FOUR

My blog's more than 4 years old and I'm more than 4 days late in wishing it. Sigh! Sad excuse for a post but Happy Birthday Blog! :)

If Poster Boy was not a manager...

I was a dejected little kid who people would mock. They’d call me Rudolph. I didn’t even have a red nose. I had this beautifully crafted elegant nose, a tad longer than Cinderella’s and a tad shorter that Pinocchio’s. I also had a very fashionable green tie. My grandpa’s friend’s live in girlfriend had gifted it to him. I would delve into the depths of my endless wisdom to find an explanation for my befuddling unpopularity. Eureka! The bulb clicked, the divine light fell, and Nirvana was attained. I joined Salsa classes. I was a failure no more! I became a Rock Star. I got a hilltop house and fifteen cars. I made Square-pants passé. And most importantly, I played Cullen to my Damsel in distress. Joy to the world!

Malgudi

Happy and content
Smiling, silent
She gazes on
The fields wilt away
The flowers gently sway
Twilight ushers dawn
Of new hope
New life
The breeze is restless
As are the children
Her heart is full
Rooted in the past
Nostalgic, remembering
Memories fade fast
Love is selfless
Senseless
Worth it in the end
Twilight ushers dawn
Of new hope
New life
She gazes on

Dah-rum-pal-sof-chung

Nostalgia is such a haunting and beautiful word. It can stir up emotions you didn’t know existed and make the most commonplace things sublime. A walk on the road, silly banter with friends, two cups of coffee, a surreptitious call at 4 in the morning… the weather – anything the mind has seen or experienced, even things it might have hated eons ago.
But the human tendency to embrace the familiar comes into its fullest force when fate threatens to seize all one has learnt to love, it dares one to take that final terrifying leap into unchartered territory.
It’s not fitting for someone like me to muse about things that I technically shouldn’t be concerned with, at least not for another year. That’s exactly why it concerns me though. Having gone through some absolutely brilli-aunt and heart tugging posts, I cannot but confront this question – will I feel the same a year hence? Or even remotely close? Sadly, I already know my answer. I won’t.

Yes, I’ll miss my friends, but then again, I always know that the best ones will stay with me. I wonder now whether these garbled ruminations are a product of my overworked, sleep deprived brain, trying vainly to procure some semblance of sense at six in the morning. Whatever be the case, the feelings tugging at the corner of my brain aren’t happy ones. Life’s weird… and my blog’s updated. Toodles. :)

The Ode

Nitwit Blubber Oddment Tweak
Make this stupid fat rat squeak
Tired of all blues and yellows
Potty Weasel riding fat buffaloes
Cedric got reincarnated
A vampire saga was created
Dumby's pet's a bumblebee
Fred, where art thou, missing thee
Severus was Good Guy all along
Everybody sing this song
Never trust a nostrils freak
A requirement's door doesn't creak
Luna's gone loony Neville's prof
Hermione's no more Ms. Show Off
Ginny + Deathly Hallows, eh?
Gimme Draco Granger anyday
Rubeus Minerva Gryffindor
Hogwarts Twins Horcruxes War
Will miss 'em all, this part o' me
Thus ends my jabberwocky.