Part II - TIME...
TIME (Disclaimer : This is a piece of fiction and any resemblance to any person living or dead in this post is purely a coincidence). Writer's Verdict: Had to add this disclaimer when the speculations from some expert i-landers predicted that the fictional post was closer to someone's life. This actually is picked from what I have seen happening to some of my close friends who belong to the seen-it-all-done-it-all circuit and are taking the plunge under various trying circumstances which apparently pushes them to take the "most dreaded decision" of their life. This is an attempt to delve into the mind of 25+ year old and take a peek at the emotional turmoil, societal maverick comments and mind -boggling, sickening peer pressure which can at times push one's psyche up all the wall. Some moments make you wither and whimper, some make you stand tall, some make you hide your face in a pillow whereas how much ever painful they are, they always make a better person out of a disillusioned soul. After all, we are at the mercy of these many sweet-bitter moments which make our lives more meaningful. It’s a matter of TIME after all!An ode from my end to the youth population! "I have decided to tie the knot" said Shee with a very feeble voice. "Okay!" Chinnu batted her eyelid couple of times and there was a long silence for the first time between two best friends. This time silence was more beautiful than hundreds of spoken words. Chinnu looked at Shee and gave her a hug which she very much required for that moment. Both of them did not exchange a word, promptly finished their grub and headed to the nearest Infant Jesus church at Koramangala. Both bought candles, lit them with lot of prayers and best wishes for their near and dear ones. Prayed hard with all the strength and purity within their soul. Would life take a turn with blessings from Our Lady? Nobody knew. Chinnu and Shee took some offerings from the holy water and attended the evening mass which was going on. It was a Tamil mass, both fo them did not understand a word of what was being said. After some time, they walked past the vast playground outside the church and finally perched themselves on the seats bordering the massive playground. "Tell me Shee. Silence can sometimes kill people. Pls speak your mind!" demanded Chinnu "Well! You see Chinnu. I have reached a point in life wherein I can't see my folks asking me the same question over and over again. Moreover the aversion from my end has spelled disaster at home. Dad apparently has sleepless nights ever since he has known that I hate Marriage as an institution. Mom accuses me of not getting being ready for it and has only one semingly visible objective in life for me now - MARRIAGE. She has told me that I should consider Dad's recurring ill health and atleast have an open mind towards it. You know how it is when it comes to our Ma's and Pa's! We just say "yes" to something for which we always had a "no"!! That's what I am doing. I want your support as a friend to understand why I am doing all this. Honestly, want your prayers so that my decision culminates into a beautiful relation and a far more understanding person, my better half!" "Ok" said Chinnu with a dragging tone "I am with you dear! Just want you to have a strong heart and a more stronger mind" Chinnu looked at Shee this time with moist eyes and a hency heart. Chinnu always had a philosophical-cum-psycholog theory and explanation for every relation, moment, truth of life. This time around she bestowed upon her best friend the philosophy of TIME. "Shee, keep in mind one thing. TIME never remains the same. What goes up, comes down. What is painful today becomes a cause of pleasure tomorrow. After 10 years we would still come to Infant Jesus to burn candles, walk the lonely and introspective mile on the playground and laugh our hearts out. For now, it’s a tough TIME. Believe me, TIME alone is the best healer" said Chinnu. They walked past the playground. The barren playground was now covered with yellow leaves strewn around. They were lazily floating down from the the tall, grand looking pink blossom tree. (To be continued...)
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