Absconding Paranoid

Waqt ke pannon ko dekhke... ye lag saktha hai, ki waqt guzar jatha hai! Aur uske saath kuch cheeze, kuch yaadein, guzar jathi hai! Lekin abhi zaroor ye tho lagega... ki kuch khaas logon ki pahunch kabhi door nahi hothi! Waqt se bhi anmol ... kuch bewakoof hai! :) Aur tujhe ijaazat diya... koi bhi pal hame yaad karne ko! :D zindagi ki kitaab mein in doston se sajaye huye rangeen pal ke kaagaz ko bar bar dekhne ko!! PS: Parting gift to 'The Raj' :)

When we achieve something, someone asks how we feel. When we lose something, someone asks how it feels like. When we are young, we smile at everyone. When we get hurt, we cry like we lost everything. But as time passes by, as we grow up, we no longer smile that much. When we get hurt, we no longer cry that openly. As we get past the hurdles, the source of happiness seems to move away. There seem to be too many terms and conditions to reach it. Too many sources of disappointment cross paths everywhere. The world seems to have a lot more evil than a couple of decades back. It seems too difficult to skip the pits of heart-breaks. It seems as if the smiles are being erased. It seems as if everyone is just too selfish. It seems as if frowning is a default option, welcoming at every corner. The faces refuse to even frown as they got too tired of it. But they refuse to smile either. The possessions look petty. The sorrows seem silly. The reasons to smile vanish. Th...

It was a long and tiring day. He winded up his training and headed to his favourite spot.... the tree shade amid-st the rocky terrain atop the hill. It was particularly calm and breezy as opposed to the howling winds growling in the ear. He felt the soothe on his face and closed his eyes to enjoy the short stay there. Leaning against the tree in his usual posture, he got lost in his world. His mind was still lingering to the thought. Being an avid reader and day dreamer, he always wanted to develop the fuzzy thought and plume it into much clearer words and someday he wish to see himself transform into a good writer. He believes in his principles firmly. Peace and patience come before pride to him. Something flashed in his mind and he quickly started penning down: Once, people worked for earning food and shelter. Then, people worked for the nation... developing and expanding it. Now, people work... but strife dominates the lifestyle. Waging wars? Winning them? ...

He wakes up in the middle on nowhere, but finds out that he is in a closed room with his best buddies around... all smiling at him... as if welcoming him aboard and congratulating him for his achievement. He was given a few tips,precautions and many warnings. Finally he was told to go through the door and explore The people who go infront of him doesn't notice him, and so, leave the door to close. By the time he approaches the door, the door is almost closing. He gets a feeling that the door wont open once it closes. He tries to call out the people who just left the room. Strangely his voice doesnt find a way out of his vocal cords. Its as if someone is smothering him from yelling out. He tries again and again, and finally a faint part of his voice reaches out to them. They hold the door for him in the last second. They seem to be smiling at him, and welcoming him to the new world. He comes out and sees good day light. He visited many of his friends, seen unexpected people, bee...

I am the innovation... I am the imagination... I am the passion! I am the optimist... I am the protagonist... I am the narcissist! I am the observer! I am the adventure lover! I am the one who gets enthralled by the nature! I am the one who seeks thrill! I am the one who enjoys little achievements! I am the one who gets mesmerised... I am the one who dares to take risks! I am the one who craves for happiness! I am ... the child within you!!! :-)

If I'm looking at you, I'm not just looking... I'm observing.. I'm thinking... I'm hoping.. I'm willing I've been looking for you... trying to find you in every face I see. Observing your every action.. observing your thoughts...your cute eyes.. and the way they show the world I look forward to meeting you.. thinking about the conversation.. thinking about the ambiance..and how breath-taking it becomes with your presence I'm hoping to be with you...and willing to listen to all your jokes and smile with you Your thoughts poke me when I sit down to write something I become so obsessed that I try to erase everything else It's like being energetic...ebullient..excited.. it's like enjoying life How I wish that my life is full of you! It would be great to fill my memories with the moments that remind me of you!! I'm willing to look at myself everyday... and find you within me..o my dear happiness!!! I guess it makes good sense now :...

The return journey to Hyderabad on 17th Jan 2012 was another nightmare!  Read on to see how it all happened. This year Sankranthi celebrations were good. Had a great time with family. And on sunday we tried to get the tyre repaired but the shopwala said tht the puncture is too big to be patched. So planned to get a new tyre on tuesday before starting to Hyderabad as all the shops would be closed on monday for festival. But on tuesday the shopwala insisted on getting the new tyre in Hyderabad as I could get the good ones there and that the tubeless ones wont get flat so easily. So I started off after getting the wheel alignment done I thought of starting early in the morning but ended up starting late in the afternnon. Soon after sunset, ill luck greeted us at around 6:45 PM as a huge pothole when the incoming light blinded us. Again the same tyre puncture scene. This time, the air pressure reduced in no time. And this time, no spare wheel, no jack, no spanner... and...

Yes, that was the thought lingering in my mind for quite some time now, but I wasn't sure yet if I would be doing it as I dint find company for the Sankranthi trip. Its 13th Jan (friday) and I finally found 3 more people and decided to hit the road at 3 PM. Finally we started at around 4 PM I planned to go on a not-so-good route in order to avoid the festival-season traffic. The road was good but full of cars till some 100 km and then I deviated to Ongole route. After deviating from Vijayawada route, the traffic indeed decreased, but the speed breakers and potholes made the journey a nightmare! I couldn't speed more than 40 kmph for most of the time due to poor lighting and for avoiding the gigantic potholes... its not a surprise to say that the max I could reach is 90 The road work made things even worse!! Reckless cars came head on trying to overtake the trucks and buses, and we had to brake all along. I was estimating the time all along and thought I could make it ...