Wednesday, July 11, 2007

Diamonds and rust

It was two years ago that a pencil-thin boy felt quite apprehensive about his first day at a certain management school. With almost an air of cynic desperation he entered through the main gate. There were unknown faces all over the place and, worse, faces brimming with corporate confidence. Tentative and a little coy, he was determined not to show his irritation to his classmates, and quite contrary to his habit, gave himself away to the Band-wagon effect. In his heart though, he knew the futility of it all, and like a reeling tail-ender, surrendered his plastic reality to the terrifying fast bowler. Only in his case, it was a sudden impulse to throw it all away in a moment.

Suddenly, with a blast of raw verse, friends started to pour in. Tathagata and Chandreyi, they are among the best things that happened to me! Unadulterated adda sessions took the place of hard-hitting crap of management studies, safe and sweet corner of the canteen seemed like our destiny for the rest of eternity.

Now, let us get back to the present progressive, we are going through our last phase of exams, and, after it, who knows! Some friends will go to the top, with insatiable ambition; some will rue their misfortune, and I, the joker, will see everything through the stained looking-glass of an incurable cynic!

It feels bad now that everything is over. Something is lurking beneath the merriment. May be, it is the shadow of the memory of those classes I never did attend, or, perhaps, it is the dark corner of our canteen!

You can’t help some things. Miles to go before I sleep, and, miles to go before I sleep.

2 comments:

Landry, Renée, and Baby Girl!!! said...

thanks for stopping back by!
i noticed you like donne.
i could read him for hours.
do you know john milton's work? same time period, similar styles. both unique, though. if you haven't read him, you should as well.

Phoenix said...

deja vu...

you remind me so much about me....