down to one last breath...

So finally, I have been stripped of my week long stardom and again, I and my pals stand on the grounds of equality, fraternity and liberty.

Ya…I do cherish this stardom during exams. After all, it’s my answerbook that serves the reference to all my buddies. If not in a bunch of 55, at least I am the loner who studies (read ‘who is good at studies’ ;)) in my group of 10.

With a weeklong buckling under pressure, I swagger out of the mist, triumphant.

And here I am, all set to pull the rusty strings again…

It’s an idyll afternoon…balmy…showing signs of a tough summer ahead (curse the sun or the guys with AC)…

With nothing to do, I am engaged in my tryst with paper planes…I keenly observe its fluttering flight under the fan as if trying to discover some new theory of streamlining of wings…

Lucidly, I am not…

I am trying to figure out how we succumb to death when faced by tough circumstances…

(‘When the circumstances are tough, even the tough goes to sleep’…it’s how my friend would quote it.)

I am still not over the overwhelming happiness that I derived yesterday when I last breathed.

Sounds odd??? (I know it’s too odd to be odd…)

If metabolism (‘basal’ to be precise…) isn’t the only rationale behind breathing, then I breathe only when I see her… (It ain’t fun breathing without her)

The happiness is no less than the one you relish when you are permitted one last breath before being suffocated to death.

I have sailed through the perfect dreams…but I have never seen anything that amazes me quite like she does…

It’s hysterical for me to think that I have only a few last breathes left as with every ticking second, I am coming of age and will soon be a departed soul.

If only I had her love…

But I understand that you can’t force anybody into love…it’s something that is won. (if only I knew how…)

For long, I have been beating around the bushes…

But today, I realize that soon enough, I will be down to one last breath and so for the first time, on an official note, I want to say what I have rewritten a million times in my head and it reads,

“I love you…

Every time I see you, my heart leaps as if trying to approach you…

I feel a strange affinity for you (sometimes I myself fail to understand…)

I go round, just to be around you…

I do not have any attestation to authenticate the fact of my being in true love with you…but believe me, it isn’t infatuation…

And if it is, then I must admit that the bond between me and my mom is nothing but infatuation.”

To close with, I have a few lines (from the soundtrack of ‘Awalk to remember’ by Switchfoot)


There’s always something in the way…

There’s always something getting through…

It’s not me, it’s you…it’s you…


P.S. – my mom wanted me to deviate from my cult ‘love’ and write on ‘SAVE TIGER’. I didn’t find any place for it to fit in so just to keep my promise, I will give it a mention.

‘Dear readers,

Statistics read that only 1442 tigers are left in our country. The king of jungle will soon be found ruling only in books if we don’t take adequate measures…

Please, pay heed to the hottest issue on the carts…

Do what experts suggest (I will read an article over this, mom…promise!) and SAVE TIGER.’

P.S. – ever thougth how difficult it is to survive without breathing for a whole week…

Special thanks- ADMIN (haye haye)…hope they improvise the rapt internet connectivity before I have to thank them again.