A crush at the age of 22?? Not again...The candyfloss fanatasies of a girl , and proudly labelling it as a 'crush',surely looks cheeky for a school going tom.But here, i realise, that the very vulnerable little kid in me , simply refuses to grow up.I thought , with the farewell to the college days,i had bid goodbye to all the poignant emotions that attracts a guy to a girl. And with the professional life,keeping me engaged,a frivolous feeling named 'crush' shouldnt have existed in my dictionary.


For all those who have commenced with the guessing game, sorry to disappoint you, but i cant mention the name of the girl i have fallen for.The reason being,there may be a remote probability of her visiting my blog, and that would definitely tarnish the 'good boy' image , i have painted in front of her.I had seen her a couple of times in our office, but got to know her better during the new hire seminars we had in the Marriott hotel this week. As typically with all my previous crushes, this lady has inadvertently usurped my mind in just a couple of days. And like all those silly kidos, who derive inexplicable pleasure by just being able to catch a glimse of their 'loved-ones', or secretly cherishing the chanced encounters, before their crushes are crushed, i shamelessly follow suit.

But going by my past track-records, which reflect short innings with promising starts and soft dismissals, i can presume that this one's going to be no different. The life-cycle of most of my crushes dont extend beyond a couple of weeks.With this optimistic mindset, i can foresee that i will surely be cured soon , before , the little kid in me gets naughty again!!

God knows whats the magic captured in a pic.Quite true that a pic emotes thousand words.Perhaps its leads to a psychological transpose into a world different from the one in which we harbour.Makes us nostalgic..Is that it?May be, for me a pic holds an extended significance.It acts nothing short of oxygen for me, given the reason , that i am a man who lives more in the past than in the present .Whenever i flip throught the old pics of school, there is a sense of victory when i see myself flanked with friends ,whose importance in my life has still not withered a bit.They are still as much close as they were before, and i thank God for that.
But at the same time, i find myslef barely managing to remember names of few ones with whom, my acquaintance is limited to just a orkut scrap here and there.A lot of promises had been made of staying connected in the parting days and what is left now, are the vague images of them and nothing else.A sense of guilt occupies me,overwhelming enough to put me in the escapist mode.Hence, what i do, is console myself by assuming this is the part of the entire list of compromises one makes throughout one's life.
Why is that the face in the pic, unfailingly looks happier , than the one in mirror.Is it just a misinterpretation or an edification of the fact the past is always rosier than the present. A constant reminder that worse is yet to come!Such thought-process may be a natural result of a myopic and pessimistic mindset. And yes, i admit from the core of my heart , that i am one....
I am sure most of us may not be so introspective while observing the pics.This is quite natural as there are better ways to consume time than examining a pic. But for the rest, a pic holds a special meaning. It acts as a bookmark of life.
we do not 'see' pics...we 'visit' them!