(Wrote this piece on a recent trip to Rishikesh, when everyone else had gone to sleep and I was sitting alone by the Bonfire.
You have to be at that place to understand the heady mix booze and that backdrop can have on you!!)
Destiny they say,
Crosses everyone’s way.
If it walks along, all good,
Bt if it chooses not to
It does make you pay.
You’re termed a loser, the moment you talk about luck,
But he is looking for the key,
That would open the lock, that he always finds stuck.
Why until then, they can’t just let him be.
What already bugs him all day, that
You can’t make him realize.
So stop reminding it over and again,
Keep to yourself, your valuable advice.
He’s working on it, guiding the wave on its course,
Their giving directions, provide no helping force.
Its like walking in rain, at the edge of seas,
The steps he took were, washed off as if felonies.
He ain’t no loser, just going through a rough patch,
Things he knows, have to be started from scratch.
To them I admit, this HIM is me,
And why the hell they can’t let ME,. Be me….
Sitting like always,
as we’re laughing out loud,
We’re lost, it might seem,
But we very well stand out from the crowd.
Four years is a long time,
For the world to change,
But the change has left us with memories,
A mix of pleasant, bitter and strange.
The very first day itself, showed how its gonna be,
Dumb seniors, and the gals even more,
I felt the dumbest among them, why didn’t I flee.
This mutual unrest perhaps made us the friends we are,
Sailing through the teela and hawa-mahal,
We’ve come too far.
From the “wo sehen nhi hoti” wala bunk,
To Vicky being called a hunk.
The lab asses who loved to nag,
And our shouting for a party, even if someone got a new bag.
Digging eight spoons in one plate of rajma-rice,
And then collecting chillad to pay its price.
The last minute submissions we felt proud over,
And the professor we always planned we would gift a razor.
Never will I forget, those freaky nightouts,
Studying only when there’s fire on our butt,
The always-fretting mulla, khurram ki sharaafat,
Aur langde ka wo sexy haircut.
The excitement when we first got placed,
And now, the nostalgia that is to be faced.
But I know I’ve gained a lot, and
What I’ll lose its not much,
Only one thing I have to say,
I love u guys, never be out of touch.
The laughter is continued,
We’re still sitting as we do.
Everyone’s staring at me, saying,
Ab wapas niche aaja, bahot udd liya tu.
The obstacles were always there,
Sometimes they made me slow,
Sometimes gave a blow,
But never did I think, to change my way.
Now to my face stands a wall,
Wish I could see, but its way too tall.
But heyy!! Over there, I see two doors,
One’s in the way, and the other’s off road.
The way up there, the door weighing a tonne,
Has what I always wanted,
What I spent my life on.
It tempts me still, but the journey gives a low.
The other door, though its easier to go,
It would be hell throughout,
NO friends NO foes.
The stars up there, are calling upon,
Shouting,
They make me feel a moron.
Go for your dream, you’ll get what u want.
Am walking still, on the way I was,
I’ll listen to them, they say my heart.
Yes I was, screwed up by each circumstance,
The OBSTACLE was deep, it left no chance.
But am geared up now, with every penny n dime,
To scale the WALL,
To screw the circumstances this time.