Cycles of life

Few days back I had logged onto Facebook before dozing off. I am not a Facebook freak, but nothing wrong in checking my account once in a while. I clicked on a recently uploaded album containing snaps from my post grads days, which depicted my ex-classmates in all frolic having a gala time, though I was nowhere in those pics. I was not even aware that people around me had been around so much, been together in so many adventures or had been eyeing each other so desperately as future marital prospects

Those pics actually triggered a thought process and set me thinking for the night. I was a real recluse in my PG days, literally not interacting with anyone with no acquaintances let alone friends around. Being in an institute which attracted the wealthiest from Delhi, there was no dearth of fun and babes around, but I was battling my own demons and just emerging from my father’s demise and the following uneasiness at my place. Even nowadays if I bump into any of my ex mates from those PG days, there is hardly any talk or interaction and only an acknowledgement of bare recognition

But I was not always like that nor was my life a symbol of aloofness prior to those two years. I had a whale of a time in college, enjoying life to the hilt and painting the town red. I still have fond memories of DU North Campus and wish those days could come back at least once. During my school days, I had close friends who are still in touch and do meet up whenever circumstances permit. In my worklife too, I did have a fair sprinkling of yaars and dildaars who at times also doubled up as Agony Aunts or Good Samaritans

I guess life moves in cycles, good days follow bad ones and vice versa. In my present job, I was all at sea during initial days but have had a better time during the last year. Even during my school days my grades followed a cyclic pattern, crests and troughs were always visible in my academic performance. Guess these troughs are a part of life; one just has to bear with them for the upturn to arrive

Tomorrow I am leaving for Jammu and will visit Vaishno Devi on Sunday, besides attending a wedding. I will also meet a few folks from the chapters of life gone by and reminisce the time spent there. I am not sure if that was a crest or trough of life, nor am I aware if my current state is a peak or trench, but I have hope and only pray, if nothing else, atleast hope doesn’t leave me