This is my World

I'm dabbling in the black, Like a drowned red cherry, Deaf and dumb and blind, And yet nothing to worry! I'm crawling on the floor, Babbling ceaselessly and One time I cry to mommy, "I waant dhe elloo candee". I'm inching to the school, Holding dad's broad hands, With white and grey shades, Come friends and funky grades! I'm soaring to the blue skies, Diving down the lush valleys, At the first kiss of adolescence, I dream of dames and damsels! I'm walking on my twos, Past the girl in pink saree, She's of sweet disposition, And soon, we get married! I'm prancing about proudly, With her cradled in my arms, In a green garden of my own, Love and duty to be shown! I'm ambling down the alley, Looking at posters of my baby, Turning orange and purple, It's time for her espousal! I'm running down memory lane, To fetch foregone hazy scenes, And make a chatoyant movie, Dazzled eye used to be groovy! I...

I don't remember much about college. I was loner back then and I did not make many friends. Not even enemies. I was this guy who was a part of no group, sometimes by volition and sometimes by omission. So I have no fond memories to even think about let alone share. Or is there one? Yes, there is. There is one distinct memory that I always carry around with me. Like the arm that is hinged to my shoulder, this memory is glued to my brain and it keeps me alert except when I am having one of my brain-fags, which I do have more often than not. (Note: Right now, as I am writing this, I am not having one. Believe me.) It was my third-year summer holidays. The sixth semester exams were in the past and the class was in the brink of campus placements. Two months, that's what we got to get ourselves ready. That's the time we had to transform ourselves from being a mark-craving-teacher-hating-holiday-loving college student-pretense to a grade-craving-boss-hating-holiday-loving professi...