DECONSTRUCTING SELF

Well to be honest such a degree of resemblance was unthinkable...but in the long run its actually flattering !!

I'm awake, you're still sleeping
The sun will rise like yesterday
Everything that we are now
Is everything we can't let go
Or its gone forever, far away
I hope tomorrow is like today
Don't you go away tomorrow
I don't think I could handle that
You're probably dreaming that you're flying on
Then you start to fall
But then you rise
and shine forever
Don't go away
I hope tomorrow is like today

I've known it since long but never truly realized what it actually meant.My brother told me ,his friends testified to it ,but it was so distant and faint that the fact it would really matter was a stranger to me.So here i confess at last..i feel it ..that pang of craving ..the paucity of time in hand all creeping in ! Time's flying away ,that too in gallops .I imagine myself standing in the midst of a desert trying to hold on to the loose fragments of sand ..but it keeps slipping from my clutches..leave alone the metaphor, but last two years have sped away like a comet zooming into the abysses of the universe withholding nothing ,no sense of direction whatsoever.
Well it all started an unrelenting afternoon almost two years back..it was the usual august day..mercury rising all the time.The grueling registration session was over..finally..and it was time i paid a visit to my newly allotted hostel room..accompanied by my father..a bunny of a room .honestly unimpressive to be fair..i still remember that distant feeling when i was all on my own...I've never been away from home ..(i was a fresher..so none of the kota or delhi stints..) the first week was strange ..

The reader should realize that it could not have happened otherwise and to give it any other name was simply out of the question !!!
NIKOLAI GOGOL (THE OVERCOAT)

The thought has been there at the back of my mind since long but to bring myself to it has been an onerous task considering my perfection in the art of neglecting all tasks to the last pico-second..(those who know me will surely raise a toast to this!!)..for starters the pertinent questions would be "why did i quit blogging, what kept me so booked that i could not devote a fraction of my time and energy to a thing that had me hooked big time? and where have i been? (well did anyone really give a shit..thats a different story altogether!!)..
Well nothing big has really happened..life has been the usual rollercoaster ride..lots of fun..not much to ponder or droop about..A premature explanation would be..i got cocooned in a feeble variety of Writer's Block..(i can imagine the brickbats being hurled...).another one can be blogging was proving to be a major distraction and a hindrance to whatever huge i was planning to accomplish (but i m a b-tech student..and all those acquainted with the engineering curriculum would succumb to a laughing fit with this reasoning..)..simply put you cannot ascribe a reason to everything!! after all ..."reason like whiskey,loses its beneficial effect when taken in too large quantities"..
The essence is obvious, re-entry of one more lost soul in this maze of gigantic proportions and endless opportunities (as we all say..'subah ka bhula agar shaam ko ghar aa jaaye to use bhula nahi kehte'...) concluding the post with a toast to the person who reminded me that there is still that ounce of creativity left in me to explore !!