Immaculate Perceptions

Saturday, November 26, 2005

Time doesn't fly anymore...

After exams got over n havin been cut off from the world of entertainment for nearly a month, i had an urge to talk to someone.i picked my fone n browsed the contact list... there were 4 names dat i cud call up and talk, talk abt anythin under the sun- 4 of my nighest frnds. Called up the first one- out of range. tried reachin the 2nd one, but he was busy wid a customer. the hankering for a prolonged chat on the latest movies, gossips, the new entrant in barista's menu card, didn't materialise the third time too... she was busy wid some project. and the fourth one had switched off her mobile.

Not an extraordinary occurrence to be talked abt.nevertheless it jus made me realise how sequestrated i've become.
earlier, we used to talk endlessly, n make the telecom sector richer or be the centre of distraction in coffee shops...
earlier, we cud share feelings n understand each other...
earlier time used to fly, but now its tangled in the concerns of career and vexation of loneliness.
While all are occupied i sit here in front of this lifeless acquaintance n brood over such lilliputian occurrences...

yet i allay this feelin by callin it a phase that everyone goes thru... i'm jus bein over sensitive to things. once my career too takes a shape, these wud b things of yore. meanwhile dis period wud teach me the importance of frnds.