......Schooldays, Folklore and me.

The few people, who visit my blog quite regularly, and a fewer number among them who know me in person, often complain that my write-ups flaunt my nepotism for estranging consummate pathos. Well, if it is so: It is so. I am not a sad person. But I am suspicious. Highly suspicious. I am probably not at ease with that "overwhelming happiness"; and on turning the coin what I find is far more different and difficult to comprehend than the prior Face Value. I pen it down in haste. It is hard to be borne at heart. Your opinion is genuine my friends; in defence I would say, every individual an alien and so are the patter of instances that embolden or cripple them- make them-!!!

This time it is schooldays; Olden times.

Another New Year and how co-incidental, rather calculative, of the deepest, most covetous of relationships to domineer and establish their novel perspectives. I am appalled at this miasma of the very doubted 'Providence'. Not that I was naive enough, not to have known the 'could be' probability of the 'Worst', but somehow travesty eclipsed that lil' bit of gumption. Considering myself as one among His' choicest- the hysterical sardonicism in "His' blessed" prohibits me to use the phrase- I expected conventions to go haywire. Silly me! Espionage dear, let me learn to put it in practice as I have understood it.

To my classmates; our pygmalion classes meant so much more. I grasp better now as a third person. How strange is that! I see, while being bent upon revealing pygmalion's most clandestine epidermis, we were into peeling off our own garbs. Unknowingly, as unperturbed as time, we continued to play roles, exchange them, add to their claim over human reactions, making the drama immortal as ever. I envy Shakespeare, I do. Had those lines ' All the World's a Stage' been under my quill and not his'. Given a chance, and a hint of 'lights on' I would have been obliged to put on the mask of the parlor maid. The stoicism of the character is unbelievable. Given another chance and yet another hint of 'cameras rolling' I could have played the Blackguard very well- A Moralist in Disguise. Do I place myself on a pedestal? Now that is well-nigh impossible. This long an essay wouldn't have been scribbled then! As I would Grow and not just move ahead in life, I realise, the contribution of schooldays in making 'me', would brighten and bellitle hollow dreams( even the ones instilled, planted, and tried to be reared up by them) that bother me still. These are words I could string while looking for my Saviour in the glimpses of the day.