Confessions

And another window just popped up saying 'Hi' on the messenger while I was checking the mails on my Gmail account. The system clock was showing nine in the morning and I had just finished typical Mumbai breakfast of vada paav. Although it is not the most toothsome of the delicacies that can be had but it satiates the morning famish at least. The blinking window was in a way compelling me to start the same mundane conversation that generally lasted just two to three lines. May be it gets overwhelmed by everyday tasks and the office activities (not sure at whose end) or may be it is the consequence of nothing else but the mere complacency shown by me towards the relationships only. On one hand, I wished to reply to the message but then may be my inner conscience refused to become a confederate in this act of mine. An act in which although I interact with the one whom I think I know but still find myself cramped up in the confines of this very cubicle. An act which should have given relief to the day-and-night working brain but instead leaves behind some hint of fidgetiness. The feeling is not entirely a destructive one as it looks at first glance, but actually sends out alarm signals that something is wrong somewhere that needs correction; A broken link that needs doctoring, a gap that needs bridging. Every once in a while we come across a teenager who makes us sigh 'Aah! Those college days, Don't we miss them ...', but then never spare even 2 minutes to actually ponder on the reasons that lead to this situation in the very first place. Do we really miss the passed days or this thinking is just a consequence of our refusal to accept our today? There was a period when even I enquired myself that what I wanted to do but then soon realized that one will always be a stranger to himself as long as he is living. Otherwise what will be living all about...

Harpreet Singh