Fumes of thoughts

Life is just one thing after another.

A book.
A book of disjoint short chapters arranged in chronological order. But stll disjoint.
Just as a book is read, one by one the pages are turned almost unknown to wat the next page holds. One by one the chapters end, a new chapter opens. And the previous chapter vanishes in a blur... unknown to us, we dont even doubt tht it was once so much a part of us. But sometimes the old chapters are very precious to us... we treasure them, lock them up in shelves so tht we can read them again. And they remain there... silent, untouched, undisturbed for so long that the pages turn to dust... layers of dust accumulate... and even wind dares not disturb them, lest it wakes them up from their eternal sleep... somewhere on those pages, it is written tacitly RIP... and we never touch them or visit them not even to put flowers... our treaured pages, chapters locked up safely in shelves of closed rooms. Rooms that are curtained thickly to drive away the bright sunlight. Then from those dusts of forgotten chapters thick white fume rise... clouds of fumes that slowly envelope the closed room... fumes that come out from the pages that burn slowly without a flame. And amidst those thick cloud we suffocate.

But thts just one part of it. It is not always like this. Sometimes the windows are let open. The fumes move away, mingle in the fresh air, get diluted and is soon forgotten just like the pages from where they rose.

And life... goes on... one thing after another... a book... a river. And in its course, bubbles form, bubbles - soft, delicate... vulnerable to even a slightest touch that causes it to burst and disappear leaving no trails behind, no footmarks to be washed by the river.

But its beautiful. The book as we read its pages. The present. Even the forgotten past and the anticipative future... all blended into one... the colour of white... tranquility.
And the river... the flowing river....

I see the inundation sweet,
I hear the spending of the steam
Through years, through men, through Nature fleet,
Through love and thought, through power and dream.

And life sings....

For men may come and men may go
But I go on forever

Friendship week.

There’s a miracle of friendship that
dwells within the heart
And you don’t know how it happens
or where it gets its start
But the happiness it brings you
always gives a special lift
Any you realize that friendship
Is God’s most perfect gift
-Anon.

First of all a very happy friendship week to all the readers of this post :)

This post is written in an attempt to thank the second best pepole in my life ... (the first and foremost being my family). It will be a long list if I started mentioning everybody here... from the time of my primary school days (whom i had the chance of meeting once more this summer), then my XIth - XIIth friends (without whom i would not have survived that altogether new and strange place... and with some of whom, i dont have any contacts now :( )... my friends at Delhi,(who were a constant support at a very crucial point... and who had found a special place for themselves in a very short time... less than 6 months..) and last but most importantly my friends whom I have gathered here in a span of 2 years.... some very recently and some from the very first day or even before that. We have argued on difference of opinions, fought on petty stuffs, consoled at the weak times, supported at the broken moments, pulled each other's legs, laughed on PJs more than all these they were always there for me.

I believe, whatever I am, I have been influenced by everyone whom I have come across in the course of journey of my life. The appreciations, criticisms, the simple words and the philosophical "fattes", each of them has its own hand in forming my opinion of life and living. And since I consider myself an unique individual (just like everyone else), I am thankful to all those people of my life for making me what I am. (And in case u consider me "not so good".... now u know, whom to blame :D)

A heartfelt thanks to all my friends who still remember me, even to all those from whose memory I have faded away, to those who believed in me and more than that to those who wanted me to prove myself before them.

Happy friendship week once again.

Signing off
Anki