Time To Live The Dream

The road was long and tough
But you made the way on your own

When the going became, for you, tough
You became the tough to keep it going

Every moment you are breathing now
You have earned with your sweat and blood

The night has passed now
The sun is going to rise

Feel its richness like the beautiful pearl
For now you are secured in the oyster of love

Now is the time to leave some things behind
Now is the time to switch your mood
To 'Only For Self'

Now is the time to live each passing second
Now is the time to glide in the highest clouds
Or swim in the deepest oceans

Together hand in hand take the leap of faith
And breathe into this new life, whose every brick you have placed

Godspeed.

-SR.

आपला मानुस - Not So आपला

The day I saw the first teaser and then the trailer of the movie Aapla Manoos, I had marked the date as a Must watch. Rarely I spend on movies. Prima facie it appeared to be a crime thriller.  And Nana Patekar was in the lead. So this cannot be missed. But when I came out watching from the theatre the only question I am having uptil now is 'Why did I watch it?'

The thrill was nothing but mere comedy. It was an emotional story about the relationship between father and son. And I am not at all interested to spend in emotional movies. Though I am happy that the excruciating hours in the theatre ended, but still I am here is because I do have a reservation about the story of the movie. A typical partriachal society story wherein the women's arguments, no matter how much genuine and sane, are totally ignored just to gain sympathy for the father.

There are quite a few things I am seeing or realising these days which makes me wonder what exactly this marriage institution is? And I think I am coming to a conclusion that it is just a facade. A fake get together of two families who spent lakhs (Many by taking loans) just to prove some sort of invisible standard, pose with fake smiles, stocking up DPs and then go home. In the entire lifetime neither do the boys family except the girl and her family fully or vice versa. It's just a arrangement for two people to have sex legally.

When I had heard the word sarcasm for the first time, I believed that one has to be very intelligent to pass a sarcastic comment. But in marriage function, the boys family are PHD holders in making sarcastic comments. "Everything was perfect, except....". This except is said very casually by them. But the pun is intended and the pain felt by the girls family is really unimaginable. The mere thought that they might trouble their girl because of this 'Except' is equivalent to almost 1000s of knives pierced in one's heart. No matter how much you do, there are people who come to find out just the loop holes. And the idiotic part will be when our own parents will come and tell us to touch such type of people's feet and take their blessings.

Why is it considered wrong if you consider your parents as human beings and not God? I mean can't they do mistakes? Let's come to the movie. In the story there are four people. Nana Patekar plays the father. His son (lawyer) is married to a teacher and they have a kid. In the introduction scene the girl comes is late in reaching home on account of some meetings in school. Since she will be running late, she calls on the landline number of their house to inform the same. It turns out to be busy, consistently after repeated number of trials. Why? Because the father in law is speaking on phone to his friends. She then calls her husband to inform about her situation. And turns out that his phone is switched off. So when she finally returns her Father In Law (FIL) opens his book of sarcasm about how she is late and he isn't informed. How out of care he made calls to all her friends, her parents, their neighbours etc. He won't stop here. Further he continues about how she is late and his son has to do household chores, how she is working just to earn more, and how because of her work she can't look after her kid so he is kept in boarding school. He goes to such extent saying that she first broke away his child from him and then his grand child. She listens to everything, but after she starts giving reasons about how the landline was busy inspite of repeated attempts and his husband's phone was switched off, the FIL has nothing to answer. So what I feel is why should this be ignored. She had all the perfect reasons to justify her actions. So why should she listen to the wrong accusations. On the remarks of boy doing household chores the girl says, "If a boy listens and obeys his parents he is Shravan Bal. But if he listens to his wife he is termed as a toy of her". Again the FIL has nothing to answer. The girl then asks the FIL a simple question. "Did your boy do household chores before marriage?" FIL replied, "Negative. We tried everything but he never listened to us. All our efforts went in vain." So the girl asks then, "How is it that he started doing all household work post marriage? What are you upset about? That he is doing the work at home, which you always wanted him to learn. Or that he is doing work after I came in his life? This insecurity is the real problem." The FIL is still without comments.

But all the movie offers is we are not saying the elders are right all the time. But the real fact is do they ever agree that they were wrong? Atleast my experience says, Never. I remember in the book 2 States, there is a speech by the girls father in the end where he says, "Why do we get upset when our children decide to do love marriage? We dont think pragmatically. We are upset only because our ego's are hurt. How did our children took the biggest decision of their life on their own without even asking us?" Yes, this is the problem our previous generation doesn't understand.

