Beautifull Minds...

I miss those old days. I miss those days when some friends flocked together and invisible wires were drawn across the minds; when we had each other to speak to about our ” ideas”, when there was always someone who called me in the middle of the night and said, ”Hey! What was that thing you were talking about? I am really interested in it! Let’s do it!”, when a cup of tea was not the only thing we went to a tea-stall for, when egos collided and the sparks that flew gave birth to brighter ideas, when lines were drawn and for everyone and everyone was asked to follow that code of ethics, when nights were spent by scribbling on notepads that echoed the words of great minds in making, when we applauded a suggestion, respected an advice and buried the dark possibilities, when my brain bolted like a stallion and always dreamt of the impossible, when we bridged unimaginable chasms just to move a step ahead, when we huddled together and mourned over our first failure, when we munched cartons of biscuits over a hurdle that came by, when our eyes gleamed after seeing the first fragments of our dreams materializing.
I remember the last time I squealed in joy when I saw things pop out of the drawing board and stand in front of me, I remember the overwhelm of emotions breaking waves in my chest when someone congratulated me, I remember that night when someone told me,” That was something tough you did and it was beautiful.”, I remember myself standing on the stage and feeling the pride fill my heart and then buoy my shoulders up.
But I miss those friends. I miss those arms around me; those great souls who lent me their hands and let me lend mine. I miss those shoulders that rubbed against mine when we all stood together for that last photograph, I miss that night’s celebration where not booze but content drowned us, where everything was shared equally-success and failures, where the age old differences were thrown away and new relationships were built…Yes, I miss those days when I stood proud and said to myself, “Yes. Today I stand different. Today I am not just anyone but someone. Today the world knows me not by my name but by something that I will leave behind.”

God! Give me back that spirit. Relight that spark that once dazzled everyone. Take me back to that womb where ideas would give me the warmth to brew my blood and sweat, where my bones would form out of determinations. Remind them that a mind is only as beautiful as its ideas, the arms’ strength lies in what they build, and the days can be made memorable only when memories are made… Remind them that it is always the first try that counts, because the rest only follow it. Because tomorrow I when I look back I don’t want to see what I did not do, but what I did for myself.

"I hate to spend my life earning,
coz all that I earn is not worth my life,
all that's priceless to me is a name,
that will stay after my soul takes its wings..."