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Friday, December 11, 2009

Scattered Pearls


As the aurora’s silent melody in the air was slowly getting filled up by a piercing sound coming from horizon, I lazily lifted my head towards window to get a clearer view. I could clearly see a twinkling and glittering jet zooming from my eyesight leaving behind a trail of white, densely coagulated gases forming a continuous line in the air. Suddenly I was reminded of a shooting star silently falling into deepest mysteries of sky with lightening speed. The thing to note here was neither zooming jet nor shooting star but the fact that things come and go, events occur and vanish but they always leave behind what can never be forgotten and changed.

I could now see a very blurred yet very strong alliance between what I just saw and the event that I was about to witness today in my office. One of my colleagues and dear friend of mine today would leave the office arena forever and would join the bevy of some of the best brains of world to pursue the management career. I could sense that it was always predestined to occur, something which was already written long time back into our destinies. Human beings being selfish by nature always try to gather as much they can from the moment for future retrieval, and I was no exception to it.

I now started to imagine our first acquaintance and first time we enjoyed together with all our friends. The very first thing that came into my mind was “Farmville”!!! Yes, this was the topic of our first talk. Since I used to spend most of my time in green/lustrous farms I had grown, I knew some tips/tricks to excel in the game. So we often used to talk as to how one could advance to the higher levels in minimum time frames given. Often some of the other players also would join us in the discussion and the time would just fly. Sometimes we all (our common friends) just used to chat and always used to crack jokes or do some pranks with our friends.

Sometimes, these little-little happy incidents make a very deep and permanent marking on our brains which like a ‘chronic’ strengthens with time. When together, we always engage ourselves in fun embedded arguments and always enjoy/cherish moments together. But now as time to depart was closing in, I could see an irony hidden deep in this foreseen event. I know that soon some of our other friends will leave our group and will take a different road in their respective journeys to fulfill their dreams and wishes. But no matter where they go, no matter how many new people would join us, their empty spaces would always remain vacant. It was like a chain reaction which had started and would go on and on, till the time I would be chosen in round-robin to say my final good-bye. One day we all would be separated and scattered by the mighty “time” in the open field to make our own ways for our future.

As the first rays of sun started to fall on my face I slowly got up with heavy heart to make myself ready for the office and for the farewell.

Why does it take a minute to say hello and forever to say goodbye?