Dil Chahtha Hai.....

It all looks like a bollywood flick to me…a happy go lucky gang of friends, who stick to each other through thick and thin, setting a sense of grudging admiration in the minds of onlookers .And then BANG!!!!!!! Villain enters the scene, bursts their happiness bubble, throws each of them into different states, no..lets take this internationally, into different countries…one turns into a Columbian drug dealer…one into a rocket scientist.. and one into a priest. And then they live happily-never after…ok,the answer to your obvious question is ,NO.. I haven’t spend the entire week-end watching movies….Its jus that 2 of my good friends have been shifted to different locations ( btw if you are still associating it to the story mentioned above, rockets have always been my fascination ) And if that reason isn’t satisfying enough ,the sandal i am wearing to office today, a by-product of slipping into my sister’s room in the morning is making a high pitched screeching noise much to the amusement of my colleagues around…I should have figured it out when my sister looked sound asleep.. Under normal circumstances, the scene is entirely different and disturbing..so people with heart ailments please skip what follows…it goes like this… you should look at the way she sleeps….You might mistake her for some angel for the faint smile she wears…After minutes of admiring her and most important, getting convinced that she actually is sleeping, I would step my feet into her wardrobe zone.. and then immediately ,some kind of virtual alarm in direct connection with her mouth, triggers and with blasphemous language, she throws me out of the room…..somehow I always fail to notice the instant at which the angel to devil transfiguration takes place….Probably the next time, I will….Coming back to what i was talking about, frankly,its not like these friends whom I am parting with , are my childhood-langoti friends..we met in the work place and bonded good...what annoys me most is the pattern....To make friends, get close with them and then part ways… Somehow good-byes ,have never sounded good to me…So here I am, left all alone in my cubicle with a talking shoe and a bout of depression…

It is at such times that we engage ourselves in self-retrospect…like Who Am I ? What Do I Want From Life? Why Is The Color Of My Eyes Black ? Why Did I Eat The Entire Cake ? Why Is Abhishek Bachan Marrying Aishwarya Rai…Oops,sorry... Change of track…but seriously why is he…???? And to carry out this self-analysis exercise, its always better to first have the suicide squad number handy …So that again is ruled out, leaving myself with only two choices. 1) to prepare for SCJP or 2) write my first post for the blog,that I had been planning to create for very long (If u guys are wondering why I haven't mentioned anything about the "four letter word" a.k.a WORK , I have some special sentiments behind it…I have placed it in equivalence to Lord Voldemort… He who is not to be spoken of…and I am sure I can expect you guys to respect my sentiments :) ) Sad jokes apart, this moment, missing my friends, the time I spent with them in school, college, canteen , pretended basket ball practice, culturals, bus ,training, coffee-breaks ,it struck me that I could never think of a better subject, timing and space to prelude my blog…This post is dedicated to all you guys who have touched my life in different ways…To satiate my own wandering soul,would end with a wise-crack that somebody recently shared…
"I Would Summarize My Understanding Of Life In Three Words :IT GOES ON –Robert Frost "

(( NOTE- trust me guys ,you don’t have to search for the SCJP e-books now, I promise I will try keeping myself away for some time .) ))