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| Those Sweet Days.... |
| Its been quite some time since I left my home - South India... in search of a new future, new adventures towards North India. Maybe I will go still distant, abroad, in search of better opportunities, in the near future. Though I have been in touch with the events back home, there is this emerging distance between me and my memories. |
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| A nostalgic intervention of an old pile of thoughts, old familiar faces, old love, old haunts Gosh... the sweet memories of a lifetime of adventure. When I go back home, I am not sure if all my favorite haunts will still be there, with times men and their motives change, so, it is in these treasured memories that I see what I like the most |
| I remember my early days at school. There has been fear, anger, sorrow, and bountiful joy... the days when I refused to accept anything but good Grades... days of hardwork.. blissful ignorance and a sprited walk towards adolescence and manhood. There was much fun and laughter... days of soaring passion... all filled with an ambitious will to make something out of what I am endowed with.Certain things were important to me then...but then with times, our Priorities change... |
| Almost always imbibed in me was this thought that every hardship on the way is an investment to my future... The small school and the big lessons that I learnt there... are by my side to this day... the graceful memoirs of the relationship between the teacher and the taught... I am not able to recollect the faces of many of my mates today, but the sweet memories are still afresh.... |
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| Talk of Love... Whatever men prefer to call it and however they Interpret it, to me ...it was my main motivation to succeed. The girls in my Life...they were my main motivators... to choose and to be chosen... ambitious confrontations, where the object of confrontation always was to succeed... the fragrance of those memories still linger. Many times, I missed because of not Asking. Still they live in heart, and motivate... |
| We are all in Love throughout our Lifetime. Only the Object of Love changes, to some... it is money... to some it is Women... to some it is fame and Glory...with age the Object changes, but the love remains. One has to be a God, to tell us what are the real Success and Failures in this Life.... No matter what the Present and the Future hold for me..., enshrined in my heart are those imaginary homelands... and the old familiar faces.. |
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