A SATURDAY EVENING

A typically dull saturday evening. A long chat with a great friend on phone. As he hung up, a feeling of loneliness, that gives you the uneasy twirls in the tummy...Just then the roommate plays the song " tu hi bathaa zindagi, jo bhi hua kyon hua?" "Kyon Hua" is the feeling that eats you up, piece by piece, ruthlessly, systematically.............................................

A sudden flash in my mind says that happening of good or bad is timeless....And definitely life is one entity you cannot ask "why". A string of thoughts....happiness of "the self " or its sadness......along with happiness of "the beloved".....or sadness? The string leads to nostalgia......the only sick feeling that makes you feel good.....Nostalgia touched the heart for a small moment.....and took me back in time.....away from the monotony of life....which oozed nothing but mediocrity......As I say this, the song changes to " Chupaana bhi nahin aata, jathaana bhi nahin aata" from Baazigar, which leads you to a painful depth in the intricate feeling of love, perfectly symbolized by a rose, but with thorns........

Everyday starts like everyday, but does not end like everyday....the mind travels like the rays of sun, from the east in the morning to the west in the evening.....from happiness to sadness irrespective of the time......the daystarts as a monotony and ends as a monotony, an eerie silence eating into every sound you make, every music you play, every noise you make, and finally succeeding in suppressing the "sounds" of life....this is where you feel, that you know how a corpse would feel like, had it been just sleeping in the grave...................