Let's just keep going till we can.
And we can always cross the bridge when we get to it :D
The waves that once crashed in the sea,
would leave their mark for everyone to see.
They might die down, never to rise again.
But the stories they once witnessed
would always be passed among the brethren.
Stories of love and stories of joy,
stories of glory, and of the times gone by.
Time may fly, and memories might fade,
But the love shall remain,
in the hearts of the lucky few, who witnessed those days.
You move on, you take the road ahead,
But never forget this place, where you once used to tread.
And never forget us, the ones you leave behind.
As I would never forget you,
because you were as good a friend, as any could ever find.
With that message, I say adieu.
May our friendship forever remain so true.
May our friendship forever remain so true.
The final goodbye was always a step away. There was always one more meeting to look forward to before that dreaded moment of farewell. The moment came, and then it flew away. And it left nothing behind, except a hope. A hope that maybe we will be fortunate enough to meet again, that maybe our paths will cross one day. A hope that this really wasn't the final goodbye. And as someone pointed out, we say goodbye only to meet again, and we can make it happen if we really want to. This time, I know I will make it happen.
It's hard to accept the truth staring right in my face. They won't be there in college anymore. No more will I rush through my boring classes looking forward to meet them. The cycle is complete, the end has ended. And no matter how hard I might try, it won't change a thing. It is as hopeless as any situation could be. And yet, you find hope in the darkest of times. I too, have one little hope to cling on to, the convocation.
There is so much you want to say at such a time, and yet there is no word that would come when you need it to. You just look at each other, and you know that they understand what you want to say. That one look says a lot more than a thousand words could ever mean.
I loved them, and I will miss them more than they could ever imagine. And today, its a pledge I take. That no matter how busy I might get, I will always make the effort to keep in touch. They may or may not reply all the time, but I'll never let them forget that there's someone they left behind here, someone who cares. Someone who loves them, and will always do. May our friendship forever remain so true.
And the song ended. A lot, that moment, ended with the song. And it was this unknown feeling that drove that time, and it left me surprised. I'm not even close to being a good dancer, but that moment was passion. Passion, like I've never known within me ever before. I broke my breath shouting, and almost broke my legs jumping. But as it so rightly says in the song, it was now or never, and I gave it everything I had in me. To have that one last dance with people I so love. The dance left me more than exhausted but I'm so sure that I would have stood up and danced again, had I gotten a chance, no matter what. And I'll say it again. It was passion like I've never known within me ever before.
The semester too, came to an end. And as I look back now, it seemed to last forever. And even forever wasn't good enough. We could have spent lifetimes with each other, and it wouldn't have been enough.
But no matter what I did this semester, I know that I gave it my all. Wether it was the project, college acads, or anything else that I did. I did it, and I did it with all that I had in me. The results were never really in my hand, and I'll be getting very bad ones this time. But still, I know, that even in hindsight, I could not have scripted it better than what it actually was. To hell with every C grade I'm getting, and to hell with college. I fought, and that leaves me very satisfied. This might seem like too much of an exaggeration, but this sem has been nothing less than that.
With all the pressures and all the tension, this semester gave me some awesome friends and for that, I can't be thankful enough to God.
He would get up and move forward to seek what he so blindly desired. His impatience multiplying with every step, his eager eyes running wild within those tiny sockets and with a heart filled with anticipation, he would move forward to embrace happiness. The dagger would come out of nowhere, and it would peirce through his very heart. Stroke after stroke, precisely where it pained the most. And it was not blood that would flow, but tears, not where another soul could see them, or even his own. But he knew somewhere inside he was bleeding tears, and it was not the pain that worried him, but the eternal stains that would now be left behind. Stains that tied him to the present, keeping him there, stagnant, when the present became the past.
And just as the dagger had once come, unforeseen, there would be light again, beckoning him, untying him from all that was old, making him move towards what was new. And then he would move forward to embrace what he so blindly desired.
The master would play his game again, the inexorable cycle once set in motion. He would move forward with a new courage, a newer hope, but would still carry with him the old stains, everlasting and unforgotten.
One Last Thing
Les Amis :)
Exams are over, and I completely sucked. After all the plans me and Raunaq made of redeeming our last semester's grades, I'm at a loss to say how it ended up being so bad. I studied, and that's the worst part of it. But atleast they are over, good for me.
