When the whole campus buzzes with CVs, interview prep, applications, EoIs, sweat, blood, toil...anxiety...confusion...it feels like reality has eventually arrived! ISB is now witnessing placements for the 6th time as fervour grips its veins...people prepping feverishly...drafts and redrafts...proof reads and checks...life is moving along in the fast lane...and what have I found time doing...???
I've been busy trying to catch the right moment when night turns to day...no, I'm not having sleepless nights, far from it...but I'm sick of drawing the curtains to realize its morning...I want to know what its like to feel the first sun beam on my skin...this morning that moment arrived, but the sun lay snuggled behind its puffy blanket of clouds and refused to meet me. What a tease...while I with my sleep deprived puffy eyes kept chomping on omlette and looking...out on my balcony...I promise I saw the grass and leaves dance with the new morning breeze...someone once told me the angels descend on the earth at dawn...true or not, there is pristine quality to that time of the day...and I felt so pure...so clean...so fresh...
The wind swept across the tree outside...my old friend, before connecting with my fingers. A little tingling, like as if a message had been sent which I'd long forgotten to decode...these years of evolution have taken that gift away from me...and I stood helpless for a while...just gazing...a patient wait...a blank mind...a calm...
...And I was reminded of the Alchemist...one of the few times when I've been in agreement with Paulo Coelho...when your heart desires something with all the passion you know...the whole universe conspires to make it happen for you!... I gazed lazily over my universe, wondering what it was that they were conspiring...and then it was back to the way I live life...in my own little universe...away from reality!!!
I've been busy trying to catch the right moment when night turns to day...no, I'm not having sleepless nights, far from it...but I'm sick of drawing the curtains to realize its morning...I want to know what its like to feel the first sun beam on my skin...this morning that moment arrived, but the sun lay snuggled behind its puffy blanket of clouds and refused to meet me. What a tease...while I with my sleep deprived puffy eyes kept chomping on omlette and looking...out on my balcony...I promise I saw the grass and leaves dance with the new morning breeze...someone once told me the angels descend on the earth at dawn...true or not, there is pristine quality to that time of the day...and I felt so pure...so clean...so fresh...
The wind swept across the tree outside...my old friend, before connecting with my fingers. A little tingling, like as if a message had been sent which I'd long forgotten to decode...these years of evolution have taken that gift away from me...and I stood helpless for a while...just gazing...a patient wait...a blank mind...a calm...
...And I was reminded of the Alchemist...one of the few times when I've been in agreement with Paulo Coelho...when your heart desires something with all the passion you know...the whole universe conspires to make it happen for you!... I gazed lazily over my universe, wondering what it was that they were conspiring...and then it was back to the way I live life...in my own little universe...away from reality!!!
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A little tingling, like as if a message had been sent which I'd long forgotten to decode
Isn't that a painful realization? When it suddenly strikes you that you can't commune with that most beautiful of all things - nature? I'll kind of be a living dead if I lose that touch.
one of the few times when I've been in agreement with Paulo Coelho
You don't enjoy Coelho, is it? I liked the Alchemist and Veronika Decides to Die but Pilgrimage had too much of a religious undertone.
Cheers :)
I have read. I have re-read. And then I read again. I have reserved my 'real' comments for later.
But I will say this - I am impressed with your diction and command of the English language but... (sigh) never mind.
real comments...as opposed to unreal/politically correct/just being nice???
Yes Pourri. REAL - as opposed to just being nice.
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