फ़ुर्सत के फ़ितूर...

I'm in Delhi today. And I can repeat this sentence tomorrow and day after as well. I'll be attending a conference tomorrow onwards so had to land up in the city which I have loved, hated, loved, hated, and so on... Perhaps the harsh memories associated with Delhi are too diluted by time... and that reminds me that Mumbai, Ahmedabad, Bangalore, Malaysia, and many more places are yet to redeem themselves.

So I am here in Qutub institutional area, somewhere near JNU. Probably North Campus of DU is nearby. I'm glad that South Campus is far away.... O-Oh.... here it comes... nothing is too diluted by time. That day is still alive inside me with all its sunshine.

Have to go to the conference dinner in the evening and thanks to that, I have had some leisure time after so long. Had a nice siesta and heard some good old songs. Done with ironing clothes too- five shirts, two trousers, two ties, and a blazer (yes, I have a long trip coming and a load of wrinkled clothes). Some two more hours of life at hand... perhaps a good opportunity to look up and correct some of my incomplete poems. Or may be I can write diary - have not written anything since July.

O-Oh.... here it comes again... Perhaps, I should do just nothing in order to avoid such dangerous things like poetry, diary writing, thinking etc. After all, all of this will turn the train of time back and I will start crumbling again. I am taking my baby steps in a new life and I want to live with no baggage of history... That is why I had decided to start afresh - from a place where there was no past, no burden, no obligation. Perhaps I should also quit blogging in order to stop visiting those places. Perhaps I should also be dead... like everybody else.