"Congrats to Devesh for cracking Harvard."
I stared at Madhur's status line in my Gtalk window in disbelief. Disbelief because all through, despite my fighting spirit, I had somehow accepted that it's not the likes of me who go to Harvard. And yet he was just like me. I saw him maturing from a 17 year old carefree adolescent to a 21 year old, still carefree, engineer. All I remember about him is his ever smiling face. Nothing seemed to perturb him enough to take that smile away from him, be it a semester exam screw-up or seeing his batch mate dating this eye candy when all he did was hanging out in the civil lines with his SAE executive committee members, and I have reason to believe that he did have some trampled feelings for all those few candies of architecture around.
It was a delight and in a moment he changed my perspective. It was 27-Mar-08 and it was a renaissance, a new desire with a renewed faith in the possibilities that lie ahead when all that is needed is a will to venture into the unknown.
Once again, I promise myself to live by the standards I had set for myself when I was a very small child, a 11 year old who had just recovered from a prolonged terminal illness and was secretly setting out on his course to pay back his parents for all they had lost on his little, uncertain life.
It's human to grieve over the time lost but today I try to tell myself...
I stared at Madhur's status line in my Gtalk window in disbelief. Disbelief because all through, despite my fighting spirit, I had somehow accepted that it's not the likes of me who go to Harvard. And yet he was just like me. I saw him maturing from a 17 year old carefree adolescent to a 21 year old, still carefree, engineer. All I remember about him is his ever smiling face. Nothing seemed to perturb him enough to take that smile away from him, be it a semester exam screw-up or seeing his batch mate dating this eye candy when all he did was hanging out in the civil lines with his SAE executive committee members, and I have reason to believe that he did have some trampled feelings for all those few candies of architecture around.
It was a delight and in a moment he changed my perspective. It was 27-Mar-08 and it was a renaissance, a new desire with a renewed faith in the possibilities that lie ahead when all that is needed is a will to venture into the unknown.
Once again, I promise myself to live by the standards I had set for myself when I was a very small child, a 11 year old who had just recovered from a prolonged terminal illness and was secretly setting out on his course to pay back his parents for all they had lost on his little, uncertain life.
It's human to grieve over the time lost but today I try to tell myself...
Girte hain shehsawar hi maidan-e-jung mein
Woh tifra kya gire jo ghutno ke bal chale !
Woh tifra kya gire jo ghutno ke bal chale !
4 comments:
All the Best :)
BTW ..you look cool with short hair..this is not bad though
Thanks :)
I like some of my pics with long hair. This is one of those. :)
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