Friday evenings are considered to be the frivolous of all...
"Those long hectic days, brimming with work,
We're busy finding ways, to get more perk.
With each passing day, more n more we grieve,
But faces bloom again, when comes Friday Eve!"
With 'sold out' tags on PNR ticket counters... chock-a-block parkings... jam-packed roads... stretched queues in McDonald's and its counterparts... and natty babes and dudes finding their ways to tap the floor on tunes of twirling rays...
Friday evening brings with it the spirit of living life to its fullest...the spirit of ecstasy!
While most of 'em find joy in being a part of the rocking modish crowd, some experience bliss in accomodating themselves under the sky on some stair steps, lawns, or solid railings outside any happening precinct and witnessing the zephyr. Perhaps they are the ones who couldn't make it for the advance booking, hence were retaliated by cine'toriums, and now encashing upto max the asset they are left with - NATURE.
Out of such euphorial friday eves there are a 'few' which are registered indelibly in our memory banks. Yesterday was one of such kinds.
Me and my friend were resting beneath the sky, opposite a crammed McDonald's 'eatlet' , and enjoying the sophisticated 'eye-tonic' accompanied with cool puffs of air (our own version of McPuff :) .
Balmy breeze.. then.. bought with it some specks of 'confession'.
Apart from the onerous workload (which vanishes on this eve), there are other petty issues which keep on knocking our serenity 24 X 7. The incubus of such events in our life give rise to stress and there arouse a need of something which could unleash us from these stressful waves. And that 'something' is : confession.
Damn!! How difficult it is to confess ! It takes the hell out of you when you try it. One can better climb Mt.Everest or bear Himesh.. than to profess. But once u've crossed that giant, you r in heaven..
...And finally, he did it!! He "confessed".
He confessed all that he conspired against me.... all things which were intentional... unintentional... all that he could not admit before them with whom he shares a bond... all that he wanted to decant... he confessed before me everything that was eating him up day after day... and as he continued with it i felt as if i was portraying "The father of metropol church". He asked 'the father' to pardon him if possible....
He poured off all... and as he did i found the spark back on his face. The spark of comfort which was irrespective of the fact whether he'll be pardoned or not...the spark of ease. How bouyant was he feeling... and so was i. Perhaps the field of his stress was affecting mine too... which i realised after i got relieved of it.
Still not sure of the father to exculpate him..but first time in my life had i encountered a confession which made that Friday eve even more lighter and even more delighter....
"Those long hectic days, brimming with work,
We're busy finding ways, to get more perk.
With each passing day, more n more we grieve,
But faces bloom again, when comes Friday Eve!"
With 'sold out' tags on PNR ticket counters... chock-a-block parkings... jam-packed roads... stretched queues in McDonald's and its counterparts... and natty babes and dudes finding their ways to tap the floor on tunes of twirling rays...
Friday evening brings with it the spirit of living life to its fullest...the spirit of ecstasy!
While most of 'em find joy in being a part of the rocking modish crowd, some experience bliss in accomodating themselves under the sky on some stair steps, lawns, or solid railings outside any happening precinct and witnessing the zephyr. Perhaps they are the ones who couldn't make it for the advance booking, hence were retaliated by cine'toriums, and now encashing upto max the asset they are left with - NATURE.
Out of such euphorial friday eves there are a 'few' which are registered indelibly in our memory banks. Yesterday was one of such kinds.
Me and my friend were resting beneath the sky, opposite a crammed McDonald's 'eatlet' , and enjoying the sophisticated 'eye-tonic' accompanied with cool puffs of air (our own version of McPuff :) .
Balmy breeze.. then.. bought with it some specks of 'confession'.
Apart from the onerous workload (which vanishes on this eve), there are other petty issues which keep on knocking our serenity 24 X 7. The incubus of such events in our life give rise to stress and there arouse a need of something which could unleash us from these stressful waves. And that 'something' is : confession.
Damn!! How difficult it is to confess ! It takes the hell out of you when you try it. One can better climb Mt.Everest or bear Himesh.. than to profess. But once u've crossed that giant, you r in heaven..
...And finally, he did it!! He "confessed".
He confessed all that he conspired against me.... all things which were intentional... unintentional... all that he could not admit before them with whom he shares a bond... all that he wanted to decant... he confessed before me everything that was eating him up day after day... and as he continued with it i felt as if i was portraying "The father of metropol church". He asked 'the father' to pardon him if possible....
He poured off all... and as he did i found the spark back on his face. The spark of comfort which was irrespective of the fact whether he'll be pardoned or not...the spark of ease. How bouyant was he feeling... and so was i. Perhaps the field of his stress was affecting mine too... which i realised after i got relieved of it.
Still not sure of the father to exculpate him..but first time in my life had i encountered a confession which made that Friday eve even more lighter and even more delighter....
9 comments:
yes... to confess is hard... i do agree that if u dont confess its more harm.. to most of the people i hope.. but thats just human nature i guess.. not everyone can change..
@Ankit
"not everyone can change.. " :
There lies the difference !
We all know the greatest words of wisdom..but when it comes to applying them, most of us take a step back... and those who manage to move forth are the ones who make a difference in this world. That's the reason why all of us don't succeed to the same degree.
but ma'm confessions r meant 2 b confidential as did without directly facing d father.....
even nature(d almighty) doesn't b evident enough if cant ve gud ears.
don't carried wid d ripples ,,,wait 4 d fullmoon tide only 2 shake U inside out........hunnnn
those who manage to move forth are the ones who make a difference in this world.>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
one who is away 4m crowd is either d ONE
or end wid d LAST one
Agony,,,grief,guilt or either being enlightened.
all dat matters is character, only being donned by time(KaAL).
Apologies being so dry but its d way
Nice post... and confessions can make things lighter and minds cooler :)
@anonymous
Confessions are meant to be confidential...may be because its damn difficult to confess openly...
@anonymous
"one who is away 4m crowd is either d ONE or end wid d LAST one" : Agreed..but to be THE ONE, one should have the nerve to take risk of walking apart from the crowd.
Remember :-
"Only he can find new oceans who has the courage to loose sight of the shore"
Its all a game of attitude..of how u take things..how u react to situations in ur life. Same experience can be a failure for one and a challenge(an ignition) for another.
@reeta skeeter
Thanks :)
getting xcellant wid words but if ve got d meaning,,,Ten-Hut!!!!!! LADY
reaction n action r diff in d way of intention n xecution
,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,riddled..... life s like dat keeps on teaching n preaching.
Who knows not we,,,,,,,,,,,,
d compatability
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