We all got a well deserved break and locked ourselves in the room with music, movies and all the stuffs that were pending for a long time. I am yet to watch a movie and will be doing in sometime. Room 104 came as a blessing where I have shifted for 2 days. Right outside the window I see our prospective new hostel. I don't think it has been named yet, but I believe I will miss my 'Silver Oak'.
I often came out to the corridor and wondering how we have snuggled up into our rooms. I remember a story about an old man who was so happy when there was power cut because the entire family would come together in the living room under one candle. That was the time when he used to see his sons, daughters, grandsons, daughter-in-laws, brother, sisters and all. I believe though I hate to wake up in the morning and rush to the classes often without breakfast, it is still worth it; we are all chit-chatting and joking together at one place at least.
But as I was in my mental errand I felt a sort of guilt; yeah, I remembered something that once made effort to bring us together - The Bulls Eye Pvt Ltd.
But how is that, that Bulls Eye has reduced to just a poster on a door and fragments of it in the memory floats around unnoticed? I was wondering what went wrong and I found myself in fault. I remember the days when I used to try my best to do something crazy and funny and was called immature. Every effort to build a team was tagged with 'time-wastage'. I respected my efforts but no one else did in the company. I used to call my parents for inspiration. Few of the times to my friend(s). But I must say my family and my friends lost the battle to motivate me and my office management and colleagues (few of them) won in de-motivating me. I saw myself doing the same with Bulls Eye. I am the culprit to de-motivate an effort to get us together.
I remember every birthday cake that comes, I also remember the the music night we all sat on the varandah of silver oak and also the efforts made to host a PJ night. I did not take much of my effort to recall all these; there was so much less to remember. I felt bad; in fact could not do much other than feeling bad about it.
It does not need to be a genius to associate different phenomena to the happenings around the world. We are interested in something sensational, sensual, controversies and nothing can beat that when it comes decorated on a silver platter right in front of us. Don't believe me? Then why is pornography the mostly searched for and 90% business of web comprise of it? Why is there no news paper that can stand on the basis of only positively progressive news? And why is that when we receive an email from a particular email id results to generation of uncounted numbers of 'get packets' of a particular blog in the air (remember we use wi-fi mostly). Can't help being technical, but being technical sometimes helps me to subside the anger that I have for myself because I know even I am among the one who does contribute in the packet generation.
Though how much ever we cribbed about the so called nonsensical activities of Bulls Eye but it was doing its job well - "Bullshit Guaranteed". I remember after the musical night we wanted something like it to be organized often. But along with that I also remember how busy we got exactly on the time when we were supposed to group up for some even that they planned to organize. I am not in a position to tell if that would have been a time waste.
Tomorrow is holi and I was wondering how would it all had been if we would have encouraged Bulls Eye with their activities; we were just supposed to participate to keep them going, they never demanded anything more than that; in fact they deserved it.
As my mind keeps wondering, the sound of -"Kaaaal" and the sms of "Baaaas" keeps bringing smile. "Made in China", "Dabur real" and "Aahun Aahun" reminds me of people rather than products.
I wish the series could have continued; but at the end, I can only wish.
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