Resonance

After a few fluky escapades during my growing years, I have become very wary of overindulgent camaraderie which further has debilitated my credence and reverence in this “institution” of “friendship”. The miserable aftermath of a degenerate kinship is ineffably perturbing. “Friendship” doesn’t come with a caveat, else mankind would have to be prudent before being sucked into the broiling inferno. The cradle of this feigned affinity was at a party last year, at the place of one of the pretentious menfolk. The night was youthful, and we were unsuspecting juvenile, naïve, impetuous minds ready to be beguiled because the disciplinarians needed an army, ready to be flung against bigger syndicate. Hours, days and months were invested to inveigle us and suddenly we were the vanguard in crusading against the tyranny. We were also the “controversial” avant-garde but it started “winning”  apathetic backlash from the autarch.

How can they disremember those damp soaked nights, all of us weeding out our woes into the sopping cosmos? And what about those unforgettable soiree, the sapidity of the luscious chicken tandoori that insinuated and camouflaged their delinquent aspirations? The monsoon wanderings spent in frolic and gaiety along the ebullient Arabian shores, and the counselling all were just a whitewash to eclipse their duplicity.

We were the first rung in their "ladder to attain the bewitched glitterati". There were countless occasions when their opinions were disregarded publicly and were looked upon with disdain by the uncivilized multitude. With our succor, they had secured an “influence” in the community, embarking on a “cultural” expedition to “refine” the uncouth rabble whom they, in turn, scorned and treated with hauteur. With their honeyed articulation to dazzle the audience and as is the cardinal obsession of the Homo sapiens with stardom and eminence, our aspirations were no longer enthralling to them.

With the announcement of “organizational restructuring”, they made some unconvincing deliverance that they weren’t meant for the job- it seems now that was just accismus on their part. They had been counting days when they would take command of the “consortium” or be in a puissant position. It had become increasingly onerous on their part to persevere with us while unabating their “service” to the despotic coalition.

It’s our stupidity to believe that we had got a platform to express our intrinsic multifariousness in content to the greater congregation- far from our native soil and to enrich and make this a never ending learning process. It indeed has been a prodigiously enriching lesson to us. Our preceptor has made me more sceptical and has completely drained me of the little, lingering whatever amount of hope that I was still having. Until today morning.

The divine euphony of “Asatoma Sadgamaya” by the empyrean progeny will still reverberate in my ears. Yes, time is not on our side now, our acumen had been shrouded by their masquerade and with freebooters all around, a proposition is duplicated almost instantly as soon as it has drifted into the cosmos. However, inventiveness has no expiry date. A prodigy starts weaving again right from where he was left and goes beyond the predictable limits, setting newer goals for himself and sets the stage for his fraternity.