I am still clinging on the hope of getting back my metallic friend who was a solace.. a great solace I must say, amidst this wealth thirsty world... but people ask me not to dwell anymore on the thoughts cos I was never going to get back what I lost.. Its a never a cycle.. this thing called happiness.. but sorrows... its a perfect cycle.. it occurs at regular intervals.. and each time it is packed with more stings..
I wonder what kind of feeling this is.. I dint lose a person.. Its just a phone and I can always get another one or perhaps even a better one.. But this haunts.. and it has hung about me quite well in the past few days .. it seems like a creeper entangled on the soft fleshy pound gripping so well that I can never let go off it..and not that I am trying to let go.. I just dont want to..
is it because people have ceased to add those little value additions onto them?.. little note of worthiness to their life.. to their personality.. ?
And today I have realised that its been quite sometime that I too have ceased... ceased living amidst human beings... I was living in a world of inanimate objects... my vehicle.. my phone.. my computer.. and that man's inventions have outlived man's existence comes down as a great surprise to me.. the instances where I used to get up in the morning to see mom's face have been replaced by my yearning to seek the mobile phone, first thing in the morning as I wake up..
Alone? my playlist comes to my rescue.. bored? my computer offers me a world much more exciting than what living humans can give me.. tired of sitting at home.. my 125 cc rodeo screeches me through the city ...I float like foam in air..
When am I going to get real? When am I going to face the fact that I have to quit profoundity and get along with people who are different from me? Or much better when am I going to change? When will I seek comfort in people..? When will I stop thinking..?
Thursday, June 9, 2011
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