A moment that came and....went

It’s very strange how you wake up in the morning; completely unaware of what the day holds in store for you and for once in a yellow sun, least concerned about it too; and then when it finally does unfold, as it does, it catches you completely off guard, and time takes you for a ride through heaven and, by the time it sinks in, that you have had one of the best days of your life; a day you are bound to remember for all your days to come, a day you are going to relive in your memory for a lifetime; it is night. The joyride is over. It was like that pleasant shower of rain you had been waiting for, all along, in this desert and that took you totally off guard, and by the time you could come back to your senses and stretch out your palms wide to collect a few extra handfuls of that precious water…the clouds, those lovely grey clouds your eyes longed to see, have been blown away by the mighty winds to lands unknown, who are as thirsty as the land you stand on, or maybe even more.
It is very strange how, one moment you are brooding if it's right to even consider yourself lucky to be born, and the very next moment you are sure that you are born to be lucky. It takes just one moment, for time to redeem your faith in your destiny. And this moment lingers in the corridors of your memory when everything else has departed, or has faded away under the dust of time, that seems to settle on it in growing magnitude with every passing moment.
That moment did not announce its arrival or make a pompous entry like the many other moments that do, but can never stand the test of time. It just sneaked in from a small window somewhere and you did not even see it as it entered. There was so much chaos in your head. You were not in your senses to notice it. Neither did it hang around for very long. But for the little time that it did, it brought heaven to you. And you weren’t even sure if it was for real. You kept watching transfixed, sure that like those many hollow times that had preceded this, this too will just play with your senses and then disappear into nothingness; leaving you, so empty, so disheartened and mocking the very foundations of the tower of hope you erected in your heart.
But it did not, it stayed not for long; but for the time that it did, it made an imprint on your soul that is there to last. The ball went up in the air.From what you had seen in the times before, you were so sure that it will land in those stands you wished you were in. You could feel something like a dagger run through that tower. That’s when the ball landed safely into the hands of a fielder, and...and, India had won the world cup. You could not believe what you had just seen. You climbed on top of the chair you were sitting on and started screaming harder than your lungs permitted you to. The celebrations followed. There was a lot of noise. This was to welcome the moment everyone was going to cherish for a long time. But, just as it had come uninvited, it sneaked out quietly; out of a backdoor somewhere; leaving you feeling happy and elated. It had done its job. It had instilled the hope in you, the hope you will need to hold on to, the hope you will have to hang on to, the next time the ball will go up in the air…

And for an age of mornings that come, you welcome every one of them with your eyes wide open, with your jaws and your fists clenched firm….sure, that today is going to be like that moment, like that moment you once lived. Maybe today, you are going to get to visit heaven one more time... the way you did, when India won the world cup….

Without you…

With or without you, I told myself, I will continue to go strong..
With or without you, I consoled myself, my life, still will keep moving on…

It’s been a few months since those days now, oh don’t they feel like ages…
I guess, once you get into it, life flips very fast, through its pages…

I promise you, there hasn’t been one meal, that has ever tasted less better, just because you aren’t around…
I promise you, there hasn’t been one rain, that has ever smelt less sweeter, every single time it first hits the ground…

No, I don’t even feel your absence when I travel alone all day long…
Anyways when with you, only that boring silence was my favorite song…

Today, when someone talked about you, I couldn’t recall your face…
C’mon, there ain't no guilt, I am happy, my brain knows what part of the past it can afford to erase...

In this rare moment, when, for a change, I have got nothing else to do…
I decide to turn back, one last time, and look back at the past, that I painted with you.

It seems so hazy... it seems so distant…
I just can’t identify with it, at this instant…

With, not without you, there was so much pain…
I can see a face lose itself in agony and disdain…

I have got a sprain in my neck, can’t keep looking back for too long…
From the little that I just saw, I know, I am better off looking straight and moving on..

As I bid my last adieu to those years, those days, those moments that are too heavy too treasure…
I admit they were a necessity, maybe not in such a large measure….

To avoid the stumbling, the fall and the bruises, as I get onto the fast lane;
To know the steps, from the stones....{sigh ;-) }

I just need to glance back into the memory lane……

Missing the bus...

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It’s been a long day…and you know it’s gonna be a long way back home…It’s been raining right since you hit the road…You have always loved the rains…But today the drops seem to be coming down to get you…and they seem so cold….they never felt this way…..Maybe it’s the rain….maybe it’s you…but something doesn’t feel right…either on the outside…or somewhere within…you ain’t sure where….

There are so many people at the bus stop…there always are so many people everywhere…It’s almost impossible to find your space in this space that you manage to get….It’s 15 minutes now and the bus hasn’t turned up as of yet…you see the people around you getting frustrated...... and you feel proud about the fact that you are a patient one…always have been….or have had to be…… have been forced to be…..lol….you don’t want to get into the details…..

You can see an empty 17E bus in the distance.This one will drop you just outside your building.You feel your lips broadening up.Time to get lucky….You’ve always had to change buses while going back home.This bus never did care to come when you were around.Today, surely feels different now……There’s heavy traffic and the bus seems to be caught up in it, some 20 metres from the bus stop.The driver is honking like a kid getting late for his exam, waiting for his dad to get his tie knotted and get into the car. You ain’t sure if it is for the people at the stop to come and get in or for the vehicles ahead to move on…..The people around you are rushing towards the bus….you decide not to follow them….the bus will stop at the stop anyways…..you can see a few like minded people around you holding ground and your confidence level goes up…..The signal ahead of the stop turns green…the traffic disperses…..the bus picks up speed……..and doesn’t slow down at the stop…Bad miss….It’s raining heavily again…

It’s 20 minutes now since you last saw that bus… …and another one hasn’t turned up since then….. they never take so much time every day …the crowd is thickening up ….. ……that’s when you see the 17D bus, the one you unhesitatingly take everyday…..come fully loaded with passengers…..it’s a little more crowded than it normally is….you should manage to find a footing anyways…….you see everybody rush towards the bus…..you start thinking about the one you managed to miss……and your heart doesn’t want to get into this bus filled wid wet clothes…….you decide that the next bus should come in quick since this one took a long time…….and you see this bus off too…..this time with no one on your side……The rain just doesn’t seem to stop…..

Your presumptions were wrong…..the next bus didn’t follow up the filled one as you thought it will….It’s been more than an hour at the bus stop now……That’s when you see a 17D rushing in from the distance….It’s a little more filled than the one you let go….but you don’t give a damn…you just wanna take a bus and go home….But this one doesn’t decide to stop for the only passenger at the stop…..The driver is more interested in beating the green signal just ahead of the bus stop he is about to miss……You can’t believe this….you run after the bus……you just don’t want to miss this one…..you keep running……onto a flyover and down it….but the bus never slows down…but you have to……your legs ain’t used to keeping up with such high speeds……The rain is pouring into your eyes…… You stop….watching the bus fade away in the distance…....you ain’t sure whether you should walk over to the next bus stop or the previous one….you are in the middle of nowhere…..you turn back coz you ain’t sure how much further down the road the next bus stop might be……and that’s when you see an empty 17E zoom past you and throw up lots of muddy water onto your face as its wheels gush into the puddle, the rains homed into…..It’s not raining anymore….but your eyes don’t seem to feel to difference……

You take an auto to the nearest pub….so much for saving money for the day….lol

Moral of the story : The next bus is never gonna be as nice as the one you managed to
miss…But you might as well take it……coz what’s gone never
returns….and what you are about to let go, for something better, is
what you’ll end up missing sometime later for sure……

P.S.: You can afford to miss a bus now, only if you have got the cash to pay up for an auto

later...lol