It’s 4:30 am and I am once again in the dilemma: to sleep or to stay awake. Now that it’s few hours for the morn, I feel sleepy. I had decided to finish off designing the brochure for Shaastra (our technical festival), but it seems I have to give up now. My eyelids are heavy, my right hand little finger is pained (literally!) for constantly staying in a raised position while typing, and the work remains unfinished!
Well, years down the line, I would reminisce, “Those were some days!”
Sometimes you feel disturbed for reasons unknown, or reasons that you don’t settle with. You just feel disturbed and out of place. There are loads of works which you have to attend to, but all of a sudden you feel a peculiar lack of enthu. You begin observing every damn thing of the world, analysing it, and associating some philosophy of life with it. The rules of living and success seem deceptive. Everything seems so formal that you don’t relish the informal relations and situations. And it’s then that you change your status message, think deeply over an e-mail forward, go for a walk alone, treat everyone with affection and add a new post to your blog.
I won’t say I have recovered from this. There was just one poem after that one. And it went places. An NGO’s website featured it, an Orkut community shortlisted it for publishing, not to forget my hostel magazine, where it appeared. So, I thought of including it in my blog too.
It’s Never Late
Damp breeze amongst shimmering lights,
Quite heavy lay the rainy night,
Incessant coughs, her voice too gruff,
Yet rose the white smoke puff.
Minutes ago the rain had ceased,
Hither-thither lay chilling mist,
She had found a bench and lighted one,
Remorseful for having done.
Her life was a happy and pleasant one,
A carefree bird with hunters none,
Yet she smoked, the free sweet lark,
Two years ago in the same old park.
As days rushed past and months went by,
She missed her smile, her stare wry,
The lark quit her chirp and song and play,
She couldn’t sleep at night and smoked all day.
Numerous alikes she found on the way,
But they seemed happy, cheerful and gay,
She envied their joy and wept lighting it,
A monstrous effort – she was trying to quit.
She liked it then, as all other folks,
Looked down upon the world as a roosting hawk,
She relished diving in the smoky well,
Yes, it helped to delve in her self.
Now a deplorable her, yearning to quit,
She threw them all and yelped seeing it,
She tried all day with her last bit,
But as night fell, she bought one and lit.
And so it happened, day after day,
“I pity her,” you could hear them say,
She restrained for a while but couldn’t for long,
She would end up smoking every morn.
Then there was a day she managed without,
Enthralled to the spirit, she would scream and shout,
She said aloud, “I’d no more be sick,”
Yet the next setting sun lit the stick.
There were days again she managed without,
“She’ll smoke again,” you could hear them doubt,
But she fought and stretched it to a week,
Spirited again to give up the wick.
Steadily she tread the path so wild,
Determined to quit before she died,
Months now she could stand without lighting it,
Eventually, one gracious day, she managed to quit.
She was strolling past the same old park,
She found a faint light amidst the dark,
A young boy smoking, two packets nearby lay,
“It’s never late to quit,” she said and went away.
Me and Neta were the ones involved. After we gave up on a problem statement of Project-X, there was nothing at all to indulge in at Wavez 2007 (the annual cul-tech festival of Dept. of Ocean Engg.). Neta proposed the idea of coffee. Now, let me introduce him to you. He is a coffee freak. However hot the weather be, he is always ready for a cup of steaming coffee. He loves black coffee. And coffee and Neta and coffee and Neta and so on…We asked Bachcha for 10 bucks. When someone is seriously engaged in some important activities, he usually doesn’t care about petty things, like lending 10 bucks to someone who is never gonna return. So, we managed to get 10.
But I was reluctant for a coffee. I wanted some cool refreshing drink. Ice Tea would cost us 10 bucks, that meant we needed more cash. This time I went to Khajju (a senior, who was overseeing all the events of Wavez) and asked for 10 bucks.
“Sutta maarna hai?”
“Nahi yaar, coffee.”
He searched his pockets and handed me few coins, totally amounting to 10. Now, we were 20 bucks richer than we started.
On our way out, we saw MMS. Neta thought of paining him and asked him foor 10 bucks. To our utter amazement, he pulled out his wallet and gave me a 10 rupee note! This, we least expected. But all was fair, so long we had cash coming in!
Now, armed with 30 rupees, we set out for some cool drink. En-route, I suddenly recalled that
I had to fill certain ASES form and it was the last day. So we headed for DoMS (Dept. of Management Studies) to get the forms. The coffee freak who was silent all the way, now spoke. “There’s CCD beside DoMS!” I liked his idea but we had only 30 bucks , which was not sufficient for two of us.
We continued cycling. Nearing DoMS, we met Bhondu. He too had gone to DoMS for the forms, but the office was closed. We had to fill the forms, and it was the last day, so we had to think of something.
Bhondu: “Shruti has some unfilled forms. I will ask her to get them.”
Now that we saw the problem of getting forms being solved, CCD lured us. We asked Bhondu to ask Shruti for some cash. But we couldn’t talk to her, the call failed. We tried from each of our phones but no success. Next, we tried Pranava, who also might have forms, we believed. But she didn’t receive the call. We were thinking what to do. Bhondu asked Neta to ring Tamanna. Very well! The coffee freak talked to her and apparently forgot about the forms, and asked her to come downstairs with 30 bucks! To add to this, he kept chuckling after ending the call, as if everything was achieved.
Soon enough Tamanna appeared, 30 bucks in hand. We gladly accepted and requested her to get ASES forms from Shruti or Pranava.
In the meanwhile, I got a message from Pranava. She said that she was sleeping. I called her and asked about the forms. She said that she will send them. Soon after, Tamanna brought us the forms.
Now, we had the forms and we had 60 bucks. 20 bucks for each of us. But that was not sufficient, was it? We were thinking of adding to our earnings, and we saw Harshita. She was returning after some shopping and had heavy bags with her. We asked her for twenty bucks and she readily handed us two ten rupee notes.
Content finally, we headed straight to CCD with 80 bucks, ten of it in coins. We ordered, enjoyed our drinks, and when the bill came, it dawned upon us that we had totally forgot the tax while ordering. Luckily, we had chosen our drinks worth 78 rupees and with the tax, the bill read Rs. 80.00 !!!