Last days and a lonely ride 1

P.S: Quotes unquoted...

Day 1:  May 27th 2012.

MiB or MI? When Men-In-Black seemed like Mission Impossible.

When I thought I'll set right a li'l big mess with MIB-3, and make an exit from Manipal (and from among them...) for the time-being.

~0730 Hrs : A walk down to Udupi and from there, towards Malpe for no reason.

~1130 Hrs : Walk back from Malpe unable to enjoy myself. It was here that I'd decided. The li'l big mess ought to be set right. Phone rings...

'Hello!'

'Hi, free?'

'errmm, we're not in town right now... ad-hoc plans.' (and I learn that the plans are MIB-3...)

'Oh! fine. Enjoy.'

~1630 Hrs : Back to Udupi to blow up ten grands, and nobody knows why or what it was. The loneliness and the "good-bad" argument in my head have driven me insane. A moment's decision was all it was... maybe it was a thought of dying out of exhaustion on the way that made me do it...

~1730 Hrs : Still not all right, and my plans to leave early next morning are seeming to vanish into thin air. Phone rings again...

'Dude, what time do you think you'll be back?'

'Not sure., but surely not before 9.'

Damn! shouts my head, and another split moment decision... plans of leaving postponed by another day. And in the meanwhile, a few pending jobs *though unimportant, could be completed.

~2030, I get an SMS... 'Hey, won't have to stay here anymore and again.'

~2130 : 'Hey, just got down at TC. catch up after a few min for dinner..." and I message back saying "okay...'

finally, about an hour later, I just get enough time to meet up and say 'Congrats, and hope you had good fun. Thought I'll be leaving tomorrow morning. Your treat shall be pending. Hope to see ya again...'

'Yeah. How about treat at KC? Breakfast on me.'

'Maybe... okay.'

The conscious lie about leaving next day morning isn't leaving me comfortable. So I SMS again 'I'll be staying back the next day for some last minute work. Treat need not be at breakfast... take your time at waking up... need not wake up all so early to bid farewell...'

'Okies...' I get a reply, and that was the last one.

Day 2... next time...

Before I came to college, I wish I had known...

That I could change so much and barely realize it.

That you can love a lot of people in a lot of different ways.

That college kids throw chalk and airplanes too.

That if someone wears polyester he was bound to answer "why you're so dressed up?"

That almost every clock on campus shows a different time.

That if you were smart in high school--so what?(really!)

That one can know everything and fail a test.
That one can know nothing and ace a test.

That I could get used to almost anything I found.

That home is a great place to visit.

That education was meant to be outside of classes.

That friendship is more than getting drunk together.

That breakfast served until 9:30 every morning is gone by 9:20.

That Sunday is a figment of the world's imagination.

That when someone wants to 'borrow' something, they mean that they want to keep it forever.

That it's possible to be alone even when you are surrounded by friends.

That friends are what makes this place worthwhile!!

a never-ending wait...

I want to go back, stop it from happening,

the truth... it's past and nothing can be done.

first--sarcasm fills the air
striking remarks then follow.
small grins, dubious eyebrows,
oh--let the arguments begin!
time passes by...
only acquiring the habit we've begun.
though the longer the mockery is,
the harder it is to reveal each other's identity.
...ironically--my only desire is to show you me.
unfortunately, there's just too many sarcasm,
and barely little of the real us...
I asked if we could change it,
you said "yes--we can."
deciding that nature will take its place
we set aside our worries and proceed with life.

while in our minds, there is,

I feel, still a boundary keeping us apart.
will our friendship ever be like it once was?

...in my mind, every morning, noon and night,

I hope to be among you, once again...

I pray that we stay forever friends...

I wish we laugh together, like we once did.

I'll wait till the end riding on my hope,

for hope is a good thing and it never dies they say.