!! commentary...by rahul !!

love, length, warmth, affection...all found there.....was a comment from Rahul...thanks yaar :)

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Here I am, an Asymptote to Updesh..Another atten-dAncer..another person analyzing what routine meant to us and at the same time having been fed up of it.Thinking why at all do we place it at such an umpteen altitude in the hierarchy of life systems.. At the base of our thinking, we are people trying to come out of shells imposed by the system, knowing it is a particular 'routine' to come out of it all..still tempting to be different,be progressive & shoot out to a different world of newer hidden opportunities,sometimes tending to like a not so routined life..sometimes trying to deflect own minds away from the very beautiful concept too.More, there's a very hidden yet appreciable aspect to life too..the aspect of Loving things you are about to part with.."Be them desired, or be them not loved of"..since they were a part of a routine which was a part of another routine again and which again was a part of this iterative routine procedure..a routine of a routine..hope you got to the routine of my routine theory :)) !!Chal,leaving jokes apart for the good routines ahead together..I pray using the true part of my heart Updesh,I'll cherish all the good times and routines we were through when together..hope we keep in routined touch after sacrificing shackles of Institutional slumber..I'll really miss you and your aura Brother..the days together..." FOUR YEARS HAVE GONE PAST BY,ITS TIME TO SAY A FINAL GOODBYE" :'< .. take care and attain success :)

Rahul..
March 2, 2008 8:24 AM

!! routine !!

How significant is routine in our lives??....A lot actually!

Let us take it this way....we all have that particular T-SHIRT which has almost lost all of its fabric and colour but is still absolutely adorable. Isn’t it that all of us have have a pair of old rugged pair of jeans which we would prefer over and over......haina???? It seems as if every inch of these garments has been designed for our body. That old pair of tattered footwear having that shape and depressions of our feet is uh-so-purrfect!! ....

Cellphone....... my MOTO C-168, no bluetooth, no camera, no speaker but still so likable... Is it that perfect grip it offers to my fingers, is it the speed with which i make sms over it, is it the small effort that i need to take to press the keys or is it the exact location it finds in my pocket.............!!!

Each day my mom calls me at the same time, almost to a precision of a second, after my dinner. Then while talking to her i would go for a walk and am investigated with those standard ‘mummy questions’, that too in the same order, about what i had in dinner, am i having milk, blanket, quilt.........moreover, answers to these standard questions have always remained the same during past four years but still this small bit of daily chat with her has become an essential part of my daily routine.

Don’t we feel so unusual when we press electric switch of our friends room. Is it because that particular CLICK of our own switch located in our room is missing.........????

Fact is, whatever we do , routine permeates it all, there may be no logic, no rationale, but we do it because we do it, thats the way it is..........

That particular number of times our cellphone needs to snooze before it actually wakes us up, those exact number of twists and turns which we take before finally leaving the bed, that particular flow for which we open the tap, those exact movements which we give to our toothbrush, that particular road that we walk every morning for the lectures, that particular sliding of drawer of our study table, that smooth rotation of our key in our lock, that flow of our fingers on our keyboard, that particular CLICK of our mouse, that sound of doorbell, those crack lines seen in the ceiling each night while we lay on bed, that exact number of blinks our tubelight takes to start, that way in which we grip our old water bottle and our lips reach out for its mouth, those sunrays and their particular location in our room during sunrise and sunset, that fold of quilt at the end of our leg to ensure complete warmth, those exclusive nicknames by which our friends address us, that particular size of our nails, that optimum length of hair, that thickness and diameter of chapatti prepared by mom, the size of those steps running down our hostel building, those echoes of our voice in hostel corridors, that special area in mirror where we feel we are looking the best, those particular eyes which we catch each day, that particular time at night when we start feeling sleepy, that ‘HELLO’ which we can identify irrespective of which number it is coming from and that knock on the door for which we don’t have to ask ‘KAUN HAI’...!!

Friends ....again a part of routine...whether you are happy, sad, busy, free...they are there.....when you feel lonely, when you need company, when you need support....... same old friends come to your mind and you start searching your phonebook.............