Weekend.. colored my file

Today it was quite a journey. A journey that started from the mind to the soul, by the means of heart touched every part of my life. When I  watched the sun rise, I did not realize that my day would turn upside-down.

Now days I have nothing else to do but brood over my life, my work and my past. After brooding so much about nothing, I got bored and wanted to do something nice. I hit Google map to track down places that are within the arms of the nature. I found one lake on the out skirts of the city in which I reside and decided to travel there to click & capture nature. While I was riding, one truck happened to pass by and other than those few blind girls hanging out there, on the truck, there was nothing special about it. The girls in the school uniform looked so happy while singing some telugu song that I was not aware of. I assume that they could be going to the school for some competition or a meeting. Looking at them really made me smile. A guy with the camera was capturing some colors of their world and there were these bunch of blind girls who didn’t know what colors were. They would never know how bright the color red is and how peaceful white was, in fact they wouldn’t even know the color of their uniform. Still they were singing and laughing and enjoying everything that the dark life had to offer. I realized one thing that day that it’s not God or a spiritual guru who will help us all to get a good life but it’s with us to make life colorful and to enjoy it to the hilt. We could still be happy with what colors we have. Just stretch your hand and touch the life and you will sure find some color at your figure tip. The real life is all about saving these colors of life which have come your way so that whenever you’ll see your past you will be able to say ”Oh what colorful life I had”.

Its 9.30pm on a Saturday night and I have finished doing all my chores. Wishing to add new colors to my life, I desired to go to the pub for few drinks and dance. Draping myself with branded stuff i.e. innerwear to the shoes. In another 30 minute I was there at the one and only exclusive gay pub in Hyderabad. You can see all the known faces with whom you have chatted that you have blocked, the guys you wanted to be with in short Everyone was there. I stepped in and the DJ there started playing my favorite “Bad Romance” by Lady Gaga. I looked across the bar and found a perfect corner spot and suited my self there. After few drinks, I was dancing alone and observing few couples around me. The tight jeans, the canvas shoes, the leather bracelet, gelled hair, glittering ear rings, etc. Suddenly amidst the same conventional crowd I came across a guy I liked and who . I don’t know why but whenever I meet him I feel the butterfly effect within my stomach. We don’t have many things in common and he does not have any feeling for me but I couldn’t stop myself from being with him. We were dancing, but soon I observed one thing that his eyes never stopped checking out others & there I was looking at him hoping that he would look at me once.

It struck me that I can’t have him & not just him but everything that I desire. Sometimes you have to let things go. You should be satisfied with what you have. I left him there & started dancing amidst the company of soul. When my eyes went on this guy I saw that this guy hurriedly started searching for a new partner. I saw other guys randomly kissing other men, guys sitting at corner with bunch of friends and laughing, guys trying to be the centre of attraction by showing new moves, guys drunk like hell and didn’t know what they are doing. Suddenly I felt like whole bar became a novel and everyone the characters within that novel. A writer creates and narrates character. He never falls in love with them. Because he is the only one who knows they are not real and they are not going to be true.