I'm listening to the same
new songs on the radio
while acting unconvincingly
that I'm studying;
'rate of population growth', 'job creation targets' ..
(Don't say alvida ... )
Two weeks left, I tell myself
Down from a month. Down from a year!
Its no more a put-off-able eventuality.
Its on my head:
Right here. Right now.
(Na kaho alvida ... )
My mom doesn't want me to leave Delhi.
I'm waiting to leave. Doesn't seem so likely now.
(Aj din chadeya ... )
I wonder if its true,
When most people say they miss home
when they leave.
I doubt I will. I'm known
to myself to be quite un-sentimental.
I'm not missing school either.
Or the 'friends'.
(Zinda hoon main ... )
This life of inertia pleases me.
They say I'm not ambitious.
But I am: I don't want
to work; hard or otherwise. (Doesn't that count?)
(Aj dil gustakh hai ... )
I want to be at my leisure. Always.
I want the security of a routine. Of
free time.
(Chidiya ghar se pakde hain ... )
Edging out rivals was never my thing.
Sometimes most things aren't.
Sometimes most things are.
I look at the calendar.
Two weeks left!
(Wake up Sid ... )
*Switches off radio*
*Opens a book*
1 comment:
So queet.
Personally, can't wait for the 9th. Or for the result, for that matter. *DISLIKE* this phase in life!
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