After working non stop since Sept 2004, am on a voluntary break. Just felt the place was no longer inviting anymore so decided to move on. And because there was no final destination to move on to, am presently at home but very much working. Which in other words is called freelancing. Working for different people without being employed by anyone in particular.
I like the feeling but sometimes feel quite apprehensive about the situation, about tomorrow.
Then I thought of writing a story online. There are so many stories literaaly fighting for space in my head. Although a couple of them have been penned yet some are still there. Have decided to start with one today, now. So here goes.
Tomorrow is the reunion day. It's been 17 years since the seven friends had met at the entrance of their college to bid farewell to each other. They were graduates finally. After all the things they had done from bunking classes for movies, spending most of their time in canteens, hardly buying books for their studies but depending on guides and 10 years. It seemed a miracle that not one but all passed the final exams with enough percentage to be called proper graduates!
They were 7. The beautiful Devyani, the intelligent Dharam, the cool dude Gautam, the ambitious Maya, the filthy rich Abhinav, the sporty Tarana and the immensely gifted Surya.
The day their results were declared was the first day they had their serious meeting, ever. That was the day, they decided to go on their separate path and see where it leads. Except for Abhinav, none of them belonged to a rich family. Except for Dharam, none had highly intellectual individual as parents. Each one of them had some unique or better a different vantage point from where they could see their particular horizon and that where they decided to go. But without staying in touch. Actually this was practical and was first voiced by the one who always moved with rationality, Maya.
"Guys, it was great to have known each other, been friends to each other but its time to move on to more practical stuff, you know. Gautam bas kar yaar, stop looking at the facchis, they are looking at you." The others sipping their cutting chai at the canteen laughed uproariously. "So what are you proposing?" asked Dharam in his quiet but curious tone. "Simply, that we go our ways without bothering to stay in touch." "Whaaaaat?" The chorus got them attention from everyone in the canteen. Even people including students, freshers and their parents passing by also turned to see what the matter was. "Yes," Maya continued unperturbed "going our way for a fixed time then meeting to see how each of us has fared. To know how high or low each of us has traversed." Initially all were not ready to accept that mostly Gautam, Surya and Tarana. But finally they agreed and the time was fixed 17 years, why 17th, because they all had met for the first time on 17th of July.
