lap and dn wn v hugged each odr saying 'Miss u's.. it hurt.It hurt becoz v knew dt ds tym gone, wud nvr evr cum bk 2 us. Sports Day wud bcum history and Marching wud becum 'once upon a time'.

I'm so gonna miss the non-sense v tokd during d marchpast.. the tiffins v grabbd 4m anywr n evrywr.. THE BLOODY PIGEONS.. the cheers.. the rivalry on-field and frndshp off-field.. and personally, THE GREEN.

The Last Sports Day.. wr v marched elegantly in underneath the sun and melted noiselessly in the dawning dusk.

A Town of Memories...: Hope!

A Town of Memories...: Hope!: Einstein said, "I never think of the future"; and my mother says, "Think of the future, you fool!" . Right enough, Einstein was a genius an...

Hope!

Einstein said, "I never think of the future"; and my mother says, "Think of the future, you fool!".
Right enough, Einstein was a genius and I am not. But then again, if a hungry Einstein was made to sit at the dinning table with a plate full of delicious dinner staring at him and his father would suddenly ask, "You need to put in extra effort to crack the joints, do u think u r working hard enough?" or his mother would taunt casually, "With this kind of attitude towards studies, I wonder how much u'll get in your boards!", he wouldn't have remarked that!!


All these years, I feel like I have been inside a nest ~ safe, secure and care-free. And now it's time to spread my wings and fly away. But the first flight is never easy.. especially, when you know nothing.. neither your destination nor your path. Hour by hour and day by day, is passing away.. and colleges have put up admission details on their websites and to even just surf through them makes me nervous. There's just so much in mind.. form dates, submission dates, exam dates.. over that, pre-s and boards. And the cherry on the pie is that everything, now, solely rests on 'Hope'. "I hope I crack that".. "I hope I get into this".. hmh!! Maybe, for people like me, who are more or less a ship without a rudder, there sure exists a thing called 'Destiny'. You may call it silly, but for me.. it's kind of a refuge, an excuse!


There are infinite questions running across my mind and each question mark scares me a little more than the previous! Just hoping (there again.. 'hope') that 5 years from now, all my questions are answered.

A Town of Memories...: Whiskey down de throat...

A Town of Memories...: Whiskey down de throat...: This happened a week ago.. on the auspicious occasion of Vijaya Dashami..   Four tired souls ~ Sonu, Pompy, Pearl and myself, laid on the ...

Whiskey down de throat...

This happened a week ago.. on the auspicious occasion of Vijaya Dashami..

 

Four tired souls ~ Sonu, Pompy, Pearl and myself, laid on the rug in Sonu's living room, starring wide-eyed at the television screen at 3 in the night, watching a horror movie. We had another film lined up in row to be watched after this. In the interval, by chance, our dear Pearl felt an urgent urge for water but somehow did not have the nerve to fetch the bottle from the kitchen herself (none of us, actually could go alone at that hour!). So all three of us accompanied her. After the slow-motion task of tip-toeing to the kitchen, to switch on minimal lights to not wake up anyone, to drink (water) and then keep back the bottle.., we were just about to return back to our 'theatre', when my sister suddenly spots a whisky bottle at the back of the shelf.  "Wanna try, girlz??"... "Are you mad?", we shouted in unison. But somehow, youthful instincts and some kind of wild curiosity deep down wanted it to pass down the throat.. once!

"Umm... by the way, I'm okay with one sip", I said. "I'm fine with it too", Pearl seconded. "Not me.. I'll stand at the door and keep vigil.", Pompy backed out and chose to be the door-keeper in stead.
Sonu carefully takes out a small glass and pours a little bit of whisky.. Pearl's adrenaline levels shoot up in no time and before any of us could react, Pearl had gulped down the whisky.. as raw as it could be. The moment passed slowly.. the alcohol passing down her throat, Sonu standing with the bottle of water in hand, and Pompy and me, glaring bewildered! And suddenly the next second, Pearl was jumping mutely all over the kitchen shouting in whispers that her throat was burning as if some one held a flame to it. We helped her with some chilled water, which, it appeared, she swallowed faster than the whiskey!

It's my turn now.. and I am nervous. My first time.. and I don't know how it'll turn out. I'm already a little scared by Pearl's incident [read: accident]. I hold the glass carefully and sniff.. it smells like the ethanol in the chemistry lab! The glass is just inches away from my lips and Pompy panics.. "Hurry, hurry.. aunty woke up. The lights are on. Maybe she's coming this way. Faaaassssttttt!!". 

The situation in the kitchen, a second ago, was.. Pompy alert at the door, Pearl still caressing her throat at the dining table, I'm about to take my first sip and Sonu looking at me encouragingly. And now.. Pompy is jumping, Pearl runs to seal up the bottle like before, I dump the glass on the table and ask Sonu to drink it all, and poor Sonu, flabbergasted, has no option but to down half the glass at a go.. holding the glass with one hand, and shutting her nose with the other!!

And then Pompy says. "Chill, lights off again. She's back to bed." Relief spreads around. And before I realise, the glass is back in my hands.. Sonu and Pearl glaring down.. "Drink. We won't drink that entire thing again." But I'm too nervous. I grab a spoon... dip it into the glass and extract out a generous 'drop' of whisky and push it down my throat. The next minute heard me saying all kinds of disgusting words I could say at a go and I pacify only after taking 2 tablespoons of peanut butter and a pledge that I would never again, in  my life, put that 'ghenastic' liquor to my mouth again! Pearl downs the other half. Pompy's still at the door. We check our breaths.. it stinks. We grab some more peanut butter and before we are suspected of the 'sin', we tiptoe back to the 'theatre' to watch 'Delhi Belly'.. what a perfect atmosphere built up.. ;-)

Earlier that night during 'RAAT'. From back : Pompy, Sonu and Pearl.