A simple thing boys don't tend to understand is the gravity of the decision a girl takes when she leaves behind her entire life and comes to stay with his family. Homesickness is a feeling a women is not allowed to live. There is another situation in the movie where the girl asks her husband to talk with his father. She tells exactly when to initiate and also predicts 100% what his father will have to say about her, how he will react etc etc. When the drill happens between father-son, the conversation goes exactly the way she had predicted. Again the father tries to say that she trained you and sent here. All this was already disappointing but I was genuinely shocked to the core in one line. The FIL starts crying after two pegs down and starts telling his son how she has taken away his son and then his grand son too and continues to sob. The son (as told to him by his wife) just agrees and gives his father assurance that whatever happens he will always be there at his side. All of a sudden (just like his wife had predicted) his father stops crying and shakes hand with his son. He tells him, "This is good, we need to be together as a team. We will also take our grand son in our team too. At the end of the day only we are the family, and she is just a joint to our family." And yet the movie tells us we have to sympathise the father and not the women.

The biggest lie of this planet is when a boy says he fears his wife. The odds of it happening is only 1 in 1000 cases or even more. The reality is completely opposite. And the film too uses this lie to support the father's views. There is a line where the father says, "It's fake when they say this is a male-dominated society. First 25 years we have to listen to our mother, next 25 years we listen to our wife and in the sunset years we obey the daughter in law." I mean does it even make any sense? We use women as objects, literally as display pieces. Their emotions, their opinions are suppressed daily. All good things in the boy are credited to their parents and the negativity is diverted towards the women. As if she is some sort of witch who has come down in this world with the sole intention of her life to destroy the man's family.

To be fair, there is one point of loneliness which I agree. The cop investigating the accident which happens to the FIL says, "If wife is upset you are still there for each other. In the night when you cuddle, the anger recedes. But are you there for your father? He will keep crying in the corner. No talks for days or may be weeks with him. Rarely there is any physical touch too.

I agree there are problems on both sides. Some in laws actually turnout to be so good that the girl herself accepts them as their own. And in some cases the girl takes advantage of this and creates havoc in the family to her advantage. But the pendulum is not balanced. Sufferings are tilted towards the girl sides more than the other party. What we first need to understand is the girl is leaving her birth parents, her house, her daily schedule, her life and moving ahead. And in this new house there are only in laws. Whether she will become part of the family or like said in the movie will only remain a joint is a different question which only time can answer. Until then what happens is the original girls family move on by accepting it and here if there is no one for her then she becomes lonely in the end.

There is no hope that change will occur. Atleast not in our lifetimes. But even if boys start understanding the pain a girl feels when the shifting time comes may be then there will be change in people's perceptions about girls.

-SR.

Run - A Dream

Not sure when it was exactly, but I remember when Standard Chartered Bank was the title sponsor of Mumbai Marathon. This new tradition had kicked off in Mumbai. The inaugural edition was way too popular. People had literally watched it on TV. Though, like, every other event this was also lost its major chunk of audience. But enthusiasts ensured that it remained the talk of the town by their participation, which gets filled up in almost a day.

Even at my work place there were a couple of people who participate in such events.I am among those who wants to experience everything, this one too was there lying in deep corners of the head. Thanks to the Little Giant (Nikita Naik), it saw daylight on  21st January 2018.

Somewhere back in August 2017, Niki had all of a sudden messaged in our common group about the participation in this event. That time TGT was an idea that was only conceptualised. Research work was still On on how the execution will take place. I normally don't disagree to things which come ready on your plate. Where you didn't have to do any brainstorming or research work. So in this case also, I said Yes. There was hardly time for replying as the registration closes within a day. Kind off now or never question. All four (Manoj, Ajinkya and me) agreed and hence everyone did their registration and confirmed each other.

Post that, since there was a huge gap of almost 5 months between the race day and registration, we never had any talks or discussion on the same. By the time November arrived, TGT took off. So everyone got involved in back to back orders whereas I was involved in some exams. But that Marathon thing could never go away from my head. This is a trait I need to work upon. The thing that I was going to run a marathon was there in my head for almost all the days in those five months. I remember when I had joined gym (a short stint) I had in my mind this may help me in the Marathon. Too much thinking I do sometimes.