My parents have seriously started doubting that I'm going out with someone after all the long hours in college, though unfortunately, that's not the case. I could only think of the Nokia N series tagline when my mum asked what keeps me in college so late. It's not one thing, I told her, it's many :P
The only apparent thing about my life right now is that I don't have one. Between the tens of projects that need to be completed and an even greater number of lectures that need to be attended, I miss lazing around uselessly at the cafe. I'm not sure if I want to sacrifice my college life for my 'greater good' anymore. But I guess it'll payoff someday, or rather, I hope it will.
Everything's good. Hope it stays that way.
By the way, the OST of Dehli-6 is absolutely fab. MUST LISTEN!
Gali hai deewanon ki Dilli-6.
He had been dead before, and he was dead now. He had been dead before he had jumped and yes, he was definitely dead now. Children around him had grown up attempting to understand everything their lives had to offer; the security of a family, the love of a sibling, the innocence of youth and every other emotion that colored their lives. His eyes had never felt colors, or beauty, and so his heart had accepted darkness as a part of life. And death was the only thing he had ever truly understood about life. It had been his mother and sisters first, raped and burned alive. Then it had been his father. That was when he had died, only that his breath hadn’t left him.
He had been too young to understand religion then. And he had never really been sure ‘which’ people had destroyed his family and with it, his life. The anger and the tears had led to loneliness. Alone, he had been incapable of everything. But life always finds a way. His mind taught him to steal, and his mindset taught him to survive.
The meeting with the messengers had been a coincidence. They said they had a message for him, a message sent by God. They had made him remember his grief. The scene of his family’s death had always flashed in front of his eyes, but never before had it been so clear. His pain had never before been so apparent, his mind, never so obsessed. They spoke of retribution, and revenge. He had been powerless when they had been killed, but the messengers could give him power now. They spoke of the revolution, and sacrifice. He had been chosen for heaven by God himself, but before that, he had a final duty to perform. He had to avenge his family’s death. ’They’ had to be killed. His mind was a blank slate, and the messengers left no stone unturned to fill it with a deadly vengeance.
The training was grilling, but it gave him a reason to breathe, a reason to be. He was explained his final duty. The bomb would explode on sudden impact with the ground, they told him. His means of revenge, and of reaching heaven was strapped around his body. For the first time in his life, he anticipated something. Revenge was sweet.
There was never a dearth of visitors in the valley. The orange of the sun filled the sky as the vibrancy of life filled the air. The hills separated the valley from the waters on the other side. Everything from the setting exuded tranquility. Except for the man on top of the hills, bound by revenge. He felt the soft rubber across his chest, his key to freedom. All that was left to do now was to jump. The young child in the valley looked up at him for an instant, and then went back to playing with his car. It was then that he jumped. The hills were high, and gravity just didn’t seem fast enough. It was as if he was gliding through the air, reaching his final destination. And he was happy, because he knew he had done the right thing. He closed his eyes just before the final impact and smiled his first smile in a long time, and his last.
The young child was completely engrossed with his red car. The cold air from the mountains blew across his young face, and there wasn’t a care in the world. He looked up at the sudden noise of splashing waters that vibrated through the air. His brain was too young to comprehend that a man had just fallen into the lake beyond the hills, or even that his innocent smile to a stranger on the hilltop had changed the fate of many around him, or that his innocent look had made someone realize that this was not the enemy he was seeking, neither was this the conclusion he had ever anticipated. The sudden noise was forgotten. His wonderful red car was so much more important.
They walked a very fine line,
the grey between the dark and bright.
He sometimes wondered why she felt so right.
Though love, he knew, it never was
and yet hate, it could not be,
‘cause hate just could not lead to such a wonderful cause.
A wine was poured, a coin was tossed
and it stood on its edge.
He almost smiled,
as the judgment proved his precocious thoughts.
She had been there all along,
had always been the wonderful friend,
and yet, he was tired of the gruesome trend.
Her happiness was a priority
and yet he couldn’t neglect his own any longer.
He had fallen before,
but the wounds had only made him stronger.
He wanted to know, he wanted to know.
The curiosity within him could no longer grow.
Did she love him,
or was it just a fake intuition?
He wanted to cross the bridge
without any hope or expectation.
Love me, he asked her,
or hate me, if you must.
An answer is all my heart yearns for
and it feels no less than a ruckus.
This fine line, I can no longer tread.
To nowhere, can it ever lead.
She just looked at him, and tried to smile.
There was nothing she could say,
the answer had always lain in her eyes.