Adieu,,

It was like any other dawn ; Birds chirping ,,,,,,,scented breeze and the first signs of the golden rays tearing away the darkness,,,,,,,,,but it was the 17th of february,,,,17th FEB 2002,,,,The day she wud be formally bidding adieu to her alma mater; her school,,her first tryst with life,,,

She was there on time , articulately dressed, her usual calm and composed self ; exchanging pleasantaries with her friends , mentors and those inanimate objects whose existence seemed so meaningful today. Snacks were served ,,,,, adresses delivered ; some with misty eyes and some with buisness-like perfection embossed with words but devoid of emotions,,,,, And it was now her turn to do the honours,,,,

Quietly , with misty eyes and some incoherent words , she thanked everyone around for the wonderful time that she had and how wud she miss it from now on,,,,Miles lay ahead of her ; the sky to reach and the world to conquer,,,,she said it all ,,,,,
But there was something which she never said,,,,,She never said how much she wud miss that one particular friend with whom she had smiled and cried her heart out,,,,,how one certain teacher silently encouraged and supported her always,,,she never said how badly she wud miss those banterings with her peers,,,,she never said that the last farewell song had touched her so much that she could never ever forget its poignancy,,,,,she never said how those childish pranks played by her can still make her smile,,,how her fantasies knew no bounds while enacting "the arms and the man",,,,,how the only spank that she ever recieved still made her cry,,,,,how much she enjoyed gossiping 'bout the "events" around,,overhearing conversations and nicknames that knew no bounds,,,, that she also respected those teachers as her parents , who called her their dear child,,,, she never said how much she wud miss those desks, benches, the scribbled comments on them,, ,,and she never said that some day when she returns back ,she would still be loving it the same,,,
But today ,,four years hence , face to face with a farewell so many times more difficult than the previous one , she can only contemplate,,,,be her calm and composed self,,thank everyone around for the wunderful time that she had , bid adieu and leave everything else unsaid for the next one,,,,,

DAYS,,,,

These everlasting lanes Where I ran and played,,,,
Those melliflous sounds that soothed my way,,,,,
The hidden alcove with my secrets profound,,,
Those yesteryears with their charms abound,,,
The tender hands that brought me up,,,,
Ignored my tantrums and nurtured with love,,,
The little nook , where I fell and cried,,
Or the pretty dresses that made me smile ,,,
Those two little plaits with red ribbons,,,
The black shoes with lacy buttons,,,
Those plaintive rhymes and fairytales,,,
Of kings and queens and endless trails,,,
Took us to the world that we dreamt,,,,
Filled with love and no contempt .
Those wonder words that people said,,,
Or the occasional rifts that I often had,,,,
Those frequent fights that were 'normous fun,,
That innocence of childhood can never return,,,

The nostalgia of the days gone by,,,
Still loom large which i can never defy,,,
Unaware of worries , ache and pain,,,
Take me back to those blissful days,,,
Where I can once again feel the charm of this life;
The truth of my existence and the destiny that I deny.

Roobaroo Roshni hai !!

The other day my friend asked me " If given a legal right , whom wud you like to kill???"
I had answered jokingly " too many to name",,,,
But i was so so very wrong,,,,,,My perceptions have changed suddenly in a day,,,,,,,thnx to rakeysh Omprakash,,,I've now realized what it actually takes to transform educated , carefree and self centered ppl like us to brutal killers ,,,,,
The hatred , pain and frustration ofbeing wronged , of losing someone dear , of letting go our hard earned freedom to corrupt and senseless ppl around us ,,,the intensity with which certain events affect us ; all combine to bring out the worst in us,,,
Its easy to name ppl whom you hate and wud like to kill,,,but it is million times more difficult to vent out your hatred against ppl who have actually wronged you , robbed you of your rights and left you to just LIVE ; live not for happiness but live to breathe and breathe to live,,,,,

To kill or to defy law is a taboo and something that instantly terms you as a terrorist ,,,,,a defaulter , an outsocial ,,,
If that applies,was bhagat singh a terrorist ?
Was the stubborn opposition of Gandhiji not a breaking of law?
Or was massive killing of innocent ppl during Jalianwallah not a breach of law on the britishers part????
Sure , these incidents were termed the same at the time they took place ,,,But are they the same 50-60 yrs hence,,,,
Definitely NO ,,,they r now termed as sacrifices , quoted as examples of bravery to generations that follow,,,,,serving as epitome of selfless act for the benefit of masses,
If that be the case , an act of today to make India better , although be it against the law,is definitely a worthwile investment ;An investment that wud look for our sacrifices ,,,,the awakening of this generation and those to follow, to come out of the self confined territories to accept the drastic truths staring blatantly at our faces,,,,,
This may sound too huge and made up,,and perhaps once the hangover of the movie passes by me,I would also return back to the mundane self centered life of mine ,,,,,,
But , as of today , I've viewed this world with a different light,,,,At least for today ,,,,to me ROOBAROO ROSHNI HAI