"W"ATER OF LIFE!!

“Ma'am, I do not get a chance to collaborate with my peers who gel very well amongst themselves over liqour errrr whiskey!”, complained my colleague in an office seminar on collaboration.

“Well, you do not need to smoke or drink, i.e., use third party agents to get along with the colleagues or bosses!”, replied the speaker.

Listening to this, I saw a spark in the eyes of few of my colleagues. I wonder what went through their minds but I also know from friends that drinking whiskey is their way to vent out negative feelings and be real. I wonder if being real when every body is actually high makes sense. 

But this takes me back to college courtyards and parties which were accessorized with whiskey. Some of my dear friends tripping after a few shots and others competing for a few more pegs. Some working on the ice cubes and others cheering upon some useless but integral topic of that moment. While not to forget few who were always busy maintaining the stats of over-drunk friends and count of the pukes too….eeewwww….I know!

But yes, whether it was a joyous moment or a sad one, whiskey became the saviour of my friends which allowed them to blabber their heart out.

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My itchy fingers couldn't ever understand the joy my companions felt after being high on the water of life aka Whisky/Rum/Beer/Vodka and what not. However, they are now busy swaying in the celebratory music of full participation in #A2ZChallenge. Almost there!

This is the 23rd post in the series #AtoZChallenge.
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"S"PECTACULAR "S"KY "S"HOW!!

“Did you look at the sky today morning?”, I asked my colleague at office who was engrossed in his laptop. 

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“What’s special up there? Were there early morning fireworks? The sky is super-grey these days already.”, he responded sarcastically.

I just showed him an image on my phone which left him agape.

I am not sure if he was surprised of my picture editing capabilities or the real beauty itself left him astonished. 

 

Many a times, I wonder that we go to a theater, a planetarium or artificial sites to catch a glimpse of mighty nature. But sometimes when it is in front of us, we give it a miss midst our humdrum routines. Recently, during a jog in the park in early hours, I witnessed a spectacular sky show with a dance of colourful clouds which were lit in different shades of white, blue, grey and yellow by the glowing bulb, the energetic Sun. 

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With a football game on in vicinity, muscles getting pumped up by rigorous exercise, street dogs barking and frightening the meek tamed ones, a silent show unfolded in firmament. I sat on a bench in the center of the garden with my eyes affixed above. My memory unfolded to take me back to the school Science class trying to distinguish between Stratocumulus and Altocumulus. Huh! Is the terminology still azure in your minds? 

My brain also echoed a kindergarten story of envious clouds and the Sun who in a bid to show their power tried to outdo each other. 

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Finally, I wondered if it was a show of bezzies up in the sky. Both trying to compete and eclipse the other. But in reality, the sheen only increased. The clouds when fully sleeved the Sun, they shone so bright and white as if creating a vision of vault to the heaven. If at all the clouds neared the Sun, the rays spread across vibrantly like a goblet of fire at its full swing. My eyes and heart never felt the same soothing feeling in the absence of either of them.

 

It only made me reminiscent of my friends whom I do not meet very often nowadays. We always competed, fighting even for a single mark with the challenge to outperform in the next exam. We bunked classes only to stick together and study late nights for exams. We were recognized in academia not only because of our intelligence but also for always hanging out together.

We always stayed together in groups just like the clouds and each of us had his or her moment at some point just like the Sun.

On this note, my itchy fingers would like to sign-off as they are getting restless to call up long forgotten friends.

This is the19th post in the series #AtoZChallenge.

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