Ok..before u proceed further...this composition was a forward i got a few days back. I've modified it a lot with my own mokka views thrown all around. Check it out.
Ethukum oru pillow pakkathula vacihkunga :)
Its 8:15 a.m. and I stand here in the bus stop waiting for the office
bus to arrive. I stand here in the same manner as I did a few years
back waiting for bus to my college..before that to my school.. Little did I know then that things would change so much in so few a year.. the sky under which I am standing seems to be looking at me and smiling .. It is perhaps the only thing
that has acted as a witness .. watching the transformation.
I've no complaints for the change though. It is destiny, or may be you could call it life. Yes. Life. Oru matter puria matenguthu. Ethanayo pera daily basisla meet pannalum thanimaiyagavay irukum sila nodigal. Kootathil Thanimai. Thanimaiyil kootam koodi nerisal undakkum ninaivugal. Yes. Ninaivugal. Minda defragmentation panna evlo nalla irukum. Venumgara ninaivugala save panikitu vendathatha delete panni thoor vara kudiya vazhi iruntha vaazhkkai vera mathiri irukum. Itho bus vanthirichi.
After picking my usual corner seat..i check out the crowd standing out in the humid sun..waiting patiently for their bus of opportunity.I rarely notice the person sitting next to me, for its going to be yet another stranger or may be you could say another acquaintance. Sathama alarikituruntha Radio Citya thideernu off panitar driver. Irritating. Perusa isai piriyanlam ila. But inimay micha irukara journeya en ninaivugaloda payanikanumnu nenacha erichala iruku.
I can't help thinking about the short and physically tiring trips to college. Well.
It's a paradox to call a distance of 30 KMs "short", but that is how it always seemed. Therinja mugangal. Sogamna ennanu theriyatha pagal pozhuthugal. Artham puriyamal siritha jokugal. Yaennu theriyama poata sandaigal. pudikaamal paditha thervugal. Sruthi seramal paadia paatukkal. Arangeratha naatiyangal. Vivarika mudiyatha vasavugal. Somehow..it never felt like a journey. It was life in all its glory. Cut adikarathukaga 60 km up and down travel pannalum end of the day saathichitomngara nenapu..Ippo flight pudichi velinatuku poi verva sintha uzhaichalum vara matenguthu. Those pleasant memories of college are in itself good enough to save me from the misery of this bus journey.
Office vanthachu. Poliyaana oru acknowledgement to all the known strangers that I see as I approach my cubicle. A few of my colleagues greet me with their morning wishes and as always, i mumble back. Discussions jump to the weekend plans and I wonder what I'd do over the weekend. It would be just another day staring at the mobile, wishing it would ring and bring back some wonderful moments that are now missing in life or maybe the safer option would be to come to office, for it's my new founded asylum these days.
Sila varusham munnadi somehow I was always busy. Weekendo weekdayo..never made any difference. Kaalam urundodiyathunu booksla padichirupom. Athu nejamavay odra mathiri irukum. Ana ipolam stroke vantha patienta nagara marukuthu. Oru stageku aprum..vazhkaiyil ninaivu matum thaan kuda varuthu. Nanbargal pagaivargal paathavanga pazhagiyavanga ellarum verum ninaivu bimbangala thaan theiryaranga. Pudu nabargal pudu nanbargalanalum thaamarai mel thanneraai thaan thonrugirathu. I do meet people who r so good that I could tell them anything and everything, but
I dont find a person to whom i needn't say things ... friends who just know me.
Rarely i get to talk to some of my old mates over fone. There is always an uneasy pause. Its either due to paucity of words or time but never due to the relationship.
As I sip coffee from the coffee mug, which incidentally cleans itself everytime i pour coffee in it and has a permanent brown stain, watching the cars coming out of the basement, like ants in search of sugar. I tell myself. Maybe this time will also change and the good days will be back. The darkest nights prepare us for the brightest of mornings.
Change is the way of life. And there is no other way but for it. Maybe somewhere deep down even the near and dear ones i miss are also waiting for such a time.
And I keep on waiting....