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Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Time for another goodbye ...


25th June … I will be writing the last exam for my post graduation.

And almost all of us have been diagnosed with “Farewell Fever”.

This will be fourth time for me.

Does it feel like déjà’ vu to me? I doubt that.


April, 2002. Fresh out of high school. Nestling. Scared, shy, and novice to the ways of this world. National Institute of Technology, Hamirpur would be my initiation to the world beyond family, school and Mandi.

May, 2006. Graduated. Fledgling. Eager, excited and joyous. Capable of short flights. But still rooted to the security of my nest. Deep down in my heart I was happy .. happy because I could cradle my nephew Harjas, in my arms (he would be 56 hours old when I would finally get to see him) .. happy because the fledgling would finally return to the nest. And this joy numbed me .. dulled the spasms of pain. The memories of 4 years of college life were successfully resigned to the hind quarters of my mind. The trail of my life led me to Wipro Technologies, Bangalore. Reunion. With all that was supposedly over. May be the subconscious had known it all along. May be that is why, I had not shed a single tear when I had said goodbye.

February, 2009. Resigned from Wipro. Migratory bird … returning to the warmth of native lands. Sober, reflective, musing. Something stirred in my heart this time and as the plane took off for Delhi, I cried. For good two hours. The flood subsided only when the plane touched the Delhi soil.

June, 2011. Post graduate. The bird will fly out again .. but where will the journey take it now … uncertain, riddled, screened.