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Call no man foe....



I always complain about summer- the sweat -the sun. It always brings out  the worst side of me. Short fused, sweaty and sloppy! I remember when I was in college, summers were not so bad! I mean was it because life was fun and I did not bother about the heat ? Or were the summers less scorching? I remember Baba was amazed when he found Mamtu and me roaming around in  Park Street one hot summer afternoon - he had  asked," Baire ta ki A.C. naki ?" 
Well ! life surely had its surprises then !! 
But , I chose mediocrity instead, cause it's like a safety net- my haven of being in my comfort zone! 
Bhaskar tends to disagree at times- saying that I travel alone often enough- stay  on my own and still live my own life!
 But is that adventure?- Not really . I never do anything out of ordinary, take risks (unless chucking up the secure APS job is considered a risque)..It's like this poem I read long long ago in a Harold Robbins story ( of all things)..
And this has become the motto of my life....


Call no man foe, but never love a stranger.

Build up no plan, nor any star pursue.
Go forth with crowds; in loneliness is danger.
Thus nothing God can send,
And nothing God can do
Shall pierce your peace, my friend.

                   ( Stella Benson)
P.S. When did I fall into the rut?.................


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