As 2018 sun rised, I had started checking the Marathon website. There I realized that they have an App on playstore. So I downloaded the same and was checking it's contents. That's when I came to know that we have to collect our BIB from the counters which were set up in the Bandra-Kurla Complex. I had taken the screenshot about the dates and time of their Expo. In the Maps section of the App they were saying that the Dream Run shall begin from Azad Maidan and end near the Metro Cinema. Roughly it was a distance of about 7Kms. When further scrolling I came across some new information. The Marathon 42Kms for amateur shall kick off at 5:40 Am whereas for the professionals it shall begin at 7Am. The former have 7 hours to complete the race inorder to ensure the Finisher medal whereas the latter were given a 3 hour window. When I read about the participant medal I immediately went across the Dream Run information area to check whether we also qualified for the same. Unfortunately, it was a No. Further scrolling, the Half Marathon was going to start from somewhere near Worli and conclude at Azad Maidan. There was a bus facility for participants of both the main events.

Prima facie dream run seemed to more of cause related than about racing. It was more about fun. We all couldn't agree on one timing to collect the BIB as everyone had some or the other commitments. Since i was involved in preparation of gift things for a friend's marriage, I could only visit the place the expo on its last day, which was also the day before Race. Manoj did not have any leave in that period. So he had outsourced his task to us. Niki was not able to come on the Saturday (the day I was Going to visit) as she had some function in her building. So she was planning for Friday. I couldn't make on that day so I planned for Saturday. We weren't sure whether the organisers would allow to collect BIB for more than two participants. Luckily, as against their huge words in the App, they allowed one person all the BIB of other participants by merely showing the confirmation email. Since Niki had visited the expo on Friday, she did the needful for all of us. They gave us a bag that was kind off a sack, a route map, Race Info Booklet, BIB, Pins to attach the BIB and Volini Spray. Well this complimentary was a bit relief after the disappointment that we won't be getting the participation medal.

Finally as the big weekend arrived. Manoj had checked and informed in our group the previous night that we have to reach 90 minutes prior to the race time. So we kept the target as 6:30. Ajinkya couldn't make it to the event as he had some other important commitment (We lost one Maggi here). After finalising the time, I switched on my alarms from 4AM until 7Am with a interval of 10Min and went to bed.

I am not sure whether it was the excitement of participation in the Marathon, wearing a number on my chest after my Primary School days  or the nervousness of whether I will be able to run the distance or not. Whatever may be the reason, it opened my eyes at 3:45 Am. I was glad that I woke up on time, but I wasnt aware that a surprise awaited me. Niki had messaged at around 2 in the night that she won't be able to make it any time before 7:45. And she also asked Manoj to check where he got the info of 90 minutes prior Race check in. So with wide open eyes, I went in the App and downloaded the Race Day Book for Dream Run. There it was mentioned that we have to reach by 7AM. Deadline for gate closure was 8:20. And BIB was compulsory at the entry. So I posted all this info with screenshots in our group. Manoj was awake by that time and he asked whether we should change schedule or come as decided at 6:30. I now thought, we can't enter until Niki comes as she has all our BIB. So I posted let's try to reach by 7Am. Then we will see how it works out. After that I was just lying on the bed surfing my phone, as sleeping was not an option. If I sleep now then no alarm can wake me up. It was beyond 5Am by now, and suddenly the realisation happened. Not a single alarm, from 4Am, had buzzed uptill now. So I just dropped in to check the settings and gave a round applause to myself. All the alarms were set for Monday. So nervousness cum excitement had done the trick, else I would have repeated what happened during our Upwan trip.

After some lazy YouTubing, finally at around 5:45 I started my morning chores. Took a cup of hot milk and bread and left by 6Am. When I was walking towards station Niki dropped her first message. So that confirmed our gate pass was awake. While in the line for buying railway tickets I saw 2-3 people with the same Marathon bags. The mood was setting in now. But when I reached platform and checked the train indicator, a nostalgic feeling gripped me. I was going to board the same train which we use to take for our regular 7AM lecture back in college days. Though the timing was different, as time table do changes every now and then. So just to confirm my gut was right I checked M-Indicator and bingo. It was the same Thane local.

As I boarded the train, there were many more with the same bags or BIB in their hands. As if it was the marathon train. Looking at a BIB in the hand of a person sitting opposite to me I realized I had forgot to take the Pins. I then posted in  the group for the same to which Niki said organisers have provided us in the kit. So, relaxed, now I was just sitting and preparing my Marathon Playlist in Wynk that should last atleast over an hour.

