Home Sweet Home. Seriously?

Day? Don’t know. Date? Don’t care. Month? Probably May. Time? 2 A.M. Eyes? Wide open. Ears? Plugged. Hair? Messy. Face? Smiling. Cause? Probably some ‘awww’ scene in a movie.

Oh, no, it’s not your slip. Even the last person who read the post thought that it was ‘he’ who was being portrayed so accurately. And bizarre, as it may sound, this is not any hostel scene that I am talking of, for neither did I mention any group of juniors howling in the corridor in their typical local dialect nor did I illustrate the wretched condition of your hostel room, which I assume is worse than that at home (a risky presumption though but the only back bone to the supposition is the omnipresence of that divine lady in your house, You mother). It is solely the virtual tranquility that you create around yourself while you are supposedly working on your laptop with the earphones plugged in, that has been subjected to analysis here. So, I am home since the past few days, nearly 20 (Oh come on! 20 on 80 ARE fucking few days only) and I am almost ready with the sword to chop off your head for your immediate question ‘What’s up with the vacations?’ along with that sarcastic how-useless smile of yours, is really going to stir my blood hot. Sincerely, you might have but I still have not forgotten the primary meaning of holidays. Weren’t they supposed to be an unambiguous synonym of enjoyment and relaxation? No? What went wrong then? Ah! Forget it. This is altogether a different issue that we are getting into. As of now, I would go on with sharing my vacation experiences and would indeed be glad to make you jump off your chair shouting ‘Same here!’.  

No jokingly, I am tired of standing this one accusation almost daily:

‘You no longer qualify to live at home. You are drenched in the hostel air completely and this routine of yours does not fit in for a decent and mannered stay at home’. Dammit, throw me out then! I mean what do they even mean by putting this allegation on me that I do not qualify? I am sure they didn’t expect me to click on some ‘I accept the terms and conditions’ button below some page titled ‘I will now stay at home for 82 days, 7 hours, 6 minutes and 4 seconds.’!
But here is something I have in for you, something that each of us should strictly follow without any why(s), something that should, no would, ease our long stay at home:

·         No matter how fresh, I shall drool and swing and dribble and sway like a sleep deprived fellow from 10:30 P.M. at night, leaving my parents assured that the first and the only thing I’d do on entering my room is doze and dream (decently).

·          If I am unable to get up latest by 8 in the morning, the only thing that I will mummer in the subconscious state is the same old reason justifying my sleep overshoot which says that I could not sleep properly at night and there is some why because of which I was tossing on the bed till 3 with my room lights off (very important clause), so their might should spare me.

·         I will not jump off my chair out of the sheer happiness inflicted upon me by marks such as 11 on 75, for they are supposed to be failing marks. At such occasions, I would hide the happiness of getting double digit marks by silently sitting in a room till my parents actually recall that I had got something similar (a little more though) in the previous semester too and that I had passed that course and quite decently at that. It is only after that, that I am officially released to live the unexpected.

·         When on calls, I will try not to tease the person on phone by the name of his/her crush, if some humanly inquisitive body in around. Still, if it gets irresistible, I shall inquire civilly with words like ‘How’s your friend doing?’ or ‘How is John?’. Being straight helps at times and I know that I am 20 only because someone is 40 and has had it all. I will not act over smart, every time.

·         I will not smile constantly looking down into the cell. I will, however, secretly wonder how my teachers are more understanding in this regard. Though I will expect them to understand, that had the thing being shareable; I would never have smiled so naughtily, I will keep calm and not retaliate at them accusing them of bugging in my privacy.

·         Apart from all these, I will not enjoy any romantic song limitlessly. I will not stress on a particular line of a song vehemently. I can always feel the butterflies within though.

(On our way back to home, the song ‘pyaar deewana hota hai, mastaana hota hai’ was being played late night in our car and singing loudly, as I always am, I stressed on something as risky as, ‘aa hi jaata hai jispe dil aana hota hai’. Trust me; it isn’t a very good idea to rejoice every time.
#100%TrueStory.)

