A cuppa coffee with my soul.....b'cos I felt like updating my White Window!!

What is it that makes a life?

A little love, a lot many strife.

The golden rays soaking your heart,

Life –an inevitable sunset that does depart.

We swim with the tide, we sink even,

We rock in it’s cradle, emotions laden.

A kiss of spring- Life ushers in,

Life grays the world in miseries’ reign.

O! the sweetest of flower unmindful-

An acrid tinge of glum peeps not far,

A Journey littered with woes and joy,

A stillborn might only murmur the ploy.

~Any interpretations for the last line???

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A cuppa coffee with my soul

Well on the personal front life is good. The professional one got submerged in neck deep work. Exaggerating? Yes, I am. J Got shifted from one role to another. Hopefully I will enjoy this one, at least a bit. Not expecting much in terms of satisfaction. Finally, I have realized that I still have to walk a long way before I get something of my interest. It’s just the start and slowly enough I am getting the hang of it. Unlike before, not at all cranky and irritated and sad and angry and short tempered and..., in short no more a cry baby for past lot many days. But this does not snatch my attention away from the many issues that troubling us in office. Yes I am lucky to have people around me who are always there to hold all my pieces together. I need not name them because I know that you know that yes it is you whom I am talking about.

Rain. I swear I can never describe my love for rain in mere mortal words. This time I have the opportunity to connect to rain closely. Yes it drenched me completely while I was on my way to office and then back home regularly for few days. It did not rain today. And sitting inside such an office where you can’t see what’s happening around, where it hardly matters whether it’s raining or not, I miss rain.

One and half weeks back, the hands of fever clutched me, the first time I got drenched in rain, giving me the opportunity to be in the comforts of my sweet home which otherwise doesn’t seem much sweet. Afterwards whenever I am under rain, I always pray to catch fever. Not because I want to be in the comforts of home but because I do not want to go to office. But I love watching and playing with the trails that the rain water leaves against the glass window of my cab. The wide DND toll road, the Yamuna over flowing beside, the greenery around, the cool-soothing breeze, the twinkling street-lights and the glittering vehicles and their sparkling reflections on the river ; everything has an intoxicating effect on me. But then Yamuna has crossed the danger level and the danger of flood is lurking around Delhi. O, I haven’t still bought that rainbow umbrella which I promised someone. I swear I will by the time monsoon comes to a sad end.

Today morning, in lunch, mom packed fried rice (not the Chinese one. Bhat bhaja. It’s something every Bengali mom prepares whenever they run out of time or vegetables or both) and daal pakodas. But it did not have the chance to enter the premises of my office as Varsha finished every bit of it on our way to office. And guess what nobody from my team brought proper lunch so me and Sumona had to settle down for one aaloo ka parantha which the canteen wala gave to us after lot of consumption of our precious lunch time as he says was confused. Initially we ordered four then it changed to three then to 2 then to 0. At last there was one parantha on our table which hurriedly went inside the empty stomachs of four hungry people.

It’s 4:07 pm now. Just got a call from Varsha. So while going back we will have something from MacD’s. I guess by now our order has been placed. So it’s going to be a small cab party while going back home. Yesterday, it was pasta at Evergreen’s. After around 1 year I was there and more than the yummy pasta I was gulping down nostalgia as was missing my college friend Prakriti. Thoughts of PR made me miss Aditi and Adu lead me to miss our so very grand Dubai tour. Green Park, it made me miss Divya too. Sigh. Memories! Sometimes they haunt and sometimes they make us smile. Yes they make us cry too. In my case it was all at the same time.

You know what! It’s 4:20 PM now and would you believe if I say I started writing this in the morning! All my reporting managers are hovering around making it so difficult to write. Moreover don’t know how many times the power went off. Back-up system is not working today. Had to write-rewrite so many things so many times. And in the whole process so many thoughts got lost in time and so many new ones did creep in. After eons I am writing like this, filling and spilling my cup of thoughts over and over again all around. Untamed and unchained thoughts. Running, falling, swinging. Shouting and laughing out loud. In simple words they want to break free. Actually it’s I who wants to break free. Towards a similar kind of land where someone famous wrote Solitary Reaper.

Hello! Are you still there? If you have made it this far then I must say you have got incredible quantity of quality patience in you and I would be immensely happy to know you. Please write your name in the comment box and no cheating ok! If you have come this far then don’t forget to go back to where the poem ends and interpret the last line. Thanks. J

I still don’t want to stop. Seems that I am on a writing spree and I am enjoying it so much. But I guess I have to put a full stop to it right here as the part-timers are here and very soon I may have to lend them my system. I might continue some other day from the point I am leaving now.

Love and carez.

Update after hitting the publish button. God! the satisfaction you get and the happiness you feel after updating your blog that too with such a long post when there is lots of work around and all your reporting managers are roaming and eying you, is indescribably awesome and amazing and electrifying and.. blah!!! Out of the world to be precise. Or is it top of the world? Whatever... J