Unseen degrees of separation
There's something about chaos. It is found in greatest abundance wherever order is sought. I think thats why it always defeats order, because it is better organised. Chances are some oriental wise-ass might've chronicled this, but it really did dawn on me.
Its my chronicle, the "Chronicles of Naan-yaar?"
A passable symbol of what a fresh graduate goes through when he has bad grades and a sizeable bank loan to clear. A labyrinth of coral caves that echo "huh? whuh? why? whoa, c'mon now..don't be joking."
And no one showed us to the land
And no one knows the wheres or whys
But something stirs and something tries
And starts to climb toward the light
But is it really the reason for this unbearable canyon of static that I've reached? Is it the reason that my creative sprints seem so fatigued? Is it the reason that my procrastination quotient has beaten all records? I will really never know.
All I choose to know is everything that is here, now and probably in-a-bit. And in a bit, Adi's leaving for the states. The baays are all what we rather reveredly call corporate whores and the times generally are a-changing. (If Uncle Bob got a nickel everytime someone said that, I'd atleast want to be his roadie.)
As we walk away from the rainbows on the most beautiful azure sky, away from THE days of our lives I sit with a plate of pineapple pieces listening to Tangerine Dream, staring at the evolutionary snapshots of our friendship.
We were strangers before separate glances met,
We were new doors to a different world,
We spoke, we sang, we played, we loved and we lived,
We know the melody of our noise,
We know the harmony of our silences,
We thought we'd look back on our tears and laugh, but
We never thought we'd look back on our laughter and cry.
The music may stop now and then,
But the strings will remain forever...
Friendship. Respect. Baays.
Its forever man. I just know it! Like K said, we'd probably still go out for last coffee together even when we're seventy. Brainfood and by God, the most exotic of cuisines to deal with!
Its my chronicle, the "Chronicles of Naan-yaar?"
A passable symbol of what a fresh graduate goes through when he has bad grades and a sizeable bank loan to clear. A labyrinth of coral caves that echo "huh? whuh? why? whoa, c'mon now..don't be joking."
And no one showed us to the land
And no one knows the wheres or whys
But something stirs and something tries
And starts to climb toward the light
But is it really the reason for this unbearable canyon of static that I've reached? Is it the reason that my creative sprints seem so fatigued? Is it the reason that my procrastination quotient has beaten all records? I will really never know.
All I choose to know is everything that is here, now and probably in-a-bit. And in a bit, Adi's leaving for the states. The baays are all what we rather reveredly call corporate whores and the times generally are a-changing. (If Uncle Bob got a nickel everytime someone said that, I'd atleast want to be his roadie.)
As we walk away from the rainbows on the most beautiful azure sky, away from THE days of our lives I sit with a plate of pineapple pieces listening to Tangerine Dream, staring at the evolutionary snapshots of our friendship.
We were strangers before separate glances met,
We were new doors to a different world,
We spoke, we sang, we played, we loved and we lived,
We know the melody of our noise,
We know the harmony of our silences,
We thought we'd look back on our tears and laugh, but
We never thought we'd look back on our laughter and cry.
The music may stop now and then,
But the strings will remain forever...
Friendship. Respect. Baays.
Its forever man. I just know it! Like K said, we'd probably still go out for last coffee together even when we're seventy. Brainfood and by God, the most exotic of cuisines to deal with!
15 Comments:
Man i take a bow......lovely post....one of the best i have read...
too old times and them changing times :)
Listening to flyod i see. I cant claim to understand evrything in the post but..know how this feels.
Two months..in the two months that have passed since i left college...3 of us are working, one is not inthe country, another is leaving soon. We've met maybe 3 times. Hard to imagine its been only 2 months..when we would see each other every day, sit on the same benches, hang out..feels like another lifetime.
But like you said..its forever, and now..i think we appreciate our friendship more than ever. Loved your post. Loved those lines about your friendship.
beautiful.
*XXL m-brand, custom-made-for-this-occasion hug*
forever's overrated.
i'm sure you bAAys will MAKE time.
=)
Hem: :-) thank you. true, amazing times!
ujju: he he yes floyd for every occasion! i second you, absence makes friendship more intensely felt. thank you, glad you liked it. how's life in media? the big city life!
Radix: *HUG* babis, what according to you is NOT overrated temme. thanks though =)
first time here...you write very well man. liked the last post
Nice one, Graduate! Congratulations on that.
Yes, we're all bound by the String Theory.
I'm sure you'd be smart enough to know what I've got to say on this. :-)
In other news, welcome back... :-P
life in media.. looks glamourous on the outside:) but work like dogs! worst part: we work almost all week long:(
btw..i know this sounds weird but i have the strangest feeling i ve seen u on orkut..and i dont even know who u are!!!
Kris: Glad you liked it. Welcome to my blog btw. :-)
Meghna: hello. thanks very much! how be you, long time. bet you're placed!
AC: String Theory. No, we shud discuss that. Remind me to call you! How's Maya?
ujju: all week long? oh you poor child! and you've seen me on orkut? scrap away. how hot do you think i am? :P :P
@manu: yes work all week long..and i keep cribbing about it to everyone..i'm a big drama queen:)
yeah..i scrapped. I was just thinking..I think, its you..and i sort of assumed this mainly based on ur name. now if u are not as prosaic as i think u are and manu is ur blog-pen name then..well..i just left a scrap in some guy's scrap book. LOL this is fun.
hot? ur a 12 on 10;) but wait a min.(if u refer to paragraph above) i dont even know if thats u:P
ujju: oh you poooor thing! all week laang? hey and i think that idea was brilliant. i feel so prosaic! but well it was me, life's boring innit? aww i'm flattered. :P thankee!
i.want.more.brain.feed.
write.
plees.
Dude, awesome post. Amazing. Here's to old times and the strange ones that are ur way!!! Peace
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