Its that vortex

It happens to all of us. Sometimes when we are utterly free, our minds wander to all kinds of crap. Or, at times when we’re about to succumb to tremendous pressure, our wits quickly find an escape route to completely whacky reasoning. The third trail though, quite prevalent at Kgp, is the endless late night bhaat sessions over infi cups of coffee, bottles of booze, pots of weed, or just simple get togethers. It is befitting then, that the current post is the result of meeting a senior from Kgp after a two-month hiatus.

At Kharagpur, people were so sure of themselves. It’s amazing how security of mind can inspire unparalleled feats, sometimes without a whiff of risk involved. IITians, generally known for their tremendous aptitude, evolve into humans that are a big D from the geeks that clear JEE. (Their dressing sense improves drastically for one) We, well most of us, believe that we can achieve anything we set our minds to, and quite naively pursue a huge spectrum of goals. The fact that this seeming lack of focus proves to be our undoing more often not is a different matter altogether, commanding a separate post in itself. The five years at Kgp couldn't have been more different than what I see now.

It was only after interacting with the “normal” people my age over the gone two months did I realize how utterly precarious life really is. It would appear that a series of pulls back and forth define us and each decision is fraught with uncertainty. It is much laden with the peril of actually getting somewhere coz god forbid we reach some destination; it wouldn’t really gel well with our inaptitude and laziness.

This attitude, I believe, has led to the questions that haunt our age:
The first we’re all aware of: What is my identity? What is the identity of my generation? Again, a topic of divergence.
The second and more pertinent one – The Rubber band - is: The tussle between what we want in life and what we’re forced to do.

For some time now, I have felt indecision of the latter kind creeping over me. An innocuous round of drinks with A is all it took to bring it to the fore…

Whenever we meet someone unfamiliar, there’s this magnetism – an entirely different kind of allure that romps our minds. If we aren’t too careful, we are sucked in so easily! It's that vortex which draws us in, whirls us around and then throws us into the eye of the storm where we meet that someone who’s responsible for this havoc. We want to get a grip on the bedlam surrounding us but are forced to stare at those gorgeous, wondrous eyes. And just when we’ve resigned to fate, if that is the correct term here, hesitation starts marring our thoughts; undoing the magic that is she, even as the eternal conflict between sanity and absurdity sparks up. On one hand is the hope of a painted future - the brightness of green leaves captured for eternity. Elsewhere though, the apprehension of rationality lurks. If we sit down and think of things that could go wrong, our hearts wrench. But then again...

“And yet, to say the truth,
Reason and love keep little company together nowadays”

Having said everything, I’m glad I was able to confront all this dilly-dallying now. I’m glad to have studied at Kgp. Coz the answer is right there:
“Love wins. Love always wins.”