Train journey was comfortable. There were people from HDFC Ergo, some from TCS, more groups in yellow and red. The mood was all for Dream Run. HDFC guys chit chatting gave an update that India won the Cricket World Cup for Blind by defeating Pakistan. At around 7:10, train reached its destination. I updated the same in the group.

The platform was all filled with Marathon participants. Big placards, banners, corporate groups, flags were at display. Cheering slogans were reverberating all around. As I came out of the subway the theatre began. Both sides of the footpath were covered with AD Banners. A small FOB was created which dropped us at Gate No. 5 of the Azad Maidan entrance. Police were checking the bags of all entrants. Since I had read in the booklet that barcode will be scanned at the entry points. But no such device was there in the hands of those police so I assumed they are only there for checking baggage. So I was about to walk-in when I heard them asking for the BIB. I quietly went on the left side road and started my waiting period.

Huge number of police were deployed including the NSG. Many groups were assembling at the entry point. Clicking selfies was a by default activity. Or rather should I say an important activity. Some people were coming out with towels on their back and Finishers medals in their neck. These were the Half Marathon people. They were provided Sandwiches, among other things, in their Nutrition packs. So I assumed we might as well get the same. Many other groups were decked up in various costumes. Each one supporting some or the other cause. All of a sudden an ambulance arrived at the entry point. I thought it might be it's parking place. But then a participant got down from the vehicle. He seemed to had suffered an injury on his right leg due to which he was limping. He was asked to go inside the gate as medical camps were on the ground. I overheard a random conversation of a lady where she was telling the some guy on phone "how did you reach Gate no 8, we are standing at Gate No 5". I was like if my two guys do something like this then I am sure to miss the run. For the roads are barricaded from many sides which meant very less travel routes. So I was calling and trying to get in touch with them, but there was no response. After sometime Niki messaged that she is at Reay Road on her scooty. Also Manoj was with her. So now the wait period was about to last some more time. I just messaged them my location. GPS wasn't working so had explained them orally.

Many people, typical Indians, were trying to sneak in but the security had beefed up now that the race was about to kick off. They ensured not a soul checked in without the legal  number. Among the group's a NGO named Vidhya was also checking in now. I recognised them since our company has a tie up with for CSR activities. The kids from their NGO recently visited our office. Behind me the 21 KM half marathon runners were heading towards the finish line. There wasn't much there around from a observers point of view. And I was literally feeling sleepy by then for I had woke up at 3:45 and most importantly had no tea yet. Finally at around 8Am when I called them for an update on their current position, they had parked the scooty and were now heading towards the CST subway.

The race had started and we entered Azad Maidan. I got my hand on my bag which we received complimentary and which Niki was trying to hide from me. Immediately took out the BIB and had my moment of flashing it to the police before entering the ground. The walk was long towards the starting point. Enroute we were attaching the BIB to our T-shirt while Manoj kept losing his pins. They had divided the entry points in three parts: Men with baggage, Women with baggage and Men/Women without baggage. We got into our respective lines and were moving slowly. They were scanning our barcodes. Not sure why though, for we haven't received even a certificate of participation.

Once the formalities were done we were just going with the flow. There was huge crowd, almost 40-44K people had registered for the event. While walking we were clicking pictures as well. From the starting point, though the name has Run in it, it was just a walk in park. Dream run is more of theatrics. Fashion show. Platform for NGOs. At the starting point a contingent of IRCTC was ahead of us. Then there was group who had potrayed a huge Make In India Lion with arrows pierced in its body showing how the government has betrayed us. There was lady who was carrying a banner for saving mother tongue. And so on the fashion show began.

We started from CST area and were heading towards Churchgate. I had read in the mass mailers shared by organisers on how to keep yourself hydrated. Though we weren't running, yet there was no loss in drinking water. One good thing was at display was people were using dustbin to throw bottles. Hardly there were any lying on the road. I remember one occasion near Hutatma Chowk where people were keeping all the bottles on the divider of the road as there was no bin in the nearby vicinity.

We passed from the Churchgate station and were near the Parsi Ice-cream shop. A small discussion happened on the hotel Ambassadors' top floor rotation and then the walkers reached at the Chudamas quote area at Marine Drive. We could see many make shift stages created on the seaside of the road. There was group of kids who were cancer patients, they were singing some metal songs. A group was promoting Swacch Bharat by singing a self created song which ended with something like "Swacch Bharat Ho". There were also pointers on the road showing the number of kilometres you have travelled uptill now.

