I am not talking about walls made of bricks
These are the walls that shared my dreams
These are the walls that listened to my rubbish
These are the walls that shielded my tears
These are the walls that fielded my hits
These are the walls that taught me life
Walls are made by people for people to live in
But I once had a wall inside and I was living out
glad its no more today
In the mazes and stacks of these walls lived the most lovable animate personalities, who really made the difference. I owe a discovery to you all. May be this thing, this big bulky thing seems very stupid, and quite noisy and a hellish company to people, but I am in love with this today, just at seeing what it has earned, earned all of you. I can say this is the best achievement of my life. Before I never knew it existed, it was always subtly hugging me, following my trail, but I failed to notice it….May be it was waiting to show it self before all of you..u all unleashed it and thank you by name
This 6-4 you are seeing today is very much different from the person I was sometime back, to be precise 3 and half years back.Today this very thought of leaving all of you makes me really very sick, the thought of leaving this place turns me blank. From a door away reality we will become more abstract, buried deep in our material lives. Probably ending up a Gtalk buddies, still those small messages you send across in a traditional way “hi” “hru?” “wazzup” will still get back the same smile on me. These are some of the last few days in our life, when we are so free and intimate. I beg you for one thing, if possible don’t ever change your selves.
The cameras might have captured moments frozen in time, but they are for others who are not part of it to wonder, the things that give me pleasure really are the snaps treasured deep in my memory, those voices and frenzy noises, those long meaningless talks which cannot make sense to any one else on this planet except you and me, I hope all these moments stay afresh even when being buried deep by the Ploughs of a stronger time. Not so long back when I stepped in the deserted hostel full of mud piles in the lawn, not knowing what would come next. I was so innocent I asked my dad if GT1 meant girls toiled 1. Now I don’t know if I should be glad that I lost my childish innocence.
For any child who just misplaced 2 years of his life under the piles of books, this place should seem like heaven on earth. But even in a brand new place things did not change much for me. I was still the same lonely kid, who forgot the way to make friends and interact with people, still strolling alone on the streets of BPGC, who still felt the only valuable he possessed was his CD player from stone age. I always liked to live in loneliness, I felt people were too difficult to handle. I wasn’t even home sick, but just SICK from a sane man’s perspective. It was all black and white. I couldn’t recognize colors so I merged them all into one immature color, that would probably give me peace. Today its much different, with too many sweets in the box, too many colors in the rainbow, making it much more beautiful than ever. I never imagined this colour ful life, and thank you one and all for forcing yourself into my life. Only worry at this moment is hope it doesn’t go black and white again. You all mean much more to me, than I mean to you. Thank you one and all for all the love and care you gave me, which I very much needed. I never had so many people to share with in my life, people would come to me, open up them selves, take advice from me, but i was always aloof. Many people have their favorite game as cricket, football or some thing else, but mine was cycling, cycling into the woods, cycling below my apartment trying to solve the never ending array maze of pillars or to climb on to the water tank and sit there for ages, and I always had two heavy duty fire hoses behind my eyes. Tears were an every day affair to me. They would come out for every damn petty little reason. I wished I was hurt, because I thought only then people would care and show sympathy which I took as signs of love and when I look back it seems so Idiotic. In the pretext of a responsible matured boy, I was still a 3 month old baby. Now I have learn t the other side of coin too, to share, to love, to care, and you are all the greatest teachers for you all have thought me the greatest aspect of life “to share”. They say birds of same feather flock together, but some home I managed to penetrate your flock, owing to my good fortune or to some one’s else misfortune…but I am proud and hundred percent glad that I chose to be with you all….
Forgive me if my stupid rubbish which I have been uttering these 3 and half years and in this never ending nonsense that I am uttering today has caused pain to some one. It was never meant to hurt any one…but a learner always commits mistakes
Some good byes are meant to get rid of people, but some special ones are meant to get closer to people, and you decide which one this fits into…It was a beautiful journey and hope it goes on forever! forever! forever!!!!!
The survival of a shipless sailor
Yours Damu