just around the corner

Why do I see you cry? Why do I see you numb?

Where’s that smile of yours and that chirpy voice that I love?

Is it because you don’t see me around or you feel that I am gone?

How should I tell you, how should I let you know?

I am not gone kid, would I ever leave you a mourner?

 I am right here, just around the corner

Remember the walks we used to take embracing the rain

Remember the times we would sit by the window and listen to Mozart

Look there, the player is still there and so is the window

Put on the record and watch the rain pour

I am not gone kid, would I ever leave you a mourner?

I am right here, just around the corner

The genteel stroke of my hand grazing through your hair!

Oh how you would frown and that’s what I loved the most

Hands wet with tears I see you muddle your hair

Why do you cry kid? I still love this look

I am not gone kid, would I ever leave you a mourner?

I am right here, just around the corner

I still hear those whispers of our late hour, all night conversations

The chuckles and the sighs that reflected our concord of togetherness

Oh and how we felt it would last forever till eternity…

Look at our same old place kid, I am still there to ease your pain

I am not gone kid, would I ever leave you a mourner?

I am right here, just around the corner

That early morning rush when you would miss your breakfast always

My irksome nagging won’t quite change this habit,  

There is the plate, the spoon and the meal; now all you have to do is eat!

I am not gone kid, would I ever leave you a mourner?

I am right here, just around the corner

The fireplace for our night-time reading and that glass of white wine sitting on those arm-chairs

I can see the fireplace all dull, those books getting dusty

Take the step and light it, on the arm-chair you might see me

I am not gone kid, would I ever leave you a mourner?

I am right here, just around the corner

Those prints of our feet on the sand, a set of two

The gazing up above, watching the stars in that dark sky

Those reminiscent times, a memory of just us two

The beach is the same and so is the sky, take the step and look up above to the sky so high

I am not gone kid, would I ever leave you a mourner?

I am right here, just around the corner

I don’t like that wet pillow with tears all soaked in

Your pain is throbbing; it’s an unbearable heart-ache

And NO!! Don’t force a smile; don’t fake a laugh

Just know that I am still a part of you, living; breathing inside of you

I am not gone kid, would I ever leave you a mourner?

I am right here, just around the corner

I am in a meadow with heavenly diffusive serene lighting

Pure and divine, I feel like I am complete

Been robbed of all my pain and suffering I now float above the world, you see

I see you, I feel you and of-course I love you

I am not gone kid, would I ever leave you a mourner?

I am right here, just around the corner

I make a promise to wait for you forever till time

A belief I impart to you that we will be one again

Fight, hurt, laugh, cry and love again

Fate is too small a power to change what we share

I am not gone kid, would I ever leave you a mourner?

I am right here, just around the corner

But till then I need you to know I am not to the left or to the right

Don’t look beside or up above in the stars,  

Not in that picture hung on the wall or some new avatar

I am still breathing , in your laugh, your smile , your heart

I am a part of you and you a part of me, this is reality

Because I am not gone kid, would I ever leave you a mourner?

I am right here, just around the corner

It's funny how an end is also the cause for a beginning :)

From the horse's mouth...........

When I sit with my friends over coffee, movie or a brunch and somehow the conversations slip into the prime time spent at the high school! Amongst those invigorating, oozing happiness and a pinch of pride

 “I DID THEATRE!”

“ I DID MUSIC!”

 “LOST THE COUNT of those accolades in my room cabinet ”! ,its usually pretty quiet on my end. Not because I didn’t attend a school but because I didn’t live my school life! Sounds weird, right? Lol! Who the fuck doesn’t “LIVE” a life? Aren’t we all living!!  [ shockingly enough,no! not all of us!! Atleast not at all times! I could ramble on, but that’s another talk! Another utter! Some other time!]

Just for those of you thinking that this is one of those self-victimizing monologues or those mop to top epilogues or maybe some kind of  “a personal fairytale” , let me just clear the air right at the very start point! YES!,This is a story!, a story that could be yours! a story that you could be a part of!A story that you could call your own!

Once upon a time (just to give you the feel :P) there was a girl (for the reaaaalllyy dumb ones-it’s me, no offence though). Never been the first bencher, the teacher’s pet, that one student everybody asked at the Result desk, “hey! How much did you score?” Not the super-skinny, never had that fuller pout[unless, I tried to attempt one,which would make me look like a detestable pig] and certainly not the very proud-of, subservient and dutiful daughter of my parents[atleast then :P].

A total dork [weirdly enough, a name I did not mind to be called by :P]  to say the least, but that wasn’t who I was! I knew it! what everybody thought could not bother me any less! But maybe I was too far away at the time to do anything about it! I was locked up in a chamber with an air of uncertainty, introversion and a peculiar lack of will to do anything special! To make myself feel special! Or I’d rather put it like to make myself feel anything at all! It was like I had enwrapped myself with apprehension, shyness, hesitation and a typical comfiture that I found with nobody else but me.

shy yet aggressive! Caring yet condescending at times! Smart [even to my surprise] yet fucking dumb at heart! An aspirer yet the lost kid! And before some of you jump to conclusions umm, no I was also not the notoriously talked about, popular and alltheboys-know-my-name girl!

Bewildered? Just you wait!

