Wednesday, September 26, 2007

Nostalgia grips MOI....

I remember the time, when I used to sit in my physics class…and wonder when the 45 minutes would end, coz it seemed like an eternity….and now in the past few years, how life has run me over with its high speeds, leaving not even a moment to catch my breath…and whenever I do stop, and look back and I see all that I have left behind with time, I wonder if it’s the same life….old times, friends…love!

Wat I look back at with most amazement is love….how fast did we go through it…those initial glances…to actually speaking…then to try and get hold of the number (landline in the good old days) …thinking of a good excuse (usually it falls face flat…no matter how much u think!)…a blank call, if the mom/dad picks up…then you curl the wire around your fingers…waiting….and then call again, picks up…put up the excuse ( it already sounds so lame in your head!), but they buy it neway ….then pacing up and down the room as the conversation moves away…. Mom screaming and sister nagging….doesn’t matter…a few more minutes of bliss…Dad walks in, phone goes on Mute…they ask if something is wrong… say “nothin” with the most cheerful voice…know that it has to end now, you say bye, they say bye….then small talk again, abt when you meet in class next and what notes to give…more wire twisting ( there’s not much left of it!) and then byes again…good nite and sweet dreams (even if its bloody evening!)…and the phone is kept….big smile…mom still screaming, sister still nagging…but it doesn’t mean nething nemore…smile remains….I’ve just known wat heaven feels like….

And to think…I’ve lived throught it…and its all history now….Time flies….but memories remain….and what wonderful memories….

The Art of Losing

This is a beautiful poem that I heard in the movie " In her Shoes" - wouldn't talk too much abt the movie, coz it was a nice girlie flick, but I have seen better movies than that.... but what struck me in this poem, is what it states and how entirely different is the actual meaning....

One Art - Elizabeth Bishop

The art of losing isn't hard to master;

so many things seem filled with the intent

to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day.

Accept the flusterof lost door keys, the hour badly spent.

The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:

places, and names, and where it was you meant

to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or

next-to-last, of three loved houses went.

The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,

some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.

I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

---Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture

I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident

the art of losing's not too hard to master

though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

How easily does she speak of loss, yet how fake is the pretense....maybe that is how its is....a memory that you may choose to remember as one of the times that life takes you through....but you can never truly sometimes, no matter wat...a loss can never be truly made up for!

What women want!!

Oh well, this is absolutely the kind of stuff that I know girls wud want guys to know….the sweet nothings, which one can never put in words but which mean so much! I am putting it up here coz I believe in social service….