Out Of Chaos

I still haven't figured out why or on what grounds I was selected for the inter-house recitation competition at school. All I remember is: one day the house captain hailed me out the class at recess and, told that I was participating in the recitation competition which was around the corner. I was perplexed. Neither could I question, nor was I allowed. That's it.  I had the slightest of idea what I was going to recite.  After much deliberation I decided what I would recite.  Having no experience in public speaking, I was scared to the marrow. I was trying to figure out how I would speak into a mike which was, certainly, going to amplify my voice for the audience to hear. I was wishing that the current ran out when it was my turn. I know it was bullshit. But, the inevitable must come to pass! The day came—the competition day! I climbed on to the stage. The audience consisted of teachers and some students. I got stiffened to sabdahan position as I saw the a...

Last night one of my friends had come. We watched a movie for sometime and thought of going for a stroll. That's why he had come for actually. Anyway, so after the stroll when we reached his bike, which was parked on the lane in-front my building, he said, 'Are you still blogging?' 'No,' I said. 'Why?' he asked. 'This job messed up with everything.' My explanation was not plausible for him, I sensed that. 'Internet is the future, bro. Do it. Resume it. You know the basics, start again. It's not late at all,' he seemed insistent. 'You're right actually. I've been thinking of resuming blogging since Jan. But, never really acted upon it,' I said in a self contemplating mode. 'INTERNET IS THE FUTURE, BRO. Many out there are doing it. Most fake it. Rare are true. I know you. You know what authenticity is. You're authentic. I suggest you do it,' he sounded very positive and enthusiastic. ...