November 8, 2014
September 21, 2014
how long should you wait?
Should you wait at all?
Should you wait for even a day?
Would it not be better
If you were to just walk away?
Do you want to touch the waves of time ,
and then seek leave , will that be fine?
Aren't your eyes tired of staring into nothing?
Isn't the space limitless? Do you feel you can gauge the time?
Would you move when asked to ?
Do you want stand here at all?
Do you think you should wait?
Do you think you should wait at all?
September 12, 2010
I entered the University gate to the sounds of a Policeman announcing the potential danger awaiting those who may enter the campus unprepared and unaware of the intrinsic dangers associated with such places.
The security at the gate was massive. Except for harmless looking pedestrians every thing which entered the University had to go through an elaborate search procedure wherein the Cars had to expose their boot space and the Bikers their Faces to the naked eyes of the Security Men.
Me with my black College bag slinging sloppily from my shoulder was the last object they would pay attention to. Inconspicousness has been a striking trait residing in my behaviour ( only in dangerous situations) ever since I was a kid.
As I passed the heavily guarded gates I could see the vehicle owners waiting impatiently to prove their innocence even as the Cops were suspiciously hovering around the cars and giving full attention to the inmates .
The scene of the road which lay beyond me was quite interesting as well. Anti-Riot vehicles with MMG guns mounted on top were snailing the path and this fact hardly seemed unnatural to the people I happened to encounter on the road.
The road which cuts at a right angle brought into view an even more absorbing scene as I proceeded closer to my Departmental Building. One both the sides were the marquees of various political groups each attended to by a half a dozen Policemen.
A conscientious soul and careful gaze would have failed to spot a single reasonable soul sitting there. That doesn't mean there weren't any. It just means that no conscientious should have seen one.
Marching past the battalion like arrangements one felt a little self conscious . Each eye ball sitting inside the Cloth Tent was sizing you up as a potential voter . I saw one of the groups smiling condescending towards me as one of my classmates whispered something into their ears which enhanced my value in their eyes.
By the time I crossed the entire stretch I was feeling like a hapless consumer wading through the congested Consumer fair where people take upon themselves the solemn responsibility to make the lives of their fellow brethren a little less comfortable.
The entire journey from the gate to my department lasted but 7 minutes (including the 30 seconds I spent standing still and deliberating as to which side of the road should I walk on;I eventually decided to start with the right and and on the left and covered the last 30 metres walking alongside the road divider ).