IN SEARCH OF HAPPINESS...

A happy-go-lucky, jovial guy he was
Spreading happiness with his sweet applesauce
Had never experienced pain nor loss
Until one fine day life pressed the button ‘PAUSE’

The lost soul wandering through the arcades of life,
Finally found a lady who he wanted to make his wife…
Thought this was real happiness and end of all strife
But alas he forgot life’s like a double-edged knife…

Nay, the girl was comely, wise and nice
Cooked a dishes many, his favorite chicken n rice
But he’d missed a very important side of the dice
His parents misread virtues as vice

A successful lady, a brilliant daughter of a doting father…
If she wanted even the hardest water could lather
Couldn’t pass the test which to her the most mattered
What was missing, she just couldn’t gather…

Vice one, to him she was elder
Well, didn’t seem like it when he held her
Vice two was an imaginary one,
Mom feared she’d take away her son…

Mom’s fears were not totally baseless
History and events had proved a lot could mess
She was just being cautious and finding ways
Unwilling to meet the truth face to face…

A homely girl, a comely mother
Both in search of happiness, tearing apart from each other
Clearing things up could’ve indeed helped
But instead, at the boy, they individually yelped

Many nights all of them hadn’t slept
Until one fine day, the formerly happy guy just left
Couldn’t keep the promises he made
In search of happiness, he wept

Finding a balance is very difficult many a time
That’s when life calls the shots and you just mime
At times, listening to your heart is a crime
Parents are your true treasure; it’s only you for who they pine.

- Ships

INEXPLICABLE

By the way, I had my convocation on the 29th of last month. (and lo’… with that all my primary education goes down the drain… my English teacher would have rolled up her eyes at my very first statement starting with a by-the-way!) I left my alma mater around a week back. Probably this was my last foray in the world of carefree student life. Hence forth, I would be a daughter, a sister, a co-worker, an employee, a friend, a lover, a wife, a mother, anything… BUT, a student. There were lots of thoughts, inhibitions, a galore of memories coupled with happy-sad moments hovering in my head. I had thought of penning down my feelings… but realized soon that any number of words could not do justice to how I felt then. I am back in my beloved den… unwinding in the relaxing environs of my cozy little room, thinking of what to pen down next… Here’s something I have been thinking about of late. Read on…

There’s love, there’s friendship and then… there are some bonds which are beyond both… These bonds are simply inexplicable. It’s a convoluted puzzle.

You share your world with your friend. For you, your lover is your world. And then, there is this other disjoint set of people, who you consider to be the pillars of your own little microcosm. You must have hardly met up with them more than a few times in your life, but still they are more special than anyone else.

Both of us had been academic rivals until school days. And then we parted ways, studied in different colleges. One fine day we met online and ever since the conversations never ended. Now we stay in two opposite ends of the earth, but in moments happy or sad; find each other just a phone call away. Years down the memory lane, we find solace in each other, so much so that we had to camouflage a teary eye with a meek smile while parting last summer when I had to come back to India after my internship. Once my Rakhi brother, he now means more than my world to me. Who says, only blood relations stay intact?

And… there’s this friend who was just an acquaintance I met at a couple of group discussions, and ever since he has been there rowing my boat safe to the shore amidst the turbulent waters, through most of my travails and candid confessions in the past couple of years. We have never shared the same point of view about anything till date, but still we have stuck on as friends. Pen-pals cum phone-pals…

And now there’s this friend of mine, who I met just once during a college fest, with faint memories of how he looked and how he sounded. We are in different continents, yet love each other’s company. It’s so strange that in spite of being an enigma for each other, we spend so much time talking about all possible varied things under the sun.

These bonds are beyond friendship. These are the people in whom one finds it easy to confide both your good and your bad sides. They are high up on the pedestal of priority sometimes. Talking to them is more important than even having a conversation with a friend who’s come to visit me! What is it that makes them so special? It is not even that we share the same likes and dislikes. We don’t even agree on most of the issues. Still…

Weird, isn’t it?

-Ships