Another Mortal Life

It is weird.. the simultaneity of stagnation and change. And I don't even know which of the two I want to let continue.

Being in the final year is a mixed feeling. The number of people you know suddenly falls down to half, and that of the people you would like to know falls down to even less..Yeah, yeah, I'm talking about the few good looking girls IIT had, till the last sem. Final yr comes with an expectation of some sort of responsibility. To look at seniors wasn't that bad an offense, you know! Kids can't really stalk. Even if they do, it's pardonable. Shopping in the junior section is not prohibited, but you can't wander checking out there.

And again, the C-slot comes back to haunt me, and this time with a teacher who talks like, "Tu kal kahan tha?" My first experience in years with a teacher like that. I bunked his class on Friday. Let's see. :(.. But, well, I must say I don't really dislike waking up early in the morning. It's refreshing. The D-slot (the hour following the C-slot) is free for the third semester in a row, which allows for a good morning walk and occasional talk I so missed for one whole semester. The day starts at 6, not at 12; this is how God meant it to be. Though when I shared this thought with a friend, he simply came up with:
"Dil ke bahlaane ko Ghalib ye khayaal achchha hai"

I really enjoyed a recent treat by two of my friends very much. I would cherish it. There is something about men. They won't like to make it very obvious that they sincerely like a person. In order to hide it, they would try to make the remark seem too casual, or would try to quickly change the topic. I observed it for the umpteenth time that day in the conversations between friends. But may be it's only me, and I just keep looking for the traces of similarity in others' behaviour and mine to feel normal.

I am told I've been behaving quite maturely in recent times. It has been opined that this type of girl I won't fall for, that that type of girl I won't fall for, that I won't do this/that for a girl. Thank you, but how do the two sentences connect? Get blind, and fall in love? :P

Love is in the air, suddenly, for almost all my friends. And thankfully the air I'm breathing in is still pure and fresh. :D

It's really great to not have feelings like love/crush or whatever. You can smile deep inside on the little sweet nothings love makes your friends do for their girls. You can don the shoes of the-most-practical-guy-they-know and warn against the sentiments like "Love happens only once". And while discussing how the recent experiences of some of them have ended in heartbreaks (well, almost.), a friend recollected one of my own lines (and it suited my opinion in the discussion quite perfectly):

It feels good when your lines fit a situation so precisely, and not you but somebody else mentions them.

But, well, this indifference, this practicality, this mature behaviour may have another angle to it ... May be "Love happens only once"! (Remember "Hum ek baar jite hain, ek baar marte hain, shaadi bhi ek baar hoti hai, aur pyar....ek hi baar hota hai". Why on earth do 'I' remember it?) Arghhh!

On another note (as if till now I was focused on one topic only), my poems continue their infamous tryst with reality....
1.It all started in january. You and U was quite successfully decoded by someone! That was fun..
2. Then, a couplet blew out of proportions simply because of its rhyme scheme (or say because of me). But this was fun too.
3. And now somebody thinks she's the protagonist of "The Phone Call". This is fun too! :P

On another note, I would like to mention this tag by Phoenix. It felt good to see my name in the list. But having so few regular readers, I won't get into 'passing-on the tag'-business.

And, loved this poem.