Musings

As the world frets on issues of supposedly greater importance such as the Indian elections, the strain in diplomatic relations with the US and the emergence of a constipated Amir Khan, I find myself reminded of a certain incident which remains freshly engraved within my heart. An incident which made me lose faith in all of humanity...teaching me that self interest is primeval amongst Humans... Even a dementor cannot give me the chills as can the mere memory of that incident...and it left upon me a mental scar...changing me...altering life as it should have been and now I shall recount my dreadful experience for all to hear... An exasperated cry could be heard reverberating from the playground of Sector 31 as dragoon had once again defeated all its opponents. A smirk came about my face as I saw that my beyblade was the last man standing..."We understand each other...dragoon and me" I said...while others looked on feeling thoroughly abysmal..."He does whatever I tell...

Home, the several connotations with which this word is associated are enough to dazzle someone into a reverie of mixed emotions, of familiar faces, of friendly words, of a place which would forever embrace us with warmth whenever we choose to return. We can spend an eternity abroad but our feet would always guide us home, and when we do we shall be enveloped with genuine exultation... But when you do return you’d find that you’ve replaced the old with the new, and people in front of whom you could once pour your heart out, have been turned into strangers...You’d find that you’ve lost the people who once defined your life, and you don’t like this new ‘definition’ which has been embossed upon your existence. But you cannot get rid of it, its stuck...you are forever doomed, for things can never go back to how they were... Life isn’t a video tape which would have a rewind button...however hard you may wish it to be... As innocence began to slowly mould itself into sarcasm, praise...