Me Papillon

Hey ,

What I am going to describe is something which I was witnessing till a couple of dayys back(until my dear frnd came to my rescue)
To give u a backgrnd... I am Comp sc grad working in some IT firm in the Silicon valley of India,banglore.As I am basically from North, it is obvious not to have a social group here.This is not the case with me .. for every second guy is an outsider and no one knows many people here ... to tell u the truth .. I don't even know who my neighbour is or where he is working etc etc .and u can count on fingers the people I know here.
Yupz, so the crux is I dont know many people here .BTW, I forgot to tell u tht I am living with my roommates here who were also my classmates in college...
And both my roommates were outstationed for 2 weeks. I was home alone .. or u can say city alone ... And then I realized what it means to be alone ... Initially it was not much of a difference .. I woke up as usual, got ready .. went to temple .. had something to qualify it as breakfast.But slowly , something was creeping inside me .I was walking in my flat ..watching the walls .. going out in balcony trying to find some signs of existence on earth but in vain.It looked as if the complete world has gone on a vacation.I came inside the home looked here & there caught hold of something and remembered something else and kept it.Then I watched TV to kill some time and in that process I surfed channels from top to bottom twice without finding anything that may interest me ... .So with nothing to do I decided I will sleep for some time and then will proceed with the work I had marked for the weekend.
I woke up at arnd 12:00 noon by the noise at the Door.. it was my cook ..I checked the time and it was not even half of the day that had passed.I told him to cook something for me .it was only at that time I noticed that my first word since morning had finally found some air.. they had moved out from the custody of my toungue and were flowing in Air .Oh man , it was a huge relief .I felt as if something really heavy has moved out from my heart and I was feeling light and happy(how the sadness crept I cant really say)... For the first time in my life I learned an important thing ,for a person to survive and remain in a sane state,he shud talk- if no one is there talk to ur self .I immediately remembered Henri Charrier or better known as Papillon .. He was kept in a solitary confinement(where in no human was seen by him let alone the idea of speaking to anyone) for 2 years .This is more shabby than the capital punishment.. there a person dies only once .. here u will die every moment .. u dont know how to pass time .The results is that u will start getting depressed .. slowly u will start hating everything , You will stop admiring nature and one day when the barrier collapses, person suicides.

But for me I survived the 15 day ordeal and when my dear roommate(aka Raka) came back I was still in a sane condition and was able to talk to him just as the way I used to.on this gr8 occaion I would like extend my gratitude to My mom, Dad,my sisters,my cousins,my Tipsy(my pet),my friends,my room mates, meri punjab wali chachi ji , meri jalandhar waali mausi ji, mere canada waale uncle,chintu,bunty,pappu,muni,guriya,niku tiku,golu,shaalu .......

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& this is how the cookie crumbles