When You're Gone....

Wonder what happens when the object with which you have spent a major part of your life just goes away or becomes non-existent in a single bang (A bang that’s 3 times as fast as the speed of sound)?

I could not resist the feel for writing this post. When such things happen, you are broken. What I have lost is something that everyone valued. It gave me an identity of my own but now it is gone.

It is time for everyone of my group to groom and prepare for interviews for admission to colleges and getting placed in companies. For qualifying in an interview, it is always said “To Be Yourself”. But an interview nowadays is a mere degree up to which the Interviewer can be persuaded.

I was the one who gave the longest interview in the college to the Indian Army. But the outcome was prejudiced. I don’t understand what bias these army people have in their mind. I tried to be myself (actually I was myself) at the interview, but what these people want is all those sugar coated answers.

But this time it will not be the real me who will be facing the interviews. It has to be someone else. I will give them what they want.

Now I have broken up all the emotional ties with the thing (not just a thing) that I was having from the past 4 years. And yes, I am feeling so downhearted at this lost.

Well, it’s the very famous “Caesar’s Cut” a.k.a “Goti” a.k.a “Tikla”. Just a few hours back I had a chat with my brother who persuaded me to get this off of my visage. I was totally astonished to see my face without the Goti on my face (Being there for 4 years and now off in a macho bang). When the sword was out to wipe out the enemy, I felt like a thousand knights were approaching towards me to knock me down. Each and every hair that fell down was filling up the puddle of blood. The war between emotions and practicality finally ended with a lot of bloodshed. You decide who got slaughtered in this act of war?

What am I going to whirl around while I am thinking (Missing you so much this time)?

On which object will I perform all the experiments that I used to perform on you (and with you)?

Feels like I am lost somewhere. This is not me. The originality is lost. I can’t recognize myself in the mirror. But for consoling myself, I painted the mirror black at the very spot where my chin was seen. It really gave me a sigh of relief.

On looking at my gloomy face my father said,”Ye to ghar ki kheti hai. Aa Jaegi.” He boosted up my ruined morale by telling his own story of the removal of the long beard which he used to keep when he lived in Bihar about 23 years ago. He said “It really feels like a hammer being hit on your heart. But sometimes the hammering gives fruitful results. And then it is not the end of the world.”

This is what I am hoping for, some juicy results. Let’s see what happen when you’re gone…..

Nuts