We took the U-Turn near the Trident Hotel. The local residents were offering Parle-G biscuits to the runners. At one junction, we came across the 42KM Marathon runners who were now nearing their finish line. Have to salute their Endurance level. I can't think of a 10Km race, and here these guys were coming after covering almost 35-40 Kms. Among the celebrity list we only came across Priya Dutt.

As we reached the next U-Turn near Marine Drive flyover, the sun had started to pour on us. And that started having impact on my head, for I had no tea in the morning. This was the last patch of the race. As the flyover ended we reached the Parsi dairy on the right side and Kyani and Co on the left. I remember people at the starting point talking about having tea at Kyani during the waiting period. It was totally full. We were able to see the finish line which was technically, and as mentioned in the booklet, diagonally opposite Metro theatre. I stopped my pacer app and checked our stats. We had taken around 1Hour 20Minutes to complete the roughly 7 km walk.

After the finish line, that was at the start end of the Fashion Street, we again entered the Azad Maidan. Now it was time for Nestle Nutrition. Nestle was the sponsor, but I am really not sure what were they thinking when they planned to give Maggi noodles in the nutrition pack. I mean how were we supposed to make them and eat them on the road. The other things in the pack were a frooti type juice, one orange, one apple, one munch, one tissue paper. I could only have the munch so kept all the remaining things in my bag. We took a break for 5Minutes under a shade. I was drinking that frooti to get some energy till we reach our houses. I also used the opportunity to transfer our pictures from Manoj cell phone. The heat was showing its signs now in my head as I could feel mild headache.

While we left Azad Maidan, we did a small wrong thing which we shouldn't have done. We broke the barricades and crossed the 42Kms runners path. After reading the newspaper reports, the next day, about complaints from athletes did we realize our mistake. Bidding each other the Sayonara we left for the day. Like i said before, this wasn't in my ToDo list. But if option given I was surely going to join in. It was a great experience. But need to built up more energy now for we have committed to participate in the Half Marathon i.e. 21Kms in its next edition in 2019.

Hasta - La - Vista !!!

-SR.

Pride in Lies

Bigger the lie higher you lie
Truth is always naked covered in the bottom line

Morals are Nothing but a bag of crap
Ethics are used against the lower ones
To ensure they stay behind

A simple glance at history and you will realise
How insensitive are humans, as every page turnsby

Victories are celebrated with head held high
But the flag is standing on dead men's chest
Least anyone cares about that

Favour they call it, bribe terms pinches their ego
Whereas diplomacy is the term, used for uttering white lies

Liars are those who says truth triumphs
For statues are build for those
Who mastered the art of lies

And if not aware of this trade trick
You shall be always be on standby

More the number of hearts you break, bigger is your pay check
The grass will always suffer, under elephants war chest

Complex structure has become our way of life
We pay some one to get inside it
And later some else to bring us outside

-SR.

No Scam

I vividly remember that day, 3rd January 2014. Just a few weeks before this day, BJP had won three chief ministerial berth i.e. Rajasthan, Chhattisgarh and Madhya Pradesh and horse trading had begun in Delhi as AAP & Congress had formed the government. Team Modi were moving their pieces to capture 7-RCR. The fall of UPA was evident. In all this scenario, the then Prime Minister Dr. Manmohan Singh had organised a Press Conference on the occasion of completion of 10 years of UPA Rule in the country. Famous for not speaking at all in his entire tenure, everyone was eager to hear what MMS was going to speak on that day. The speech of MMS followed by Q&A is not important here. How much I know, out of the total questions asked by the media personnel, excluding one or two, all answers were already rehearsed. But the line which MMS had used to end the presser is what is fresh even today in everyone's mind and shall live for centuries whenever the first decade of 21st Centuries politics will be talked about. When asked about 'How do you see your legacy in the view of fact that you failed to act'. Doctor said and I quote, "I honestly believe that history will be kinder to me than the contemporary media, or for that matter, the Opposition parties in Parliament."

Come 2017. Doctors words just came true, to some extent at least. A few weeks ago, the Special CBI Court has acquitted the main accused, former Telecom Minister A Raja and DMK Leader Kanimozhi Karunanidhi in the cases related to the 2G-Spectrum Allocation Scam. The court opined, "Absolutely no hesitation in holding that the prosecution has miserably failed to prove any charge against any of the accused, made in its well choreographed charge sheet."

