"Fevicol ka mazboot jod hai tootega nahi! "
Staging a fellow peep and jesting his life as a mere individual might knock those gateways of bitter or sometimes tasteless memories of yours, so I gleefully am obliged to do so.
--A teenager blinded by nothing but just the cursed torments and fights with his siblings that made his days like a bitter raw coffee after a hungover, was introduced to a concept of a friend, a fellow mate, who would make his life more miserable but would make me smile when I looked back in those glimpses of retributed affairs..
Slightly caught up now he is in his own dimension, maybe more obsessed now with his "elderly" affairs... But there's a link, as Ali from the Kite Runner said, ".... there's a kinship that not even time could break".
And yes, old friend I still remember you while my heart ache.
--Afterlife
Now I was about to enter the afterlife or more precisely, a place of subjected fools or some eloquent retards, that place of afterlife for sorrow or a new world, is coined as " College". The new world, miserable one, maybe?
This place had no soul and decieved everyone with its Daisy..
Made me long back to the tastes of "aloo ki bhujia and peeli wali daal" from mummy's kitchen..
And there is such a hustle bustle in this life that I started longing for the naggings and "chappad chappad" Of my mates from school...
"Yr woh cliche moments hi the sabse cool!"
The ones with whom I shared the basketball court and also the ones with whom "hm match haare the... ".. Everything now started getting under my skin, from cravings of those " Chaya chauraha wale momos "
To those moments.....wasted? Nah! enjoyed in the cafe trying to make "challe from hookah".
"Those memories are in my heart like a picture clicked in bokeh".
-- Some imps in the afterlife..
Imp- or a mischievous devil, is not an animated frangmet of my mind, but, indeed they are those absurd demons of life, whom I met in the afterlife.
These imps made me learn from some of the most dubious grievances of life to the those unplanned " Hostel mein scene banate hai aaj" moments.
"Kabhi gate Todd dene se lekar aapas mein behas" moments to all those "Full chicken ar half paneer" food snatching...
They are like those Rumi poetries, longing for a dangling support that I found in them.. And I have kept these in my diary along with a latching.
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Amidst these shrieks of some new sounds in my heart to longing for those old ones..
Some feverish, some cold yet alose those bold ones.
I shout the fevicol ke add wala slogan
"Yeh fevicol ka mazboot jod hai totega nahi"
For I know these bonds will thrive until I am also a Logan...
Of my own journey,
These moments has crossed my mind and heart like a bitter yet longing memory down this lane.. Down my lane!
From those "after tution expenses" to contributing now only to hear, "kisne back maara? "..
And everyone would pass out in each other's rooms as a hippie on a vacation.
Irony , right? But these are all from my fate's temptation.
Tempted to live in this one afterlife until I meet another..
To keep listening to those old " Gulzars" to these new throbbing sensations
And to adjust and still crave for more of those didi ke khaane mein peculiar creations.
Neither my diary is complete nor is my fate deserted..
For I know there are much more bonds to make with this fevicol of life to keep a bit of wonted easiness asserted.