lIvIn nExT dOoR tO aLiCe

Out of the blues I thought of jotting down something. It seems so difficult to drag something from inside, maybe a window solution with a mouse port is required but might be till that time this server is down...ping…server timed out….Oops! Thank god the response is not Unknown host till now!

Anyways just to start up with this let me just recall how my day started and what provoked me to pen down something….After all the excitement last night of the Race, not that the race was exciting but the drinks that got into me…I woke up a bit late…and then after the quotidian activities I started off for my work place…the king of the jungles…Shols. One thing I just love is to drive on ECR, you have to either drive @ bullock cart speed or have to turn on the radar which will keep the cyclist awake and not poke into your vehicle all of a sudden. Or meet someone who is eager to leap at your vehicle to cross the road. You need the roadrash weapon to keep the flow going….

Anyways after getting dressed and picking up all the necessary belongings I headed for the stairs peeping into Alice’s home. Alice the girl I can die for … the girl who drives my day, just a glimpse of her smiling face makes my day…. She is so beautiful and charming. I am an addict of her smile. The way she glances at me when I am leaving for work just makes me go bezerk. This is the only time I get to see her…but what do I see … she is not at her home today, not to see me off for the day…..sigh! Disheartened I managed to reach the ground floor and leave for the jungle. Thoughts of the whole day going bad came to my mind until I just lifted my eyes to see her…What could I have asked for more, there she was waiting for me to give me life, the love to just carry on…. She with her cute little micky mouse bottle in her hand, school bag crumbling her shoulders down and the cutest smile I have ever seen worn on her face; waiting for her school van. Her right hand was in her granddad’s wrist while the left one was just swinging in the air on the tune of a Tam song she was murmuring. As soon as she saw me, she turned her head towards left and strengthened her cheek muscles to give a big smile to me. Something like converting a :j to:d … All my Monday morning blues went off and I was overwhelmed to see her smiling face. I smiled back with a :j smile, waving at her with my left hand. She waved back too.

Glancing at her the last time for the day, I started to drive my 100 cc bike at bullock cart speed towards the jungle but her smiling face was coming in front of me all the time. How much happy she was? *touchwood* how much relaxed and composed she was *touchwood* …. thoughts started to flow straight inside me. I remembered my school time when I used to be like her…not that sweet but I also had a cute smiling face which would have probably influenced someone else’s day too… But then all of a sudden a question bombed me. Period. Everything went black. All memories left me. My mind, body, soul just thinking of only that...How much dependent she was?
Dependent on the tiffin box that her mom would have prepared early morning, the cold water she would have put in her micky mouse bottle, the clothes she would have washed and ironed for her last night, the dependence on her granddad’s hand to take her to the bus stop; How much dependent she was...haahhahaha. Who was i laughing at? At myself? Probably...

More than even what anyone can imagine…. She is Independent!

Serenity of thought which comes to her mind makes her independence. The thoughts like whether there is Maggi for tiffin? Whether I will get tank or roohafsha in my micky mouse bottle? When will the school van come so that I can go and talk to Charu and Sheetal and show them my new earrings which my dad gifted me yesterday?
What game will I play in the PT period… the list goes on…. This is what independence is all about. The serenity of thoughts….thoughts which can make one smile….
I started to wonder how her thoughts were so serene. How things will happen if she was truly independent, may it be independence of living etc.
I got my answer the very next moment. The dependence of her love to the others and vice versa made her so independent. The love of her mom to carry out the routine work for her while adding her love by either mixing the water with Roohafzha or preparing maggi so that Alice’s day passes by with all smiles; The love of her granddad that comes daily to leave her to the bus stop; the love of her dad to get something for her at night to make her different in front of her friends. The love of her friend who will ask her to give those earrings to her; the love of Alice who will give one to her friend and keep one for herself and get the scolding from her dad.

All this dependence made her the most Independent soul on this earth. *touchwood*

Grow up Luv, with this entire gimmick, what are you gonna prove that if your mom and granddad would have done this to you would you have been independent like her? Would your thoughts reflect the same serenity as hers? All these thoughts started to flow in all directions. My inner self itself asking me to justify my thought process. This was the level of affronted Independence I had.
But then with all this mockery I made, I had to justify my inner self of the truth.

The truth about my independence!
The truth of my dependence to be independent!

My dependence on Alice’s smile to kick start my day; dependence on the song I hear when I am traveling to the jungle; dependence on the face which brings smile on my face; dependence on the shoulders that bears my heavy hands; dependence on the mind which is tuned to the same frequency; dependence on the friend I can talk long and share my grievances; dependence on
others love for me.

I don’t know how much Independent I am but I do know by looking at Alice that the more dependent I am, the more Independent I am.

Chrikut!