pieces of me
"Everytime you go away...you take a piece of me with you...", the system blared at 9 a.m in the morning. Circa 1998. City: Pune, India. It was the morning after the last of our engineering exams. Still to early for me. Too much champagne and vodka from the night before. But my friend was relentless. It was about the tenth time on repeat, that i sat up and started listening. We heard it together for another ten-or-so times. Singing along, wherever we could. That was my introduction.That song has always been on my list of all-time-favourites, though i didn't understand the feeling. I often joked about being severely handicapped from the number of times she'd gone away. And so many "she's".
I think i get it now. I was talking to a friend yesterday after this buddy of mine had left for the U.S, after a month-long visit. Sometime during the conversation i got thinking. And it hit me like a bolt of lightning.
I have this small circle of friends. There's five of us. All childhood chums. We're like soul-mates in some sense. Three guys are in the U.S. Whenever one of them visits, the parting is always bitter-sweet. Like a part of me has been lost. And I've had to endure it twice in the past couple of months. Damn you, boka and daddu!
Paul Young, I now understand.
One small question, though. How many more parts do I have to lose before I cease to recognise the person in the mirror?
posted by chandru @ 12:51 AM
1 Comments:
thats deep!, I am so jealous of this circle. And If there is re-birth, wish i am born as a man in this circle.
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