With this, I sign off for this post. Try implementing them; at least a few for vacations still have a long way to go. Don’t take anything for granted. For everything isn’t as innocent as your facebook status,
<3 Home sweet home <3

Keep Smiling for this world is beautiful when you do! :)   

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It Rained Yesterday

Despite a nagging denial of my heart to the excited clouds, despite a continuous wrench of my tear filled eyes, despite an isolation of my soul from the cruel world, despite everything against, it rained yesterday. Yes, I too thought it was a mere coincidence, your leaving and the silent weeping of the sky. For once, my mind did agree but this fist sized element placed so furtively inside a human is what that takes the most to convince. One doesn’t aptly know how much it demands of a life to face the nasty atrocities until it falls upon him. I wonder how I smiled at the first drop then and I also remember the way they believed in my smile. They sure lived up to their own saying of smiles being deceptive. And know if it helps, I did pick up my cell phone just as impulsively as one laughs on being tickled, I was nearly there, dialing some number subconsciously but then a thought almost like a pinch back to reality stuck me and I smiled again, and negotiating with all the upper bounds of juvenility, they did believe it again and this time anticipating a nod in response to their blissful statement, ‘They are so breathtaking. One simply can’t help but be lost in their paranormal essence. I fail to comprehend as to why the first of all things have an edge over the rest of the kind. Now talk of them only, the first rains. They are magical.’

‘The first rain, the first cry, the first smile, the first word, the first step, the first possession and the first love. Sure, they are unforgettable.’ This was just an obvious underlying thought meant to be kept as one like the countless many. I wondered again, that if the first of a kind is unforgettable, why not be them? Who under this sky must have ever cried thinking about his first broken up sentence or the first smile he ever shared when being cuddled by his mom? The happening of an episode never really upsets; it’s the discontinuity which does. Or rather, more than the discontinuity it’s the absence of the perfect closure that doesn’t let you be at peace. Never mind, maybe I didn’t deserve one. Each day anything happens and the first joy that enchants me is the thought of sharing it with you. You will never know how much elated I feel when I imagine you caring enough to pay attention to my words and then to be reminded of the fact that I have actually once lived what now seems as a far-off reality just rips me off.  Ever felt sand slipping off your hand? The harder you clutch, the faster it runs down. The degree of helplessness which then creeps into a person’s heart is what I’ve lived with all these years. Remember the primary school lessons on the rain cycle? They said that when the clouds get saturated with the vapors of water and are virtually in no position of taking any more, they eventually need to burst out. Not everyone finds the right path for their pain out. This is nature’s way of expressing its sorrows. Have we ever, before getting drenched, thought that it too could be someone’s pain that we are basking in so gladly without the slightest hint? It’s strange how someone’s pain can turn out to be someone else’s pleasure. And even strange is the fact how oddly similar is human life to nature, otherwise one never would have been able to connect himself so vividly with it. What cannot be associated to, cannot be felt and what cannot be felt cannot be articulated. They saw my steps in the rain yesterday, I saw ours. I felt so close to you, so close that I almost clasped the rain drops falling onto me. I was unintentionally reminded of how you used to pull me near and hug me tight that even your heartbeats used to be evidently audible. No sound in this world can ever be more pleasing to my ears as that, the thumping of your heart when the reason is my presence. You know I really would have been contended with my present, had you never made me believe that it could be better, that I could smile more meaningfully and that the rains could convey a meaning greater to me than just someone’s soreness.

It tickled me right in the center and I yelled a no unabatedly. It was almost reluctant. It wanted to pour. I couldn’t have been stronger. I lied there sighing emptily. And it continued to trace memories within me. It was dark outside, when it thundered inside. And you are all I remember missing despite everything else being present there, when against all odds, it rained yesterday.