Dude, it's over. Welcome back!

What a terrible moment it was! She called and said that my joining is getting preponed. Come on! this can't be real, she can't be serious... its a multinational company. How can they demotivate an employee even before he has joined. I was just out of mind and thought of shouting at her. But then, someone inside me whispered in my ears "Dude, It's over. Welcome back!" The honeymoon is over now, be geared up for the heat of life. "How can it be so soon? I have just learnt to fly, I have just seen the bright colours of my feathers and you are saying it's over." I replied.

It is difficult to accept this fact that the day has approached and finally we will back in the arena to fight for our share of life. Slightly emotional, slightly taken off by the friendship, we all are departing. How difficult it is to teach the smartest MBAs that this is just temporary and is a transition not the end? When it comes to 'dil ki baatein', we all are same irrespective of our education and skills, don't we? I am watching people holding their tears. They smile, pat each other's back and try to feel the warmth of those arms which they held during these years. Life comes to a full circle. People are remembering their first day when they arrived here and how they have developed a special friendship with each other. Each one of us is like a wall and stone. As a stone we throw ourselves on others and as a wall we bounce it back bearing all the pain. And this realization happens only when the end comes near. Then only we recognize the importance of these walls in our lives.

So, when I look back what do I see? Definitely, the two best years of my life... when I was young, energetic, brimming with confidence and wild in my attitude. Thanks to all, for holding this sea, making it learn the art of being silent even in the moment of turbulent waves. I have learnt from each one of you and there is a bit of everybody in me. At one moment I am like you, at other moment I am like another friend. You all have shaped me, with your gentle touch of friendship, togetherness and amity. How can I depart from you? I will carry the best colour of yours along with me. I can never be different from you.

Though its over, though its an end - its an another beginning where I will live like you, I will act like you. I may not say it to others, I may not even realize it to myself but, when I will sit back and reflect, you will be remembered, you will be with me.

So, beware the world... I am coming but, not alone with many others.

and he cried

He was tensed, perplexed as if he was standing in the midst of crowd still lost. He knew it was his only chance, time was ticking, passing by his side yet, he couldn't realize it. Since a few days he was once again caught into the same web of 'Irony of being vocal.' He knew he couldn't open his lips otherwise all hells would break lose. But, he could not keep it either to himself. It was a sudden burst of emotions which have brought him to this situation. He came back to his house and lied down on bed. He hadn't felt this tiredness in recent years. He tried to sleep so that he could get rid of it. For a moment he was even fall asleep but, suddenly he jumped of his bed fearing a monster strangulating his throat. He glanced at the streets through the window, no body was there. It was so silent, so peaceful. But inside him there was a storm, waiting to come out.

For a moment he saw the ceiling fan in his room and thought of making the best use of it, to hang himself. Death was less painful to him than saying it. But, the next moment he thought that death would have been peaceful only if it would have happened once. Here he was dying everyday, slowly - slowly. This death would not comfort him. He sat on his bed with folded legs and put his head on it. Something was there inside him and it wanted to come out - with a force. He knew he could not hold it.

He put his hands on his head and cried loudly. It was so loud that people on streets would have heard it. But, to his astonishment he could not hear it. He kept on crying. If he would cried like this, he would have deserted the whole neighborhood. After a while, he was feeling light as if a load has been taken off from his shoulder. Whatever he wanted to say was still unspoken but, now he had spoken it although, in a different language. Others would not have understood it but, he had already told what he wanted to say.