Life,that is...

It’s that time of the year again
Vacuum has set in, which I frown upon with disdain
Not that I cannot overcome that in defiance
But we all indulge in moments of indolence
Nor I acquit myself of this disobedience

Resentment, retreat, reticent and restraint
It’s all a repetition
Well, its that time of the year again.

Looking beyond this phase of rejection
There could be a festivity of celebration
Though no certitude.

Such a relief...

Sweat drenched my clothes
While I walked among the bunch of blokes
Prayed to god for the clouds of relief
He had a different plan or so was the belief

Days passed on with no change
While no relief in near range
People sulked and earth parched
Ponds dried and petals cried

Yet another day Sun beamed wrath
It went west as I walked on the path
Clouds turned grey all of a sudden
Soon became the earth moisture laden

An object of a curious case..

They say success taste a lot sweeter when you had trod through the bitterness of failure and stumbled upon the carpets of thorns. May be it does. But who cares. The feeling of success would last for say an hour or so or may be a week for some. What matters to me is the change in life that is going to follow. Its like suddenly you are placed at the crossroads. You are given the choice. Your life is no more the same like it was yesterday. And come to talk of it here in civil service preparation, that I am in to, its like suddenly you raised to the level of stardom. If you could place yourself in some decent rank every competitive magazines craving for lucrative chunk of their share in the business would flash your photos and interviews for the next few months. People talk about you and they’d remember you too during the stint of their preparation.

Well, I am looking forward to that change. And you want me to talk about my failure. They call it a curious case. It’s like I’ve passed through all the stages of exams and failed at all of them too. Things have gone in a backward fashion for me. Anyways, I lived this life that I am going through right now for miserably longer years. I guess you must have seen this popular T-shirt line “I was born intelligent but education ruined me”. That is a little different in my case. I’d say,” I was born healthy education ruined me”. I had done too much of sitting staring at voluminous books that my joints and all needs to be regularly exercised. And that’s what the doctor said.

You know you need a bit of luck if you want to get what you want. But I guess luck is a gift I am yet to receive. And to pep myself up, who knows may be its in transit. One question that my conscience is asking me right now is, “ Am I working towards success?”. If I had to answer here then I would say “Not all the time”. Especially after making a brief visit home for my sister’s marriage studies has marked a downward trend on the graph of my progress. The thought that I’m the next one, in fact the last one in our generation, to get married in the family should shake me up a little to work even harder. Anyways its pleasing to meet friends and to hear them say, without going in to what lies beneath, that their studies are slow too. But whatever, there are always people making it to the success list. Ultimately it is what that counts.

Well, I am just peeping out to see if success is just around the corner. Hmmm…looks like its caught in the traffic. Ha ha ha….

oops....just figured out that this is my 50th post....That goes for a toast....clinnnnkkkkkk.......

Nature and hope….

Sometimes I wonder if the four seasons of the nature symbolizes some kind of change in our life too. Each time there is a change in season I feel my life is being ushered in to a new phase. Though my routine may remain the same but my approach to it is definitely a lot different. No time could be better than now to talk about it. The City of Delhi is slowly creeping in to its days of bright sunshine ahead after having been a witness to mist laden plants, fog shrouded clouds and spine chilling cold. And it’s people are much relieved to get out of their woolens and happy to see the break of the day unlike those cold days when most of the people were huddled in their beds. The Park in the neighborhood, I guess, would be rejoiced to receive its once regular morning joggers and walkers who went missing for a brief time. Yeah, I am back in to my jogging shoes too. But some things haven’t changed. The sight of newspaper boys gathering up and splitting papers, School children accompanied by their mothers and a bunch of Punjabi-speaking old men with immense bon-homie amongst them at the teashop are clearly some of those unchanged things that has almost become my daily scene when I sip on the hot piping tea in the morning. It’s a great pleasure to sit and watch people beginning their day.

This end of winter has infused in me a sense of urgency reminding me to keep focused on the up coming preliminary exams in May. If there is one thing I liked about summer, despite the scorching heat, it is the energy it supplies that helps me to keep working. But winter, of course, has its own share of joy. Nature, as it may seem, brings with itself these symbolic changes of this sort to break the monotony in our life. I think it is only these changes that throw new challenges and promises that keeps us looking forward in life with a new found hope. I don’t know who said hope gives us strength. But I know that it is so right.