IIT-JEE and its aftermath-I

After sleepless nights and countless mugs of coffee,finally you are said to have attained salvation in the form of a rank in IIT-JEE.Its like a seal that at 1st decides ur college n stream.....n then,with passage of time,ur fate.It is like an unwanted(my personal opinion)luggage u have to carry all your life.

However,the moment of salvation is cherished with its due grandeur and emotions express themselves on their own.Sometimes it is a punch in the air,or a middle finger to all our detractors.Its your moment to act like a hero.U r considered one of the elite 2%!!!And it obviously is a surprise,coz u hardly ever knew u were so intelligent!!!The aftermath of this triumphant success-teary moms & aunts & of course bragging uncles whose manly pats on your back leave u numb 4 some time s of course irritated.The irritation reaches its peak when relatives & neighbors swear that they always knew u were a genius.What makes things worse is that u have to smile through all of this.Deep down inside,anger breeds like venom,coz u are the only witness of those ghastly nights,those moments wen u were on the edge,u felt u would not make it and the stakes were so high that they scared the shit out of u.I do not say that all of them are hypocrites,but when you are forcing that winning smile on your face and posing for another photograph,you know for sure that this battle changed you,once and forever.You are noth the same person you were 2-3 years ago.This may just have been the first crack which can lead into a crumble.However,you dint get time to think much.Coz waiting 4 you is counseling,another pain in the ass.

A LAZY EVENING.........AND SOME MEMORIES.....

The morning's mist hardly forecasts the day's gloom,which is lost in some mystical maze of memories;too shy to confess,yet too coward to confiscate speculative thoughts.As the mobile phone vibrates in humiliation,seeking some attention,life melancholates at losing chastity and significance all at once.Passing by the highway of restless mind,anger fantasizes shredding the pebbles that hindered pace.Though plausible and ridden with paucity,the raped consciousness still wills to fight out all the childish fears,that had somehow overshadowed pauper childhood and stretched to adolescence in the dawn that projected Sun as just a fire-ball.

Still,the shadow replicates the body and claims existence even in the dark.Still windmills run on the whim of the breeze and life,on the whim of universal disdain.And the soul wanders along in jaded jauntiness,boasting of the smoke when the flame is gone.