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<blockquote data-quote="neroshan" data-source="post: 694728" data-attributes="member: 8568"><p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue">Waiting………..!!</span></strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue">Its 7:15am and I stand here in the bus stop waiting for the office bus to</span></strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue">arrive. I stand here in the same spot as I did a few years back waiting for </span></strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue">my college bus. Little did I know then that things would change so much in </span></strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue">2 years; the tree under which I was standing seemed to be looking at me and</span></strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue">smiling, perhaps the only living thing that stands as a testimony there, </span></strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue">watching the transformation of a loud and bubbly person into a quiet </span></strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue">professional. I wouldn't blame the professionalism for the change though.</span></strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue">It is destiny, or may be you could call it life. Yes Life, esoteric in the </span></strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue">true sense, for one does not understand why you meet hundreds of people </span></strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue">everyday, work with so many, and still remain lonely. </span></strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue">I am now in one of the corner seats in the bus, looking out of the window </span></strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue">watching people trying to catch up with "life"! It's an hour's journey and</span></strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue">the only company that I generally have is the chatter of the RJ. I seldom </span></strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue">notice the person sitting next to me, for its going to be yet another </span></strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue">stranger or may be you could say another acquaintance. It is annoying at</span></strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue">times when the radio is switched off, not because I am cut off from the </span></strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue">melody (?) but because I would now be thrust with the thought of the </span></strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue">solitary travel ahead. I can't help thinking about the short bus journeys</span></strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue">to college, well it's a paradox to call a distance of 10 kms "short", but </span></strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue">that is how it always seemed. A typical college day always begins in the </span></strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue">bus with all the familiar faces; you look forward for all your friends to</span></strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue">get in from the various stops, the reasonless giggles, the loud laughter </span></strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue">that were stifled to avert the eyes of the lecturers and professors who </span></strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue">would watch on us as if we were their prospective prey for the day, well as</span></strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue">I said it was a different life then.</span></strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue">The pleasant memories of college are in itself good enough to save me from </span></strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue">the misery of the bus journey. I notice that it is time for me to get down </span></strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue">and flash my smile of acknowledgement to all the known strangers that I see</span></strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue">as I walk towards my cubicle. A few of my project mates greet me with their </span></strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue">morning wishes and as always, we exchange our pleasantries. Discussions </span></strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue">jump to the weekend plans and I wonder what I'd do over the weekend. It</span></strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue">would be just another day staring at the mobile, wishing it would ring and </span></strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue">bring back some wonderful moments that are now missing in life or maybe the </span></strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue">safer option would be to come to office, for it's my new founded asylum</span></strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue">these days. A few years back, weekends or weekdays didn't matter to me, I </span></strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue">was always busy. I always stood doubting the authenticity of the wall clock </span></strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue">that seemed to be in running too fast to perceive its movement. Alas, now</span></strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue">it seems as though my clock is suffering from some kind of paralytic </span></strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue">attack.</span></strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue">There is a time in life, where one needs to go ahead, leave behind all your </span></strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue">friends and carry along only memories. You do make friends, but then you</span></strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue">never get back the same old close ones, you do meet people who'd be so good </span></strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue">to you that you could tell them anything and everything, but you'd not find </span></strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue">a person, to whom you needn't say things, friends who just know you.</span></strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue">Occasional calls from such friends, has been the only thing that I seem to </span></strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue">look forward to, but I cant help but notice the uneasy pause that lingers </span></strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue">around the conversation, pause not because of the relationship, but because</span></strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue">it is too short a duration to say everything, and of course you cannot </span></strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue">completely rule out the paucity of words!</span></strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue">As I sip coffee from the ubiquitous coffee mugs, watching the drops of </span></strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue">rain, trickling down the tinted glass panes, veiling the scenic beauty</span></strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue">outside, I tell myself, may be there'd be a day when things change, when </span></strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue">life offers a rewind, a recap of all the events, and I'd just have to wait. </span></strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue">Capricious are the ways of life, for I know there would be many who'd be</span></strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue">able to empathize with me, ironically, even the dear ones that I miss this </span></strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue">moment, waiting perhaps.</span></strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue"></span></strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="color: Blue">.I thought its only me who cribs...But seems you too crib for those days...<img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":-)" title="Smile :-)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":-)" /></span></strong></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="neroshan, post: 694728, member: 8568"] [CENTER][B][COLOR="Blue"] Waiting………..!! Its 7:15am and I stand here in the bus stop waiting for the office bus to arrive. I stand here in the same spot as I did a few years back waiting for my college bus. Little did I know then that things would change so much in 2 years; the tree under which I was standing seemed to be looking at me and smiling, perhaps the only living thing that stands as a testimony there, watching the transformation of a loud and bubbly person into a quiet professional. I wouldn't blame the professionalism for the change though. It is destiny, or may be you could call it life. Yes Life, esoteric in the true sense, for one does not understand why you meet hundreds of people everyday, work with so many, and still remain lonely. I am now in one of the corner seats in the bus, looking out of the window watching people trying to catch up with "life"! It's an hour's journey and the only company that I generally have is the chatter of the RJ. I seldom notice the person sitting next to me, for its going to be yet another stranger or may be you could say another acquaintance. It is annoying at times when the radio is switched off, not because I am cut off from the melody (?) but because I would now be thrust with the thought of the solitary travel ahead. I can't help thinking about the short bus journeys to college, well it's a paradox to call a distance of 10 kms "short", but that is how it always seemed. A typical college day always begins in the bus with all the familiar faces; you look forward for all your friends to get in from the various stops, the reasonless giggles, the loud laughter that were stifled to avert the eyes of the lecturers and professors who would watch on us as if we were their prospective prey for the day, well as I said it was a different life then. The pleasant memories of college are in itself good enough to save me from the misery of the bus journey. I notice that it is time for me to get down and flash my smile of acknowledgement to all the known strangers that I see as I walk towards my cubicle. A few of my project mates greet me with their morning wishes and as always, we exchange our pleasantries. Discussions jump to the weekend plans and I wonder what I'd do over the weekend. It would be just another day staring at the mobile, wishing it would ring and bring back some wonderful moments that are now missing in life or maybe the safer option would be to come to office, for it's my new founded asylum these days. A few years back, weekends or weekdays didn't matter to me, I was always busy. I always stood doubting the authenticity of the wall clock that seemed to be in running too fast to perceive its movement. Alas, now it seems as though my clock is suffering from some kind of paralytic attack. There is a time in life, where one needs to go ahead, leave behind all your friends and carry along only memories. You do make friends, but then you never get back the same old close ones, you do meet people who'd be so good to you that you could tell them anything and everything, but you'd not find a person, to whom you needn't say things, friends who just know you. Occasional calls from such friends, has been the only thing that I seem to look forward to, but I cant help but notice the uneasy pause that lingers around the conversation, pause not because of the relationship, but because it is too short a duration to say everything, and of course you cannot completely rule out the paucity of words! As I sip coffee from the ubiquitous coffee mugs, watching the drops of rain, trickling down the tinted glass panes, veiling the scenic beauty outside, I tell myself, may be there'd be a day when things change, when life offers a rewind, a recap of all the events, and I'd just have to wait. Capricious are the ways of life, for I know there would be many who'd be able to empathize with me, ironically, even the dear ones that I miss this moment, waiting perhaps. .I thought its only me who cribs...But seems you too crib for those days...:-)[/COLOR][/B][/CENTER] [/QUOTE]
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