It was a difficult day.
I always had friends to see me through such days. Isolation was for others, it really never existed in my dictionary.
But to know that all your friends are fast asleep in another country, where the sun had not yet deemed necessary to rise, made it an even more a difficult day.
So having no choice left, i decided to take a walk to clear my mind. I have heard and read that a good walk did wonders to brighten you up (though my head never understood this idea). Needless to say, i just got more muddled by the walk. (to see all the other folks chatting away to their friends and relatives, only made me sulk even more!)
Finally, I came upon a bench along the banks of a river. (Again I am not a nature person. The max that I can sit on a bench and stare into nothingness is like about 5 minutes).
But somehow, something nudged me into narrating all the day's incidents (yes to nobody, to nothing). I just blurted out every single frustration in my head.
A huge wind blew at about the same time that I finished my tantrum. I felt light.I felt good.
I had ranted all my troubles into the air and the wind had blown them far far away from me, leaving me light and happy......
Relocating to a new place is always scary. Especially when you are crossing oceans.You are basically in a new world, with new cultures, with new people, with different beliefs, with new perspectives to life and work. Not to mention the new stares (Now I know how animals in a zoo feel like. I don't think I will ever visit a zoo again in my life). The occasional relief when you see someone from your own habitat.
Its just a matter of days. Human beings are wonderful creatures. Soon the new place becomes the new habitat.
Now that I am here, I am all set to bore the world.(if I don't expire of boredom first)
Here is a poem which I wrote way back in 1999 (I think). I am coloring it red cos it was written in red ink on a torn page of a dairy dated June 27th.
Dead And Gone Standing in the midst of fog and mist, I call out to my friends, The years we enjoyed together as sists, are gonna meet their ends. Since it is time to go far far away, to seek where our fortunes lay, The days we have enjoyed together have now become memories, All nothing but stored treasuries, As days pass by they rust and rust, and decaying becomes a must, That is all there is in friendships, nothing but a mere service of lips, All green and fresh when it is born, As days pass everything dead and gone!
I cant recall why I ended up writing this or what made me write it.
But recently when I got my hands on it, all I could think of was "Wow, I dint know I had it in me to be a poet! :-D"
OK.. frankly I really don't know what I am doing here...
I once read in a blogspot on "What makes bloggers blog?"
Quoting from iamnotinukraine.blogspot.com
Are most of the bloggers loners in some way? Is it that they imagine they have an unknown friend out there who can shoulder and support their thoughts? Or is it that they plan not to let out their thoughts and instead convert them into masterpieces? Or is it that even after all the catharsis, they still have a few of those bitter thoughts on their mind and would want to release them by blogging.
Well, I don't fit it into any of those categories. Neither do I expect an unknown friend (I doubt if anybody will even chance upon this blog ) nor do I have any thoughts that is even worth sharing let alone create a masterpiece!! I am not even a great writer (I am a voracious reader though!)