The story lesser told...

The story lesser told...

I know that if I don't write it now I would never write it. Cause there have been countless other times in last five months when I have wanted to write so many things and ended up deleting the draft. I just ended watching FRIENDS season 6 and in the last episode, Chandler proposes Monica. And it was such an emotional episode. I must say FRIENDS directors are pretty good at it.

Life isn't always like those fairytale stories. And then came Shrek series and people said not all fairytales are the ideal stories. But there still is one common thing about fairytales. They all end with a happily ever after note. Life doesn't. Well, atleast not always.

Yes here am I, dreamer, talking about it all over again maybe not painting the pictures of sunflowers, shadows or some other symbolic representations. Maybe as a human being who isn't a superman and does feel about certain things the way he is supposed to feel. Who does feel uncomfortable after talking about certain things and after seeing things happening they have been destined to happen. And above all after having to live through it all from the closest distance.

Life is changing. Stories are only getting burried under the debris of time. Some of them turned into reality and others remained untold unlived stories. None of them more beautiful than the other, none of them more painful than the other. So why am I saying all this. Why am I repeating all this crap (as it is for the world) when it was supposed to have been chucked away months back. I don't ask such questions. Atleast not when I am not practical. But there is one truth about such times. Its the only time I feel blood running through my veins.

So I am going to IIM Calcutta. A great future ahead maybe. A lot of stuff to do. Its time to maybe start all over again. And its so exciting to get into the dream b-school. Isn't it?

I don't have anything more than a confused NO as an answer to this question. I feel no joy within myself. The only reason why I was happy on getting through was because noone would say that I couldn't convert a single call. There perhaps just was a single motivation of proving things. I am yet to feel the blood running through my veins when I think of the fact that I will be going to one of the most respected schools in the country for the best professional degree I could aspire for. Nope... no effect.

So what has caused this emotionlessness, detachment, loss of feeling in me. The answer is there somewhere. Its the story lesser told. And lets keep it told as lesser as it has been. Cause as the time passes, it keeps on losing all the relevance it used to have. It keeps on losing all the reasons for its rememberance. All it doesn't lose is the intensity of impact it has left on my life.

Maybe it will one day. Not because I want it to. But because it has to.