My SPIC Farewell...

Today was a red letter day.
We (the senior members) knew we were in for something nice and worthy of space in our internal memory registers. And I must say, the thass, the people, the coming together, the music, the admin, the college, the balls, the grass, the misunderstood wicked tree (not necessarily in that order), all made sure it was just that.

Life I've always felt is prone to 'degenerate'(?) into a sequence of oscillations.
In every single plane of human sensitivity, there is scope for many extremes. And I believe its easy to get carried away towards one, and then come rushing back in a desperate attempt to maintain sanity, and in turn overshoot to the opposite end.
Events such as the day that was today, have the power to push one in a particular way with absolutely no limits. And in spite of the relative un-advisability of extreme living, I think such 'spikes' in the (relatively) moribund curves of our individual existences ARE important.

For due to the inertial nature of our consciousness, it is again very easy to slip into any given comfort zone, upon sufficient continuous exposure.
Today's event serves to wake oneself from the 'comfort' zone of a routined life which is 'doomed' to an existence of passive spectator-ship. Today was the symbol of all things alive and abounding; of energy and a sense of comfortable ease bursting at its seams; of a thought simple in its airs, but with the might to shake a thousand earths.

While all the love was all too evident, so was the sense of potent mortality. The transience that underlines our every role in life; the fact that nothing (except hopefully this(!)) really will survive the test of "infinite-dimensional time"; the unnerving feeling that this indeed is one of THE last times that I'll meet you, ABC dearest; the sense of an inevitable shift in all life coordinates fast approaching, all these diversely (and BEAUTIFULLY) hued emotions were beautifully etched on the perfection that was lived today.

Indeed, today really IS all one has between a (potentially) nagging past and a (potentially) unreal, uncertain, unknown future. More on this later.

For now, today was simply, very, very beautiful.

Sigh.. So much love.

Aanandam...