Just thoughts...

        Millions and then zillions of thoughts and possibilities clamour for attention in  the vast expanse of what one defines as the mind. Every moment, a thought leading to another. A linked list with a blurry and faint hint of a back pointer to trace the original one. The chain expands in myriad ways and unthinkable possibilities crowd and threaten to to push you over the verge of accepted levels of sanity. Mundane conversations at times or even a tiny old nagging thought is all it takes to tick you off. The person very much responsible for the idiotic state of mind is more often than not just you. Your subconscious somewhere realises that it really isn't even a topic demanding your attention,  but you give in to the indulgent pleasure of going with the flow. To remove the barriers and self imposed censors and open the dam walls of inhibition is a relief. Somehow the little thoughts and reactions to something considered important, cluster and accumulate in the recesses you

  As the last day of vacation dawns here's an ode to thing missed the most by us the hostelites... Years till date when it was a part of life taken for granted, Easily overlooked, never understood why is it so very wanted.. Mothers pestering and forever pleading to have it in peace, To have it served in our platters cringing, grudging never to cease..  Best of dishes with a large helping of mother's love all through, Prepared with with utmost care just for us, cooking up the perfect stew.. And then when all of sudden you find a yourself in a queue, Making way in patience here for the mess food, waiting your due.. When the Roti is no longer soft as home or the watery dal to add, The rare glimpse of a your favourite piece in the helping makes you glad.. There are of course the pandas and owls to deliver you from this grief, Yet the many fancy offers and the coupons spent are but a momentary relief.. When the sole item in the menu in the night canteen is the