if only

In the milky way of cloud computing, a failed binary transition folded up to a new transaction, recreating the blues of the hidden past and the coded future. The system blinked twice before making weird grunts and complains as the perspirations reloaded into the living world.

The year almost seems to be getting rid of its cold days in this part of the continent, as I reconcile to my senses. The beginning of the year got me a splendid feast in the form my first pay cheque. It was over whelming to own some hard earned bucks. The clock had struck 47 minutes past two in the afternoon as the salary amount flashed on the screens of my cellphone, I think the squirrel quizzed for a moment passed a smile and whisked away as I stood beneath an old tree waiting for the transport back to the dugout. The molecules around seemed still for the next half hour waiting anxiously in the queue to congratulate me for the occasion. The blissful evening concluded as I reached out to all my contacts through all modes of communication to deliver the big news.

Well, the system blinked again, with the year greetings for all. I thought of concluding a lot happening 2010 but the viruses blocked the successful compilation while certain Trojans disabled a few posts to be populated.

Things changed quiet rapidly as I fell in love with a new firm moving along the next month. I had a chance to grab a glimpse of my peers only to gather a few more moments of truth along the hurdle of life. I incarcerated her ultimate smile treasured the presence and hoped against every hopeless hope to meet again !

I held my hand tightly across the proposal letter as Priya (HR ,Chennai) let her emotions flow through my brains. The systems had recovered in safe mode as I recorded my acceptance of the offer to be a part of a new experience, a new venture, a new idea, a new game plan, a new life (again!).. I went back to the system date to read it has St. Patrick’s Valentine Day !

Nevertheless I am here..

In a land where the existence of people are felt by their smiles, men trust an un stitched piece of cloth hanging down there hips more than the regular pants, while regular talks are equivalent to be comprehending Greek & Latin. The minds are as empty as coconut’s while civilization seems to be a distant invention.

Before getting into my miraculous web..

I still wonder if the protagonist always gets its share at the very end. I wonder if he/she has to trail all the possible trenches until the cliff. I wonder who scripts this entire role, with the deserving being lined up in descending order. I strongly believe that buried Ruby’s are more valuable than the surface diamonds (though take a longer time to be discovered). I believe the scripts eventually fall to a time line until the failure themselves fail to face you ! I only hope that he/she still believes..

Getting into the webs after a large layoff..

I got back into the grooves of my faithful melodies, to swing through the honor of a beautiful yesterday. I remember kicking around my mother’s lap only to cry out loud in hunger. I grew up only to translate the same tunes into words. I could ask for my nutrition any time of the day..
I remember my early days playing around my locality. I could ask my neighbor for the ball each time my friend, fierce fully vented all his power behind the poor piece of matter. I could always ask my mother for that extra last hour to be at the playground.

I asked for the color of the shirt as I clinged on my father’s hand while he whistled through the festive shopping list. I always asked for the latest trend while just avoiding his scorn looks. I remember suggesting my expert (at that age ) opinion on the type of fragrance to be bought home.

I asked for every turn that seemed dark , every path that was not straight, every destination that looked astray. I asked for the lights to be on as I blinded my way through the different phases of the day.
I asked for all that could make my way..

I asked a friend for a cigarette, as we walked a long way through the fields. I asked if we could stay back the same forever. I wished this doesn’t happen to all who wish to be together. I wished there are none like us..
I asked for a drink as I wished the clock stops and the calendar’s turn back only to be back into my senses mid air..

I asked for a helping hand as I helped myself down the great dome structure. I asked for help as I lay half dead on the beds after a devastating encounter on the national highway.
I asked for the gift for my next birthday, I asked for the scores to successfully clear the grad school, I asked for extensions to complete all the pending work, I asked for pain to be more painful, I asked for a friend..

I went asking for a job, for a recognition of not so glorious past but the coded future..

I ask for remuneration for the days I work
I ask for leave
I ask for food again !
I ask for happiness
I ask for grief;
I ask for sanity
I ask for salvation ..

If only I could .. ask for LOVE..

signing off
mE 'n mA lonE souL