A Part of You is mine!

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Even if you are away, a part of your smile is still mine.

Even if you are not in my today, a part of your past is still mine.

I know you are not near, but a part of your fragrance is still with me,

I know you are not here, but a part of your essence is still with me.

Even if you are perfect now, a part of your dither is still mine,

Even if you are prudent now, a part of your error is still mine.

I know you run well now, but a part of your wobble is still with me,

I know you speak well now, but a part of your prattle is still with me.

Even if you are a star now, a part of your shine is still mine,

Even if you are popular now, a part of your oblivion is still mine.

To be left behind, alone!

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It was the last boat that I saw off. Gradually, with the undulating moves of sea waves, the vision of the last boat also went blurred and finally the boat vanished. People who were with me moments ago have moved on in the direction of their desired destinations. Moments ago there was hullabaloo of emotions, now there is silence of separation.

I am wondering what happened to my boat.

I am alone on the coast with the footprints of the people who left. These footprints have restlessness and eagerness of reaching to the destination. They will also evaporate in the coming days as those who left them behind, evaporated a while ago.

A bird is asking me: why are you still here? Why didn’t you go with your friends?

Innocent bird doesn’t know I can’t fly in a flock as they do. We humans have sections based on some criteria and characteristics. Neither I fulfilled the criteria nor did I have the characteristics to stand at par with them. And for these very reasons, I am left behind.

Now the Sun is setting and the ink of darkness is getting splattered across the sky. Wind has withered and trees have turned into stone. The whole ambience seems defunct.  

Tonight, the Moon is eclipsed by clouds of despondency and stars seem pricking the eyes. The extensive bosom of sky seems shriveled to accommodate my grief spawned from separation.

The fragrance of people who left is still fresh in the air. The memories of moments spent together come unbidden to mind and bring tears to eyes without effort. This seclusion is suffocating. I am missing moments and madness (of those people) that were meticulously stitched with every day and night for past couple of years.

But then there is also a sense of happiness that others have carved success with their hard graft and committed determination. There is a vicarious feeling of rapture that others have blinded the world with their brilliance. With their scaling of heights, I also feel climbing up.

By and by, the darkness of the night is being wiped out by the youthful rays of the morning Sun. Birds have started chirping and wind has become lively again. Is it any sign of a new hope?

Aha! I can see a spot against the rising Sun in the sea. Is it a boat?

I keep my fingers crossed!

Farewell…

A day, that has both the deafening silence of bereavement and the tranquil din of togetherness, is termed as the farewell day in college campuses across the world. On this day watch reverts and brings back memories of past to that day, as the surfs bring gems to the shore with every lapping from the depths of the sea.

On this day, emotions are on display. Body sways with the intoxication of achieving a milestone, but heart feels heavy and eyes feel soggy. Memories of past come unbidden to mind and very slyly try to influence a perforce smile on lips. People want to smile and cry at the same time on this day. Such emotional ambivalence is rare to experience save for the occasion of farewell at colleges.

When we come to the college confines, the immediate feeling is to rush back to home as soon as possible. We count seconds, minutes, hours, and days for the arduous sessions to finish, as soon as possible. We wish the college building to crumble, so that we can get rid of classes and assignments. The faculties seem rigorous ringmasters and we curse them from the deepest corner of our hearts.

But every feeling of animosity and negativity gets washed away in the gust of the occasion.

Hostel room starts feeling more homely than home, friends start to mean more than siblings and faculties get elevated to the level of parental figures.

In the beginning, every moment was cumbersome; in the end, every moment is awesome. In the beginning, every moment it felt like leaving the place; in the end every moment, it feels like settling down in the college forever.

Peers, who were competitors all along, seem bosom friends. Juniors, who were always meted out the behavior of second class citizens of the college, seem the apt heirs to carry forward the legacy of the college. Faculties who were stern disciplinarian become sweet embodiment of blessings.

Everything seem surreal on this day, everything seem mercurial on this day. This day is the final chapter of the bulky book of college life and everyone wants to carve one’s indelible impression on the forehead of this day, with utmost fervor and zeal.

Farewell day conceals in itself memories of past and promises of future. On the cusp of past and future, farewell day is the last chance to fill your experience-bag with one more friend and with one more moment.

Don’t hold back! On this day give full latitude to tears to laugh and smiles to cry.

Enjoy!!!!!!!!!!!

Friends!

Forever, Reliant, Indispensable, Indelible, Darling, and Sincere: these are the attributes without which the essence of the word, friends, remains hollow. If your friends happen to lack any one of these six traits, then you need to rethink as to the status of your friendship.

No doubt, life is tough! But friends help diffuse the draconian plight of life to a stage that is smooth and easy. Friends are the sail that helps fight the typhoons of life. Sans friends, life is life- less.

In this materialistic and self-centered world it is well-nigh impossible to find the pristine emotion of friendship. But then who said that miracles have stopped to happen in the world? Yes, real friends and true friendship are yet to be extinct.

The world is fraught with souls that are illuminated with virtues of the notion called friendship. These people appreciate the others to a tee. They are compassionate, but they don’t pity their friends’ state. Instead, they provide succor to their friends that helps decimate the pernicious guffaw of calamity and introduces the tranquil chortle of bliss. Real friends are not like the shadow of self that leaves one, when there is gloom. They are like streams of breath that is always there, through thick and thin.

Real friends reject hierarchy. They enjoy sailing in the same boat and weathering the storm with the united dint. There are times when misconceptions creep in but these submit before the inimitable trust and pure affection.

Real friends may fight with you but they fight for you as well! They sob when you cry; their eyes well up, when your heart pains. Likewise, they are delighted, when you are ecstatic. They celebrate your steps of success as if it is their own and their prayers are full of wishes for you.

Real friends are the fortitude in the times of strife; they are the hope in the times of despondency; and they are the grit in the times of grim. Sheer serendipity helps us find our friends in the course of life, and it is also an onus on the part of all friends to preserve the friendship by strengthening the invisible, but completely present, fabric of friendship through indefatigable efforts.

Friends are answers of our prayers to god; they are evidence of divine interference in the world. Those are lucky who have friends to unfurl their heavy heart before and confide their secrets in. Friends are precious; we should try our utmost to save ourselves from losing these gems that proffer shine and shimmer to our life!