Even today everyone remembers the staggering figure of 1.76 Lakh Crore making newspapers headlines. And today the same headlines are claiming them to be the National Heroes. The Supreme Court had then cancelled 122 Licences in the light of irregularities. Everyone knew Data was leaking from the DoT, deadlines were extended to suit the Corporates requirements. And today that all has been termed as a choreographed event. The AAP gained popularity by milking on this scam and acquired 28 seats in its maiden election in 2015 and later a brute majority of 67 out of the 70 seats in Delhi thus unseating the 15 years of Congress Regime. The Modi led BJP juggernaut utilised this as the main fodder in the entire election campaign which was concentrated on 'Congress Mukt Bharat' also came to power in 2014 in the country with a full majority thus bringing back the Single Party government after 1984. Today, none of them has anything concrete to offer on the verdict.

I don't wish to share any technical knowledge or contents of the case. But as a common man I really ponder how few individuals can make the entire nation dance to their tunes. We know everything and yet instead of talking on that we enjoy the mockery. A politician be it from the rulers breed or oppositions', their net worth never goes down. Whereas in our case, our monthly budget gets impacted if the prices of onion rises. The scams only change identity of power not ideology of power. The culprits are never punished. If someone shall ask me What is Democracy? I will say a state of mind where people feel they are independent even when they follow laws which are formed to suit certain interests, where the rich becomes more rich and they have a total immunity, where the politician never gets punished but will be rolled in National Flag in the end, where people define themselves with the candidate they voted in the previous election.

Words should have new meaning for all us today. From Bofors till 2G, every political scam was a stepping stone for the opposition to become rulers. Nothing has changed. We are not destroying the future because, if look now, there isn't any future visible. Things need to change, We need to change.



-SR.

Happy New Year - 2018

The sun has set of yet another year,
Time to count the blessings in our kitty

In 2017s final starry night
Let all the dullness fade in the dark

As you retire for the day when taking solace in your blanket
May your subconscious show you the dreams your heart desires

With the first ray of light in 2018
Let there be a new spark in your eyes

As the new sun rises in the horizon
Let there be a renewed hope in your life

As you will breathe the new fresh air
I wish you a Refreshing New Year in Advance

-SR.

Hypocrisy Hangs Itself

You criticised them for non existing reasons sometimes
And now you allowed one of them to potray you

You incited the mobs to run riot in their names
And now you want one of them to explain you

You took pride in those killings, the burnings then
And now you ask one of them to express you

You used them, mocked them, branded them
And now you call upon stage, one of them, to enact you

You planted the seeds of 'Them Vs Us' in plenty of heads
And now you want it to let it go, to show a progressive you

You fueled the rivalry left by the ancestors
And now want us to hug and kiss for it suits you

You minted money then in their name
And now you wish to do it again, by naming one of them

-SR.

Not This Time, Please

Somewhere something went wrong
Really can't figure out, what when and how

Things are visible what was supposed to be a nightmare
Evening has turned into twilight, with darkness now looming around

I thought this was going to be permanent
But the moment I raised a toast, it now seems to be hoax

At ease were the orders not supposed to be given
I think I am to be blamed for being too complacent

Pictures are speaking loud and clear
Those scenes are burning my eyes

Need to act now, though not sure how
Before someone snaps me out of the most beautiful dream, until now

-SR.

A Talk With My Hand

It surely isn't fun to pierce you now and then
I am forced to do it as nothing else heals the pain

That liquid doesn't make me realise the swords activity
Selfish I am to leave you alone to face it's wrath

Only for a moment I remember something touched
But it is you who carry the scars forever in the long run

I close my eyes when the attack is about to happen
And also wipe the blood to patch it up, as if nothing ever happened

My apology won't make a difference I know very well
But A Big Thank You for healing me from that excruciating pain
It is a debt that I shall forever bear

-SR.

End of an Era

Tonnes of information falls in my ears
But can't find for it, an ear to hear

Lot of gossips happen around
But there isn't any one with whom I can share

Never thought I will be short of company
Even if there are few heads, alone is what I prefer

Sometimes I miss those old days
The noon walk and tea breaks

Those anytime chats or jokes when crossing paths
Secret telling smiles and sign language talks

Now it seems The Era has ended
Curtains are finally down, the play has ended

-SR.