The Instigation of a Culmination

Imagine yourself voyaging on a ship for five and a half long years. Sometimes you have the destination decided, and you move towards it, though still not sure you will get to them. And you try reaching it and sometimes you do. But most of the time you just feel like to go along the wave to the place so unknown, so leaded, so magnetizing. When you boarded the ship you didn’t know many people, and those you knew were just that you knew as people. But with the course of time and the sail, you meet people who boarded before you and also after you. You become close to few, closer to still a few and detested to some.

You find people of your likes, your tastes and your thoughts. You find people attracting you with their intelligence, with their cool behaviors, and with their attitudes. Few mesmerize you with their looks. And you know there are still more few people on board in some corner of the ship, you need to see. You have fun, freak out, eat, drink, sleep, roam around, flirt around with people, play, fight, annoy, crack jokes and do thousands of other things with the people on board. You learn many things. You get used to things so much that you can’t imagine yourself sailing without them, or rather you can’t imagine seeing yourself without them. You get so attached to the ship that you pronoun it as your own possession.

And then a day comes, when you are realized that this isn’t the place you belong to. You are confided that you boarded the ship to leave it someday. That day you find out that the place you consider your world, where you dreamt your future is just a dream in reality. A dream you had lived so long, so completely with, so much enjoyed it that you don’t want to wake up to drop the dream in the air. But life isn’t about sleeping, it is about moving ahead. I know, for me this dream had been so treasuring that even after I get away from the ship, I will be never forgetting it throughout my life. A part of me wants to go ahead and have all together a new air in the life but a major part of me still wants to be in this dream, voyaging places all the time.


Walking on the street I asked myself what makes me,
What is the conviction around that reveals the real me?
The vagueness of my random ideas and stimulations
are really real, or just a theater show at the matinee?

With a hollow wish, I have decided to move ahead
and leave the place I had been living in for so long
It’s not just the place, but also the happiness that
I am leaving behind to create new delights along.

Walking on the same street, I whispered myself
It’s not just me who abides but also are others.
This street will also be longing to endure my feet
as I pine for its ups and downs, twists and turns.

When I hide my face in the darkness of this night
to wipe the tears rolling down my swollen eye.
With the lamp of hope lighting in the dimming dusk
I wish to come back to the place I will now deprive.

Time to blog

Well, those days are back again… though lately… No more hitting CTRL+SPACE continuously. I know a java developer working on ECLIPSE IDE will definitely understand that… but for others… no more pounds of work. So that’s not the only thing that has come again.

No work and that came with a couple of milk chocolates. Well there was time I used to eat chocolates got on someone’s arrival from onsite. And today after a very loooooong time I got to eat them again.

Well, that’s not it. there is much to come. We have got Orkut access again in our office. Good that the operations’ guys have decided to remove the WebSense blockage.

So with that there are many other sites otherwise inaccessible, becoming easy to surf through. I know you understand what I mean.

And yes, how can I forrget this... getting up again at close to 11 in the morning... (huh? should i call it morning... well i guess so... for me, atleast, its morning)

And more of it… the thing I am rightly doing now… writing blog.

Well, may He keep this change for ever. Amen.

Working late nights

Is this by wish or by compelling, but it is true, that I am working late nights. Doing things I want to do the last. All this time, I have stopped doing things I love, like watching movies, listening to songs(all day… There was time when you would have never found me without my earphones hanging from my ears.), going home early, talking to friends, sit in the cafeteria for really long-long time and many others.

I will really have to think hard to recollect when did I talk freely and talk all rubbish stuff with any of my friends. Its good that my friends haven’t realize that I had been working so much that I don’t even bother to click on the play button of the iTunes when I have my earphones tangled around my neck.

I remember once that I had been making fun of one of my friends for working so hard and that too just for peanuts. I had made such a big fuss outta it that his girlfriend literally didn’t talk to him for… to be true I don’t know really how long… but now I am in the same condition… spending hours at office, and not freaking out but working, though not for peanuts but just a little more than that.

The latest number by Justin Timberlake is actually true… “what goes around, goes around… comes round”.