Freedom

As the 58th aniversary of our independence is over, and the morning of the 16th dons, i sit here and analyze my existence, my life, the love and the hate and everything else in between.

15 th august, ever since i have been growing up is a day of kite flying, however, for many years, it was a day of rigorous stupidity for studies, and then mayb in the evening go out and fly kites with friends and had our own 'freedom'. The kites would be a reflection of what we wanted our lives to be, free and with lots and lots of space. And yes, for the few hours of petchas and Aai Boos, we felt like kings.

Alas,

now my life has changed in all so many ways,

my independence seems to vanish in the haze,

but every now and then i feel so insecure

and now i feel i need you like i never done before..

help me if you can im feeling down..........

Im not trying to pull off Lennon or McCaurtney, my message is that life changes, doesnt matter whose life it is, change is the only factor constant. And now the definition of freedom changes for before it meant playing cricket and video games, and being at each other's place all the time and having our own world

After a night of a royal hangover last night due to too much (is there ever??) of drinking, i woke up a bit late and heard from all my frds that they were on the same lines.... But i got up and went over to my old schoolmates place, wher aug 15th is a unofficial gathering to discuss our lives, jobs and whatever lies in the limitless boundaries of dosti. And we had a blast, it was like the old days, in the words of Forrest Gump, we were like Carrots and Peas, though my frds being high was no small contributor. W e talked abt the old days of no worries and howour lives have changed, now its the jhamelas of job, occupations, doing post grads and making a livelihood. While its a part of life or so they say, i miss the old days............