Another Mortal Life

I never happened to have the experience..
Of falling in love.

That I didn't even get many chances is true..
But that's not the end of the story.

The fact is I have resisted every chance..
Like I never let the wine to take over.

And this makes me remember a friend's assertion..
That one doesn't drink only to test one's limits.

You don't drink to feel proud
That it couldn't make you loose control.

Instead, you drink to succumb to it..
And float, and forget.. and remember.

Is it so?

Are unexpressed feelings like a bottle of wine
That you paid for, drank, but couldn't enjoy?

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My room has been a terrible mess for the last one month or so. The fact that I had virtually stopped living in it acted as an excuse to let it be one. Until the day before yesterday, when a friend informed he's arriving very shortly. Considering the fact that despite knowing me for 7 years he knows little of the careless me, I decided to let the newly laid tiles shine again by removing the millimetre thick grainular layer of soil best classifiable as sand. Ok. I suck. So what?

Well, my friend is to face his GD/PI for admission in Indian Institute of Mass Communication (Typing sucks, but didn't want you to confuse it with IIM Calcutta. For 'worse' part of my life I've lived in Delhi, and I still am here. Besides, if IIMs would schedule their GD/PI for this time of the year, nothing greater than that. High hopes. Aah.), today and tomorrow, for two different courses. (Already left for the one that's today.) And now you'd think why I'm writing all this. So here it goes: As per the notification by the institute, the results of the written test were to be declared towards the end of June. So, my dear friend started anticipating them from the 18th of June. For 2 weeks he called me up at 8-9 am daily (barring 2-3 days), to ask me to look up on the net if the results were declared. And believe me, more than him it was me who prayed for the results be declared soon. God knows how I managed to act awake when I picked up those phones. After an 'immature death' of my sleep for 4 consecutive days I started putting the phone on silent mode before going to bed. And on days when I had had his missed-calls I would call him back (after the 'natural death' of my sleep) telling him- "Not Yet." I also told him I'd inform him as soon as the results are declared, but no! Call he must.

And finally, the results were declared in the late evening of 30th of June. I didn't happen to access the net till 2 am. And when I finally saw the list, believe me I so wanted he makes it, much more than I would've if I had not devoted 2 weeks of my morning sleep to it. I scrolled down the list and Yo! He made it. He was called for the interview for both the courses he had applied for. I wanted to call him right then, but he was at home and a call on landline at 3 am wasn't a good option. I adjusted my alarm for 6 am. I woke up at 6 and called. He was awake, as usual, my early riser friend.

And well, now he is here, staying with me. He sleeps at 12. I sleep at 3. He wakes up at 6, or atmost, 7. Doesn't leave the bed, just keeps waiting with open eyes for me to wake up. (It's unlike last time when he was here. Then, he'd wake up, turn the computer on, and, when I'd see him, would tell me he needed breakfast). I, in my half-sleep condition, ignore him for an hour or so, but finally give up at 8. Rarely do I wake up at 8.

And now while I finish this post, he must be going through the selection process. Wishing him the best of luck.

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Sympathy is like a piece of bread.
People love to soak it in your pain,
'coz this makes it taste better for them.

When you are full of pain,
Dipping the bread spills some of it out.
You feel lighter, and thankful.
But the pain is now all around you,
And nobody soaks their breads in spillover.

People also take a sip or two of your pain,
And you like them for it, again.
Though they are only complementing their breads.

Face it that in the end,
It'll be you who would be left to drink it all.
You'd find the last sip much heavier
because of the tiny pieces of bread
Settled in the bottom of your drink.
And it would taste much bad.

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