Plight of an M.Sc guy.
I gaze through this 10×10
at the buildings older than the time.
I bet even older than ancient mariner’s rime.
Let’s go back to the scene again, keeping aside the albatross.
I listen to the sounds of universe
with some noise of city’s traffic rambling somewhere across.
Pigeons fly to-fro and by.
Just then my system puts on a screensaver
and spaces out somewhere as the flatus wind passes by.
What do I think? As i space out.
What is the motivation? What is it about?
Is it the trip to ‘cal’ or the NSS camp?
Going even back.
Was it the day my wingie bought a study lamp?
Or the first day, when I entered this swamp.
Suddenly I am distracted by the sqwack
of the crows from an old buildings back.
I take a sip of coffee from the ‘starbucks’ in my hand.
I space out again.
My forehead wrinks, as i think
of the day I entered this swamp.
With my dreams photoshopped on the canvas of research.
Of my branch, I was really proud.
Unaware of the fact that:
I was so alone amongst this engineering crowd.
But this universe is one such notorious kid.
It wont let you pass a stage
if your exuberance is not the bid.
Well things din’t workout the way
i cropped and placed them on the canvas of research.
I felt like so sidelined in the unknown’s search.
I lost every fight, every convo, every chat, every debate,
as I tried to support my branch, my fate.
Even the socities turned their face away.
When i told’em it’s physics, Out loud,
It’s my love, my life and that is my way.
I was left so unheard in this engineering crowd.
I rose, I always fought for my cause,
But my communique was always slained
just like the albatross.
Now anyone who looks at this retro masterpiece,
a building located in the heart of park street,
Wonders how it was made.
But, No one wonders how awesome was that guy
who sowed the idea of construction in an engineer’s head.
Even the rivers changed their course…. Only my oneliner was enough.
“I am from MSc. Physics!”.
When your pride cries, your philanthropy dies.
Push aside humans, even rivers say good bye.
Such is the plight of an MSc. guy.
Maybe this was a very ammature point of view of my mind,
or maybe i will one day see my dreams as the collage which i designed.