Have you seen a guy really really close to another guy? Wait, they aren’t brothers. Oh, goodness, wait again, both are straight. It’s called as “Bromance”. Do the math and you’ll know that its “Bro+Romance”. A guy thing doesn’t take a long time to develop. Its quick, short and just needs a little-er time of togetherness and stuff doing like all the other relations. And so, with a little garnish of time over the whole soup of issues, the formation completes and forms a simple chemistry between the two.

Brothers from another sector of life, another piece of pizza. They all move together through. Another aspect is that they require much less wavelength sync for the sync to happen. Very little base understanding for the whole thing to bomb up. And off it goes, spiraling forward.

The bond between two guys is simple, unexpecting and timeless. You don’t need to send him a daily good morning message or ask him how he was, what he had eaten and all sorts. The link thrives, irrespective of time, silent yet live and throbbing. You needn’t wish him first on his birthday; instead you make sure everyone knew. He wouldn’t ask what went wrong, if something did, but he’d know it very well and he’d make sure you need to know what to do. Such so, it lives.

The meanings of the words jealousy and possessiveness and others get redefined. There develops an imaginary cauldron of resources where one can grab stuff from. And what is in it doesn’t belong only to either one.

This bond is more like a sniff in the air around a beautiful aroma, sweet, soft and mild yet from a robust source, enchanting and enticing. Being guys, they don’t expect much from each other, they don’t get the first piece of the cake when birthdays get over, but they would have been the one who organized the whole surprise. They don’t expect words and gifts telling them they are special, they know it doesn’t matter.

Whenever you looked at your bro who you had a crush for, you feel full. You would get the sucked up gut feeling in your gut. You would want to shout out loud, like for everyone to hear, I LOVE YOU bro. And that’s sweet bromance.

There you had a brilliant relation develop, lasting longer and maybe forever too. Pull a guy closer, and see how it feels. But I dare say, express your feelings properly, he might land up making wrong conclusions wondering whether if you were straight.

To Pangali and the Test of time.

Ok, do me a favor. Sit tight and follow my line of thought. As I narrate.

Imagine you are the subject of an experiment. Not a simple one but a torturous, confining, sense depriving and what not one. You are this completely restless god of nonsense. Playing air guitar, air drum, air keyboard just to keep your fingers busy and also secretly attract attention even though everyone knows you dont know a thing about any of it. So you being this sort of a person, you are asked to sit still, motionless and statue form. To record your EEG, they said. And no, not the eyeballs too, close your eyes and stare at blank infinity-ness was what they wanted. You had no other option but to say yes.

And no, that’s not all. You sit like that, for like 3 hours solid. And people around play with you (Just the head). You have to sit and keep in control every urge that forces yourself to jump up and pull out all the wires and take a shot at every one around you smiling, talking and more irritatingly MOVING.

And the procedure begins, like on and on. Readings taken, deleted, re taken. Power cuts, coffee breaks, small talks, fun they had. Every single time they spoke, your heart beat rises, grows upto knocking off away from the pericardium. And your hands grow so killersome and life taking deadly. But you wait… forever…

And so it goes, until something you loved was given to you. They gave music. Hard, stone crunching Rock. And I dunno what they saw on my EEG, but I felt it. My eyeballs had RR-REM. Really Rapid-Rapid Eyeball Movement. I felt freedom, like for the first time in years. I felt a gate opening to all the agitations inside me. I felt something rush through my entire inside, nooks and cranies included. I felt goosebumps, here, there and everywhere. I felt free. I felt life.

Now, that was what kept me drugged and steady patient for the next hour, where they were satisfied with using well their guinea pig.

To Inquisition and all the creative mechanism they devised.

Senses are the best gifts a writer can have. Wish I was a dog, the whole world would have to offer a new genre and access to sounds and smell barred from human’s abilities. Nay, there’s the catch. You would have to be a human in order to wish you weren’t human. Irony!!

Have you gone back in time? Closing your eyes and feel the same situation that happened eons ago reconstruct all around you. Senses. Mass!! The particular food, smell, scenery, location, certain voices, touch, any one of them or some of them joined and placed in the order of how it happened at a particular instant way back, transports. Transports your mind and soul into that day, that strand of incident.

Living just the highlights. Good or bad immaterial. Close your eyes, focus on the vision and concentrate. And feel yourself smiling like an idiot. 

Nostalgia. Have you felt it? Make sure, when you do, when that particular sense exacts replica, pull it closer, much much deeper to you. You may never get back to old times again.

To Sister and Akon.