A poetic beauty

It was a beautiful morning with white flawless clouds filling up the valley just in front of my balcony. The clouds overlapped with fog, making it impossible to distinguish one from the other. Amongst this pure whiteness there was a hint of greenery lurking from the wild mountain bushes that form the valley. It looked as if a green cup was holding white spirit of life that was so keen to make the life of each one of the viewers full of innocent and unpolluted joy, a joy which was not polluted with the sorrows of everyday life, a joy which surpassed the meagre mundane pains one undergoes on not achieving something which is so materialistic and trivial that the person starts the tryst of something new on realising this failure.

While appreciating and absorbing this natural beauty, a friend a mine sent me pictures of a beautiful, innocent French girl whom he met 3 months back in a train. Her face was as calm as the fog, her expressions as natural as the clouds and her eyes as deep as the valley itself. It was a face no one can forget and a face which can make anyone become a poet. The face had 100s of questions, questions to no one in particular, yet everyone would want to answer each one of them

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The face inspired me to write a short poem, the effect was so strong that all it took was 5 minutes to compose it. It is not one of those classic poems, but for a novice like me, its nothing but an acceptance of mesmerisation of one’s soul on encountering something larger than life. The poem I wrote for this beauty goes as follows,

uljhe baal aur aankhon mein hazaro sawal liye, shoonya mein jhaank rahi ho tum

chehre pe masoom shararat liye, is safar mein tanha hi chali ja rahi ho tum

kash ki tere kaliyon se komal in hoothon pe ek mushkaan la sakoon main

kask ki terey in khamosh khayalon ka ek hissa ban sakoon main

kash ki teri ek tasveer bana sakoo main, jisme sirf meri ho tum

kash ki teri in jhuki hui palko ki sharm ka kaaran ban sakoon main

Many firsts many lasts..

The date of 16 February 2009, Monday would remain etched in my memories for many reasons. It was a day of many firsts and many lasts in my life, more specifically my academic career. This was the day when I officially attended the last class of my studies, finished MBA (barring exams J), made my last ppt etc. There were various firsts as well which were a perfect ending to the various things I have done over the last 2 years here.

Firsts

• First time a professor slept through my presentation. He was sitting on the first desk and a mere distance of 5 feet separated his resting body and my restless soul
• First time I had or more specifically I attended a class at 8 AM in the morning. Funnily, this had to be on my last class as if the class scheduler was waiting with me to give this final blow
• First time I have seen a person sleeping over in a one-to-one conversation. Sleeping in a class listening to a ppt is fine but asking a question and then sleeping is a thing I realised is possible only today
• First time we went to write a quiz after a whiskey shot. The shot was a toast in celebration for a friend who got a job an hour before the quiz. Nothing could come between our traditional shot-for-job celebration and us
• First time I saw a guy using a camcorder in the class. He even made a video of me presenting the case to the sleepy professor with funny images of mine getting flustered at the obvious mockery of my night’s sleep and hard work

The various lasts that happened that day were:

• Last class of my academic career, at least for a long time to come
• Last academic presentation, a random case was an apt end to the stride of presentations I have delivered here
• Last quiz of my academic career
• Last exams of my academic career for a long time to come

The last day did not come without its glitches; I had to work till late night to prepare the case, a thing which I did only in the very first days here around 1.5 years back. It was almost an academic night out, a thing which happened only in first year. The case reminded me of the very first case given by the OB professor when all of us were perplexed as to how to analyse the case, here it was a bit different, I was alone but was equally perplexed nonetheless.

Looking at the last day and the first day, I believe a normal curve would fit in the description. However, it would have to be a really skewed normal curve as far as effort put in is concerned. The start was with a huge amount of effort which tapered with the time spent here. My earlier post on “Life as exponential functions” would summarise most of it. Nonetheless, my MBA is over now and I am all set to move beyond academics, into the real world where case presentations are not so fraud, where audience generally does not sleep in the presentations. Let’s see how it turns out…