That hilly garrison town
Blowing trees and canopied shadows
Evenings are purple
And the guys are swell,
Mundane are their voices
And the hills echoing their mutterings
All and sundries of verbal relief
Solidarity and loud communion
Camaraderie, solidified.
That hilly garrison town
Never escapes these voices
Of the purple evenings,
As each town has its secrets
And the secrets breathes in Addas.
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Epitaph to adda, the poem…
It will be so very clichéd to write about some instances while we were in college at that time. Personally I do not think my experiences are of that depth that anybody will be interested to know, and on the other hand, may be I do not have much thing to say. School was great, I can think of so many instances that I would like to revisit, relive. Friends who will be reading this will remember all the events that we have planned, or voluntarily happened following some cosmic pattern of events. Instances like bunking school periods and getting reprimanded.
That was the time of coming of age. Wisdom, like a small dot on the horizon, was lighting up in our life. We were inundated with all the decisions that will shape our life, so called social construct, we were living that time – filled with opportunities, the big new world was awaiting for us.
The class eleven/twelve was the new world. We took pride in the vibes we were radiating. Parents became a little less restricted, as we are in COLLEGE then. We had a little puffed up chests, the reluctant beards/moustaches, and dreams of doing all we accumulated in mind in schooldays. The age of the great decisions, science/arts/commerce, depending on what are your interests, or if you performed badly in school leaving exam, you already are following a pattern – Arts, but of course.
Those two years was so much in a grey zone. Eleven and Twelve. We were about to follow something great, we are in the gate of manifestation, we are pressured with the inevitable, that we have control then, to work on. People studied and worked hard, for the mammoth 12th exam. We were carrying the guilt and responsibility of the whole social construct of that moment. We were told that either we make or break it. That was very mental, and physically, we were in a daze of oncoming youth. We tried to taste our sins, all of it, some under the watchful eyes of moral police, some hiding from them. Some did not do anything- I think, and I do not know much.
We are looking back now. Where we stand here, is it the direct outcome of all the decisions! Now I try to imagine the difficulty an 18 year old would have in taking decisions, we were so susceptible for external influences, may be from the popular contemporary culture or from some random crazy ideas, attention span was so low and underdeveloped…
Now, we are kind of doing what we wish to do in life, or what we cherished, aspired to do. We follow patterns now, as we understand the significance of what we do and the greater cosmic-precedents.
Hmmm, on a solemn and a very serious note, I wish to confess that the repeated rejection of my amoral advances towards the womankind at that time, made me mildly misogynist in life.
