The Tihar Chronicles

Normally I do not dabble with the perilous genre of college romance letting this cash cow graze lazily in the meadows of  Grapevine and  Rupa Publications where they are milked to the hilt by anyone and everyone who wants to become an overnight famed author(ANY DEGREE from a REPUTED institute and above average looks would not hurt your chances).

I, being devoid of both, have been content writing about the other trivial pursuits of life.But a moment comes,which comes,but comes rarely in life(Now please don't Come to/on me !! ;) :p) when the leashed lovelorn heart longs for freedom.Freedom from the shackles of past.Freedom from the pain of those evergreen wounds which were brazenly inflicted in the battle of love.A battle in which you were bruised,battered and betrayed, but still wanted to loose, to win the war.A yearning to start everything afresh,an inclination to give things a second chance. I quench this longing by letting my nimble fingers play with QWERTY expelling the catharsis, assuming this blather would make sense to someone,somewhere reading this post.

In today's street smart,dogs eat dogs world it is equally likely to find emotional fools who are adamant about their notion of love.Those simpletons who still believe Love has the power to cleanse the most malignant of hearts.The dichotomy is indeed tantalizing ;) .

What would you do if you knew the sudden affection being bestowed upon you by someone whom you passionately admired ,ready to take on the world without a second thought if they wanted,is not because they had a sudden change of heart but because they want to bleed you again for some worldly interest ?

I would play on .Ready to tread those roads again which had more thorns than rose petals.Ready to be fooled and exploited just to live those few precious moments where time and space ceases to exist,where words become redundant,where one feels nearest to God.Call it an avid Bollywood fans fantasy or an incorrigible lovers outburst .It doesn't matter.

This heart finds solace, hoping against all hopes, that its unadulterated adoration might induce some true feelings for him in its better half. Also there is a bleak chance,it might be real this time and love is all about playing against odds.

I don't know whether Coelho was right or not when he said When you want something,all the universe conspires in helping you achieve it.But in my case his proposition seems to have failed miserably.The Universe has remained a passive apathetic bystander intimidating me with its vastness ,jeering me, forcing me to doubt the magnanimity and selflessness of my so called unconditional love.Perhaps it might not be unconditional after all.

Perhaps life was never meant to be perfect.Perhaps the Universe wants us to cling on to those precious moments,making them too few and too far in between.Perhaps the fault may have been in me,perhaps things were meant to be, the way they are.Perhaps these walls of Tihar Jail have made me crazy.But now, it doesn't even matter. 

PS: This DOES NOT reflect my present state of mind.Please DO NOT extrapolate to real life persons. It would be a futile exercise.

Happy Reading :D ,

Dhanyawad  !!