A Lot Like Love !!!

After passing screen test, i found myself an empty corner, from where a complete view was available. Ladies with elegance, men with procured polish waited for their turn in queue, my ipod make a clunk to next one on list and following words stuck my ear drum........

"Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport. General opinion's starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don't see that. It seems to me that love is everywhere. Often it's not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it's always there - fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends. When the planes hit the Twin Towers, as far as I know none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or revenge - they were all messages of love. If you look for it, I've got a sneaking suspision love actually is all around."

Mr. Prime Minister (Huge Grant) - Love Actually

I was gloomy and unfortunately i was at arrivals that too at new delhi airport, thus inspite of like those above words for first & second time, this time somehow i found an irony..if love actually is around then why he feel a need to go all the way from 10 downing street to Heathrow Airport.......what kind it is?

My thought went back in time, me and my friend (Mohit Shimpi) walking across book shelf in crosswords at andheri, despite being pro at books all he could manage was looking at girl at kids counter helping them with starts ups, with a grunt he confessed he is in love with that girl, my suggestion he should he audible to her on this one but he didnt, later i realised why. We headed toward coffee shop (thing that we used to do after every new book) he made similar grunt and was looking at girl on another table, i rather kept quite and as we came down to shopping area..there was like series of those grunt and for him love was all around.....but what kind it is?

I didnt even completed my smile over this, my iris glanced on LCD nearby, lawn tennis was being telecated, refree recited love all, after every game there was love all, but players fought for points just to start with love on both sides......points came and went but love was all around........what kind it is?

Then i arrived at mumbai airport with a perplexed and wanting mind to find love just to witness mad rush at baggage counter and then at taxi point......what kind it is?

Then came Golden Chariot (Airport Coffee Shop), i complete my pending share of simile and try to catch that neon board as much as poosible as taxi fizzed off.....

Why do you stay in prison , when the door is so wide open, I think that's why Mr.Prime Minister goes to airport.

;-)

TRANSITION

Walking across a market lane looking at every white wear that came in way, mixing milk before powder in Tea, choosing white ice cream - even straberry paste seemed an adulterant suggested clearly that she has a love for white.

When we headed for mountains, decision was unanimous to build something that reflect purity in that sense. So all the efforts were directed toward one single objective, meeting and having good time during this course.

While making it, we all knew its seasonal and gonna melt , but anticipation of even limited joy was motivating. It came out beautifully, House of snow, drinks not only came with ice it came in ice, everything from chairs to glasses were of ice, all the people who were involved in making it are now experiencing pleasure out of it...it was magical as orange light was spread and all the emotions, moods and feelings are touched upon in this time frame leading to a sneaky warm feeling.

It was white house with blue door, everything seemed so settled.................. people started to enjoy.

Worst part about good things in life that it happen to you at the very end and then time just runs out on you.

Along came a sunny morning, inevitable happened, we all knew about it still there was a strange sinking feeling of being parted from the joy, it was draining at a rapid pace, wanting to get in i rushed towards door, fell it was all dark, when eyes opened i was stuck by an awe as i was trying to enter an illusion, i found myself in middle of cold water channel that was going back to basics, where it want to be........overlooking all the efforts we scarified.

Shivring with cold sweat, i realised, Sometimes people think they lose things when they didn't really lose them, it just get moved, we just cant find them but they still exist in some or other form................

I GUESS SO !!!!!!!! Yes ..... I saw her wearing black last day........isn't it