rush of old memories!!!

sambit saar!! a private letter.....

Thus spake the house keeping staff in morning..handing over an odd looking white envelope.I never get personal letter in office (that's separate issue neither at home adress-- goes on showing what cut off from world u become when u are immersed in technology ). As yesterday, i was busy throughout in field work- i did not receive it yesterday..

It was marriage invitation of one old freind.Though I was knowing , it was on cards-- suddenly i felt something strange--- so many things came rushing to mind. The marriage will be in Delhi and it is on 1st Feb.
As usual , trying to convince myself- must go, must attend[ have attended only 3 marriage functions till date-- kind of hate relationship with that function and it is against my communist ethos] ... then thought -- NO cannot go-too much work to do- and going and coming back- will eat up money.
Rush of memories- those days of college-- how will he feel- my freind after getting the same letter. Will he go through the same emotions- that i went through on that October night. It was kind of same right- the envelope may have been bigger and better though.
I remember that day and the actual day- when i became much more than a man.I walked over that garware bridge- over mutha river in Pune. Feeling pain- unexplained..... then i remmebr those tear drops i shed on that wintery night of november- feeling of lost.... Actually i remmeber losing a deal- those hard words of manager. That feeling of failure which gnaws in ur stomach and so much frustration.

Then that sudden steely resolve--- Will do more hard work- will show the world- that i can do better and that I AM THE BEST.... and may be time heals everything. after 4 yrs... yes i see the path- i am reaching there- it may still be far when i am the best--- but i am already a better person..