Time
I looked at the watch-11:30p.m 2nd Jan2009 IST
I looked up.
Same as 1 p.m 2nd Jan 2009 US East Time.
I wish I could rewrite stuff.
Friday, January 02, 2009
Farm House
Suddenly, there comes a point when too much seems to be happening and I am not sure there is enough time to sit and fathom, analyze and understand, dream and just get oblivious to your surroundings. Or may be, even if you have enough time, you're not allowed to take it. That is how it works. Bhave told me its more important to live in the moment, cherish the moment rather than pushing yourself to wondering what would happen next. That is what I was always did, for how many ever years I have known myself. I dint do that for a while and it just seems like I lost most of myself. I get up everyday ruing what happened at that particular space of time. Some told me it was not worth it, some told me I was silly, and some told me I gave up easily. But, I had not given up, and may be I still thought it was worth it. But, I guess you have no rights to think that way until you answer questions that loom large, too perplexed to answer anything.
I had just put Bhave to sleep.May be a little too many drinks.
It was dark and cold outside.
I looked at the watch. Jan1st, 2:30 a.m.
It was a happy evening. It was indeed a happy evening.
Kashyap was sitting on the bench, eyes half closed. 5 minutes back he told me he was going to be the last man standing.
Music was good. Music is always good when we get together. That'll always stay.
2008 was a confused year. First half of the year was spent trying to hold back something that was about to pass and next half of the year went chasing something I dint know while still trying to hold on something that had already passed. So many things.
How did I fare?
I did a bad job. I did a terrible job.
Kashyap was on the ground. Always the 1st man down.
I lifted him and put him to sleep, next to bhave and came out. Fuck, He was become quite heavy since the last time I lifted him. I remember that night.25th june. My memory is pretty good.
I always thought I'd fare well, you know. I had absolutely no doubts about that.
Anand came to ask me what was had happened.
A strained smile. "Nothing", I answered as I looked away.
I promised I'll visit the U.S for his graduation.
I have always done a bad job of keeping in touch till now. Hm, a New Year Resolution, I guess.To keep in touch. A simple one.
Atleast Shanky and Kash are around with a few others. I'll try to keep this resolution going.
Bhave was feeling cold. I looked around, there was nothing to cover him.
My sweater?
I had decided that I would never give it to anyone. It meant a lot to me.
He was shivering.
I smiled. Took my sweater off and put it on him.
Switched off the lights and went to the hall. J was ready.
Mittal and Bahl were leaving.
"Dude, I hope you learn how to ride the bike in 2009", he said laughing.
He he. I will.
Time to forget what happened and what was going to happen. Time to be Happy.
Suddenly, there comes a point when too much seems to be happening and I am not sure there is enough time to sit and fathom, analyze and understand, dream and just get oblivious to your surroundings. Or may be, even if you have enough time, you're not allowed to take it. That is how it works. Bhave told me its more important to live in the moment, cherish the moment rather than pushing yourself to wondering what would happen next. That is what I was always did, for how many ever years I have known myself. I dint do that for a while and it just seems like I lost most of myself. I get up everyday ruing what happened at that particular space of time. Some told me it was not worth it, some told me I was silly, and some told me I gave up easily. But, I had not given up, and may be I still thought it was worth it. But, I guess you have no rights to think that way until you answer questions that loom large, too perplexed to answer anything.
I had just put Bhave to sleep.May be a little too many drinks.
It was dark and cold outside.
I looked at the watch. Jan1st, 2:30 a.m.
It was a happy evening. It was indeed a happy evening.
Kashyap was sitting on the bench, eyes half closed. 5 minutes back he told me he was going to be the last man standing.
Music was good. Music is always good when we get together. That'll always stay.
2008 was a confused year. First half of the year was spent trying to hold back something that was about to pass and next half of the year went chasing something I dint know while still trying to hold on something that had already passed. So many things.
How did I fare?
I did a bad job. I did a terrible job.
Kashyap was on the ground. Always the 1st man down.
I lifted him and put him to sleep, next to bhave and came out. Fuck, He was become quite heavy since the last time I lifted him. I remember that night.25th june. My memory is pretty good.
I always thought I'd fare well, you know. I had absolutely no doubts about that.
Anand came to ask me what was had happened.
A strained smile. "Nothing", I answered as I looked away.
I promised I'll visit the U.S for his graduation.
I have always done a bad job of keeping in touch till now. Hm, a New Year Resolution, I guess.To keep in touch. A simple one.
Atleast Shanky and Kash are around with a few others. I'll try to keep this resolution going.
Bhave was feeling cold. I looked around, there was nothing to cover him.
My sweater?
I had decided that I would never give it to anyone. It meant a lot to me.
He was shivering.
I smiled. Took my sweater off and put it on him.
Switched off the lights and went to the hall. J was ready.
Mittal and Bahl were leaving.
"Dude, I hope you learn how to ride the bike in 2009", he said laughing.
He he. I will.
Time to forget what happened and what was going to happen. Time to be Happy.
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