Yeah! The Same Four Years Folklore

I knew not what bound us together, despite all odds including those quarrels, perspective differences and long term fights. Insults and sarcasms being the part of daily talks, didn’t bother us much, after all we belonged to the same side of coin. Yet whenever we thought it was the last of times we would be together, it suddenly turned out that both of us had an invisible elastic rope tied between us. The farther we stretched, the closer we would get when it pulled us back. The four years of troughs and crests laid a cemented foundation that neither of us knew would stiffen with time. And as my parents say, “There is a reason why people enter your life and leave when the purpose is done.” Some reasons surely turned out well as time passed yet I believe it’s a lot more than fulfilling a purpose or supporting a reason. It is more about building an unbreakable kinship and I guess there is no exit made to it yet.

This journey, yea the same four years, going through the best and the worst together, if not then at least equally would be righteous to say it. Standing for each other and even against each other at times was a part of this traversal. From making the worst foes to shifting with the best friends, we are finally static.

For someone who knows all your weaknesses, it is dangerous to stand face to face with that someone but it is equally amazing to know how much that person loves you and cares for you despite knowing you all. Whether it was strangulating each other with respective weaknesses or lifting the spirits up to bring out the best in the other, we never stood back in any of these deeds. It turned out to be a raw friendship, more of natural and intense in all aspects. From ringing the bells of anger and skeptics in our parents to making them proud and content, we did it all, yet again together.  Sometimes it makes me laugh when I think of all the mischievous deeds we enacted, and got screwed. But isn't there the most of fun in doing what is forbidden?

I wish I could make a movie out of the golden years that just passed by and watch it over and over again. I wish that the time that is yet to come brings with it more of such lively moments and unforgettable times. And since this fable of ours hasn't ended yet, I wish to write more, about us, about our ‘deeds-done-together’ as we move ahead in time and create beautiful memories.




Yea, Thats real blood guys, don't freak out, just one of the crazy stuffs we did..:P ;)

The 'U' Turn

Globe trotters, the van reads from behind. Petit pupils in single bright colored attires sit beside each other compactly. A pair is into game with no rules, no equipments, and just four hands clapping each other repeatedly. Chattering and laughing follows unceasingly. I look at the school van from my office cab.

                                 The transformation in time is clearly visible, the difference being that I sit in a vehicle where even the engine feels guilty of roaring out too loud. People look out of their windows contemplating over the possibilities and the impossible of their made up life. Some carry expressionless faces while others have their eyes closed shut under the weights of their inadequate sleeps.

The van and the cab each have their own destinations. One is jingling with joy and the other just trying hard to reach where it is supposed to. Passing across the traffic signals seems like counting the minutes of delay to reach the place of work. The cab zooms across the minutest space available to drop its passengers on right time. Meanwhile the van cheers up, as the road swells. Seems none of the little travelers get bothered by that.

As the end of the day, what workers get is money while globe trotters gain knowledge, and something else which they don’t realize but former do.   You always tend to notice more of what you don’t have rather than what you have got.

The traffic is at its peak in the morning hours. There is a mini race at the U-turn between the traffic coming and the one cutting a U. Horns blare all over the road. People click their tongues and make sounds of frustrations creeping in their heads as the time runs ahead of their pace. Everyone wants to rush forth together where the space is only for few. Vehicles vibrate with power, the sleek ones making their way out somehow.

Here the road diverges, the van takes a soft turn while the cab rushes ahead reaching 60 in one go, horns following its every move.

It is sad and happy both that the little pupils don’t know what they are heading towards, only the time does and now even I do.