Well coming down two complete years,today something just instigated me to pen down the "randomness" of my mind onto a paper. Later on reading it I noticed - ohh yeah !! Those wee hours did have something for me to offer to "a.......muse".
...................... Finally we have made it new heights, not in terms of success but in terms of the floor. Few days back that I was addressed 126 first floor, now reads as 368 third floor. With the new corridor is the new fresh air that ushers in along with itself as much a sense of freedom, as much of change. But despite this well known change that was bound to come in future, things still in some way seemed to be the same. Whether it is sandy's "anna tyag" , kharab's indian-ness (:P) , ramu's s*** figure (:D) , raheja's talents of his sudden disappearance, vishal's b*******panti (censored), mihir n his fifa, ujju's bakbak ( :P and x-( ), mohak's baniyapanti (:P), panda's lols and :P s , mandu's M-tech terms, swati's lite ley bey, or andu's count of her shopping bags ... all are still the same. Basically "jeevan" ( dubey i do remember u ) me kuch jyada change nahi hua hain.
However even then, I can feel inside me the urge to know the reason behind this change : the change that is lying down somewhere in the pool of these similarities, but still different enough to mark out its own existence. It is this identity of the change that reminds me of a series of happenings : lol transferring to lawl , war of the nations replacing fifa, tea for coffee or vice versa, and a lot more that the two years has changed ; enough for a blind to see, for a deaf to hear and for a numb to sense and notice.
But apart from these few white caps amidst the majority red ones lies the one that beholds something unexampled, that leaves behind an itch that intrigues me, piques me, on where has this one bigger change bubbled in from? The one in me ... "in and out" ? ....................
Long lived this thought till a sudden "thub" that disregarded the mysticism.
So here came to my rescue the theory of relativity that compelled me to toss my brains a lil' on the very idea of whether it is the change in the majority red or it was the change in me ? Relieved I was finally that I discovered its the change reciprocated ... "in and out".
Whether it was the heart or the hair, word or the wear, face or the fare each has underwent a change or got a substitute. I wonder the time the body took to accustom itself to this ... really a lot less, not being sure if this was what to adjust is or a prelude to inertness !!
With this one big or rather numerous tiny changes as newbies to my life, here has onset a whole new start that unleashes before me a pictue; that it is faded yet again demands the need to be canvased all afresh with the experiences of new life, painted with bright new chapters metaphorised as the colors, oulined with the joys of mind, splashed with the tears of sorrow and stroked with a different perspective each time a different cap spectates it.
Every past shade of the cap leaves me no clue
Why most red; few whites n I'm blue !
With many more caps n still more shades to come and go, sometimes I wonder how much fun would it be to pause down the events once, and eye all the changes as snaps that have the different moments of fun, shrill n thrill, still there archived into a timeline, n enjoy the ride yet again with each moment as a boggie filled with different expressions, packaged with newer facades, bagged with insights to reach newer heights and watch it walk down the rails of memory into a vaguely cheffed future with salt added n pepper for us to garnish it with ...
