Out of the Catacomb

When do you feel like you are not so lonely? When do you feel that what we left behind isn’t behind anymore but with us all the time? When do you feel that life comes a full circle, the only thing that you need to do is cherish the moments gone by and wait for more to come your way? It’s when you have weekends like these, when you meet people who are full of energy, who reverberate with the same vibes. It’s when after a long and hard week you get to unwind while you throw all the stress out of the window bury all the inhibitions and are ready to jive in the weekend and make everyone else dance to the new tune, and not to the old one, so that when you dance you dance a lil slower unlike the way you dance throughout the week.

I know I m,ay have put in a lot of words without putting much of the situation, but I’m sure that you can gauge my high spirit as I tap away all these words, my feelings and the happenings. It could have been another weekend sitting in front of the computer or reading a book and then making a run across the small city that Port Blair is. But as I aint a guy who likes things to be falling in the same pattern day after day week after week month after month. So I do try to have some change let it be minor one.

Ravi called in to tell me that he was at the liquor canteen and would be picking up something for the weekend, I had thought of revealing my intentions to keep of from alcohol this weekend but I ended up conveying the message that I wasn’t in favour of Rum or whisky or for that matter even Gin or Vodka. What I wished for this weekend was Wine. The whole week had been rain drenched and we hardly expected the rain God to keep his shower off on Saturday, but still made our plans for the rooftop of a lovely place called Dizzy Heights. The place lives upto its name, atleast after coupl’a drinks. We reached the place with the earlier supplied bottles of White wine and Vodka. Me and Amrit were in no mood to spoil out Sunday morning so had made up our mind to keep to two glasses of wine. The evening had started pretty well. There was another group of guys from the Flotter group who were unmindful of us although we were well acquainted. It was too good a lil bit of socialising was going on as we said our hellos but then we stuck with our own groups. The fun element popped up as we wanted to open the wine bottle. No one had got the wine opener. Our search for the opener had been in vain as none of the shops stocked it and what they all offered was beer openers. It would have been an open and shut case for the wine bottle, but Ravi was adamant and got down to do the job of removing the cork. The only fear was of dropping it into the wine. Ofcourse that wouldn’t be much of a problem but we wanted it to be out. It took a good fifteen minutes for Ravi to pull out the cork full. And after that as the dry white wine poured out and our spirits started rising it was fun uninterrupted. This time there wasn’t much of cribbing, but a lot of pun, a few anecdotes made the rounds a little chat on the impending declaration of pay commission, talk about girlfriends, their over protective fathers who relied on BPO’s for the search of Son-in-laws, the rising petrol costs, the lashing rains. Well, a good company be it masculine or feminine is good when the thought process is good and intentions are congenial.

Everything was positive this weekend, as I looked at Ravi, Amrit, Aiholli, Atmakuri and Jaswanth I realised one happy thought, one wise decision and six merry people with one healthy conversation. Do you wish for anything more on a weekend? I’m one satisfied guy, this weekend!

Stranger on my screen !!!

Ever wondered how a person can get acquainted with a stranger on the net and start liking the person? ever wondered how one can fall in love with a photograph of a person and be ready to take an arduous journey just to meet that someone? Well with the advent of internet such incidents became a lot more common, not that they were unheard of before but it seemed unacceptable to people and society at large. I too never gave it much of a thought, until I met a few such people who have a kind of magnetism and attraction that without knowing about them one gets attracted to them, though not physically always. If someone had told me this a little before I wouldn't have believed the person and would have thought that the person has some ulterior motive, but when I got into such a situation I behaved just the way others behaved.
The first one is Sara, and the next one is the Doe eyed gal. Sara is from a totally different society very rigid and orthodox. Her case later,let me speak of the other lady, I do not take her name for a simple reason that I do not want to divulge it.........so its clear that i do not entertain questions about her. The first time I saw her she was standing outside the door of her balcony, her shoulder length hair forming the silhouette against the bright outside the big eyes hidden in the shadow and her lips sealed in a quaint smile, giving all the looks of a snob. It would have been a look and move affair had I not felt obliged to take a good look at her again, and this time I did take good notice of the eyes.............. and I felt the urge to break the ice between us. By the going, it wasnt jus a lil ice but an ocean of ice between us. She hadn't heard of me and Me too hadn't seen or met her earlier. Nonetheless, I wished to know more or this mysterious lady............jus to make myslef sure that the snob looking gal wasn't one! It was more of how much I could know at first glance than a need to be known to her. The anonymity was my best tool and my worst weakness. The best I could do was ask her and be pushed away, but I knew if asked with a fair amount of modesty mixed with a lil anxiety and to it if I could add a little panache she would surely respond. But, why would I need a response? jus to check my own credentials? then after that? Would she be long forgotten? I knew if it had to be this way then I rather not go ahead with my exercise. I waited to know her a little more, got to get around in her friend circle and found her to be a silent mover......maybe an observer. As much as I knew of her I got drawn towards her, not romantically although. There are people who send the good vibes, who seem to be always encouraging without a word, without ever helping you, she seemed to be one of those kinds. And then one day I saw her again, this time I could look into those big eyes, gleaming as though they were the biggest diamonds around. The crystal clear eyes seemed to be made of a hundred lovely moments, so strong that they had endeavored and won over too many floods of tears, so lively that they could enthrall a crowd, and so very expressive that even a smile could be seen in them if not on the lips, the flecks could dance without a tune and the eyelids could flutter as swiftly as the wings of a butterfly. The eyes had done to my thoughts that the whole picture of her could not do.
I knew that instant, if someones eyes could be so invigorating, so very encouraging so much heartening how warm can the person be? What can the person in person be! Today as I interact with her I know what I would have lost by not paying attention to those eyes hidden in the shadows........................ by assuming something that was untrue, of the lovely facts that were privy to my eyes.
Some joys in life are felt not just by assuming things but by exploring into.

signing off for today !!!