And yes! There were moments of time in my life which were characterized by what’s considered the most contemptible for a teenager to feel, was my acute sense of self-loathing [I wonder if it’s still somewhere deep,deep,deeeep,deeeeeeeeeeeepppp down]which was more like ubiquitous [and before any of you give out that poignancy following aawwwwwww…which I fucking despise by the way]. One such time was when I gave those billion entrance examinations [bombed all of them! :P,still can’t figure out why I opted for engineering as a career for life]. Knowing that I was at the beck and call of my +2 results, I successfully, triumphantly fucking bombed them too![not that I’m explaining, maybe I am, I really don’t know but I seriously doubt the evaluation procedures and structure of this examination system, hence I tend to call it a fully automated, authorized machine for awarding and certifying hags and morons]

So Who was i? this question came to me as a transformation from a child to an adolescent, flung at me like a new pursuit of my teenage life, a prevailing urge to be able to define myself, identify myself from the teeming zillions! ultimately it became a pesky Percussion  that sometimes and oddly enough [for majority of you reading this] to this date doesn’t even let me sleep , like now!

Today 19 and counting [I like doing that :P], I know that the so-called precious entrance attempt and that golden score on the 12^th report card call is out of my reach!

Staying at a hostel, [still doing engineering though! And fuck yea I am stubborn]

I don’t know how to grapple with the circumstances I am forced by my stars to deal with[err…. Yeaa I do believe in fate!] That question .. “who am i? “ is like a 5 second rebound pounding on my brain walls everytime I hear somebody say my name! everytime I say my name! everytime I see it and everytime I breathe!

Yeah! I am the proud daughter of my parents that I love so very much, the caring and sometimes overly-protective sister of my kid brother[who btw calls me blood-sucking bat with long hair,,,,errr :/], the just another engineering student trying to work her ass off for the frigging degree, owner of a random blog you stumbled accidently on, a friend of your friend’s that you accidently met, just another face behind the gazillion faces in the crowd trying to outline it’s own shadow amongst the perplexing people around and trying to come to grip with the all the more baffling mysteries of life!

Which leaves me to think that is this who I am? Is my identity nothing but a string of reflections and relative to identities of people who complete me??

Am I just a daughter?just a sister? Just a friend? Just a  student? And in this case just a blogger?

This is the time when I start to ensconce my interests into areas as natural and hobby-like as blogging, poetry and mun-ing, as out there as preparing for IS examination while writing zillions of lines of code in java, as dreamy and self-gratifying as trying to search for photographers for a portfolio to apply for miss delhi auditions and as altruistic and soul liberating such as working for NGOs [even when I know that it’s ceritifcate is as good to me as that one extra pencil I used to keep in my pencilbox but could never use it] And as exhaustive sounding and too-much-on-the plate as pursuing BA(hons) English from IGNOU while coping with the gazillion coaching institutes I have joined because engineering aint a piece of cake :/

Not everybody knows I’m onto soo much. That concerned look on my mom’s face when she sees me skipping meals to do justice to my schedules and when dad watches me come home sometimes after 11:00 pm and yet doesn’t say anything except that hand stroke on my head as if saying that I am proud of you or when my boy[my kid brother] doesn’t ask me twice to play another game of UNO because he feels I too have homework like him to do except that nobody would do it for me like I do for him. That sigh in my friend’s voice when we meet for drinks as if trying to comfort my enthusiasm that you can just relax for now! You have your whole life ahead of you to do all this on by one, you’re only 19!

But I can’t stop no matter what! I can’t wait for anybody! I can’t turn around to look at the mistakes I have made in past! The not knowing of who am i? is killing me!

It’s like a crusading attempt in the hope that I might discover myself somewhere in the middle amid this. And no I don’t have any guarantee, whatsoever, as to if I will be able to do it or not. But it’s a try! It’s a hope!

I want an answer! An answer is all I want! Not so I can notify it to anybody but so that I can tell that little-perennial-nagging voice at the back of my head that this is who I am and this is what defines me.

Taking the responsibility of where you are strangely enough gives you the power to be exactly where you want to be. After the grappling with my luck, tackling the criticism my conscious bowled over to me to knock me down, the seizing of the thoughts that I could still do what I wish to and believing that this is what I could ever be, the endless struggle with the circumstances that challenged me to get up and fight it out till the end and the resistance I offered my wishes because they were far too unrealistic and dreamy in the hope that I am growing up and it’s part of developing that so-called maturity.

I have now come to terms with my life- that’s allright! You got me this time! Some of the choices I made, be it due to lack of knowledge, enthusiasm, luck , whatever! Have brought me where I am. And still can take me to the places I wish to be! My choices! Me! Its all here! And with whatever is thrown at me I will make the best of it and I will know who I am! My choices that I now make will compose me who I want to be and who I should be or who I am!

The panorama of my aim and my dreams tires my mind aside from giving me the immense power to fight back literally anything, the audacity to laugh off the sardonic play of fate [ god I can’t begin to tell how much my stars love to hate me :P] , the out-look to recognize and cherish those miniscule glitter bits in this heap of sand and the intractable  will to write my story with my own hand.

I know it is going to be tough[ to say the least!] and I know there will be people and circumstances that will have the potential to throw me off my stance but I also know it’s not just any other quest! It’s a quest to know who I am!

And I may not be there yet, but I’m closer to it than I was yesterday..................................