The last two days at home… hmmm… hardly felt the time go by… it was a hell lot of travel these 2.5 months… waiting for what the next semester has in store apart fromt he zillions of tests and quizzes…
i walk along the graveled path, the trees swaying to the gentle breeze, the birds chirping as they are tickled by the breeze, the puddle developing ripples which oscillate in harmony with the chirping, the flowers blooming, welcoming the mild shower, the sunlight diminishing behind the surrounding mountains as little bulbs start popping up to create dark shallow shadows on the stone walls still growing darker as the clock slowly ticks by, the moon still managing only a small peep… i step near the door waiting for a familiar figure… waiting for you, hearing a bark somewhere, a call from behind, i turn around and there is no one… i get inside, i look around, still you are not there… you left me, and so did you leave all your memories… This house will always remind me of you of the times we had.. playing all around… i miss you and i know so does this whole place…
-Peace Bruno-
oh.. so i finally drank tea for probably the first time!!!! (if you just don’t count the 1-2 times when i had a sip either by mistake or just had it and threw it up). Happened at a very famous tea place in Kolkata called Russel’s tonight at around 11 when i was out for a drive with my relative. Couldn’t resist that drink in the so called ‘khullars’ and thus i drank a khullar and hell loved it… so its official now… people, i have started drinking tea… no more a Tea Virgin 
I gaze through the window pane,
at the sight of the relieving rain,
as the trees sway; their thirst being quenched,
and the birds flutter their feathers having been drenched,
the subtle sun winks from behind the cloud,
its heat far less than when it was so proud…
A metro till Rabindra Sadan and as I emerged from the station, a light shower welcoming me… what could be a better day? A short walk took me to the entrance of St. Paul’s Cathedral which was once the head church for India, Pakistan, Burma and Ceylon, standing all majestic, high in the holy spirits…
After a night out spent in watching F.R.I.E.N.D.S., reading stuff and in chatting, i set out at 5 AM outside the apartment in search of a cab. The early ray just gave a faint vision to notice a yellow rooftop of one of the Kolkata Taxis a bit outside the gate. “Ahh, lucky me..”, i thought finding a cab so close at this strange time. So i set off to see about what i read so much in the stupid history books back in school. Reaching there the cab took me all round the perimeter of the gardens to where the ticket counter was. Stepping outside, i saw it from a distance in utter awe. There it stood, the great Victoria Memorial shining its white marble off with all the pride it had earned during the years.Waiting for the ticket counter to open was pretty hard as the entrance was beckoning me to come and see the monument. And in no time, i was in
the magnificent gardens which stretch like a speckless green carpet all around Victoria. As i approached it, i felt a sense of hypnotism creeping in. With my eyes glued on it, i just didn’t know what else to do. It was as white as lamb’s fleece, carved with utmost perfection and maintained with utmost care and pride. The larger dome radiating a power which unknowingly was felt by all the morning joggers present there. I walked all along the paths which were lined with flowers all around and which merged into he greenery behind them. The cool breeze gently proved its presence. It was peaceful. For about an hour i just sat on the stairs infront of it just gazing at the marvel. The white colour amidst what felt like all the greenery in the world really induced the utmost levels of peace. Flushed away all the mess which had accumulated in my mind over the last few days… it was an amazing morning…one of the best early mornings ever… 
Planning to visit St. Paul’s Cathedral sometime tomorrow
When i am walking through the crowd, on my way to the rail/metro station, which seems to be rushing in all possible coordinates, seeing the expressions on the faces of people makes me think whether they portray their true feelings. Its not actually so. People tend to put on fake expressions to hide their true feelings, afraid what the society might think if they release their true feelings. Man has lost trust toward fellow men. And what has become of us is this. However bad a person might be feeling, he’ll greet others with a fake smile. Is it needed? Can’t he share what he really feels. Similarly, what one says does not necessary mean what one feels. For example, when you go to someone’s house and they greet you by saying, “Good that you came” they might actually mean “Why did you have to come today?” Saying “Good bye and do come again” might not necessarily carry the meaning of the phrase. It might actually mean “Good riddance to you.” A laugh that people give with what you tell them might actually be symbolic of the bare fangs of a snake. By laughing with you and showing their teeth they might actually mean please stop this non sense or else we’re gonna sting… Man has become the biggest hypocrite against himself. A person who shows his true feelings everywhere is considered a stupid. Easy to call one by that name rather than calling another a hyprocrite, rite? But has all this hypocrisy led to a better society. I bet NOT. The greetings of others have lost the warmth that should be associated with them. People have lost faith in mankind on the whole. The sole essence of expressions has been totally lost because what one seems on the outside is not necessarily what one is inside…
So to move on in today’s world, even I put on a fake smile and claw my way through this masquerading crowd. Hiding what i feel about others, the hatred which i bear, the love which I carry, the music in my head, the rhythm in my soul and yet the ache in my heart… Whats the use showing it to a crowd inspired by fake feelings anyways?
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