My Worst Nightmare

You bring something into this world through your creative effort. Question arises: How does one feel when the worldly elements try to mould it according to their taste (read wimps and fancies).

If at all you want to punish a stickler like me, just do the following to an invitation I wrote the other day...

Dear Seniors

You may have moved on
but the footprints linger on..

And as we try to fill those shoes of yours
we would love for you to guide us all.

So, let us have a get together,
in Bhagirathi lawns on 3oth August at around 8 PM we'd gather.

To muse over the days gone by
and the promises of morrow to come by.

58th Batch


The above read as the following in the invites handed out, much to my chagrin..

You may have moved on...
But the footprints linger on

And as we try to follow those
footprints of yours
we would love for you to guide us all.

So, let us have a get together,
on Bhagirathi lawns, on 3oth Aug
at around 8 PM we'd gather.

To muse over the days gone by
and the promises of morrow to come by.

58th Batch


P.S - The get together was a success 'on' the lawns.