Silence revisited

Exactly one year since college ended and the journey on this silent road started. It was never easy since the kind of life I was living was way too far from silence. It had the shine of life and the grace of hearts. It had people; though it never had reasons, but it had the spark of fun. May be it had that carelessness. May be it had a noise, grumpy undulated but who ever liked a plain ground.

Mondays were never cursed nor did we ever wait for Saturdays and Sundays. Weekdays were weekdays; simple days of week with no special treatment. They were just days. Alcohol flowed in whenever it felt like. Cigarettes lighted up whenever they felt like. Movies rolled in whenever it felt like. Life had less boundaries and more freedom. The works had more consent and less constraints. Time did not matter much nor did the A.M and P.M those were never investigated. Hunger were neither estimated in terms of time it generally showed up, nor in terms of quantification of efforts to curb it down. Things just happened. No one complained. They were happy. Luxuries were minimum but who the hell cared. Till the time Floyd and Linkin park played itself and alcohol and cigarettes never exhausted it was all good and fun.

And now, we curse Mondays, wait for 4 days just to see Friday rolling in. There are better luxuries less freedom more constraint and less grace and more rules.

May be it has just this snoring silence which has a irritating as well as an acquainting behavior. May be I stopped complaining. May be I forgot noise. May be this is the way I am. May be this is the way all just turn at some point of time.