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I am running away from reality, as fast as i could.
and trying not to look back, so as to prevent my eye from tearing.
Seven Saturdays: Interlude - Of price tags, wordplays and board games Sunday, January 6, 2008

“Why are we sitting in an unused art room playing Pachisi skipping physical education class for which am sure either we will be punished or will hear a painfully long lecture about how physical ed is important to our ‘all around development’ ?”
“You are really talented you know. You manage to sprout long sentences in one breath without any grammatical errors.” Her grin looked awfully annoying.
“Answer my question.”
“I don’t like the idea of being tagged with a number based on extent of physical stamina that I would portray by running, jumping or some other form of physical activity. And sweating is yucky. Tagging system takes out the fun of actually playing a game. That’s why I prefer board games. Throwing dice is a part of the game that my opponent or I or even creator of the board games themselves for that matter can’t control. This makes it anyone’s game on any day.”
“You like this game because in the end you just blame on luck for losing. And your entire reasoning can be approximately translated to – lazy.
“Perhaps I am. Every one and everything comes with a price tag. You pass a teacher in the corridor, in their heads they have this program which picks up the scores from your tests and out puts a suitable reaction on their faces. It’s not that I blame that they are this way, but sometimes judging people by their price tags is quite unfair. All of us are this way; just the parameters that we use to judge people as we grow up changes.”
“Approximate translation - Point of view. Do you like hearing your voice or are just making up long sentences to mean only couple of words?”
“I find immense pleasure in debating about contemporary subjects that touches an average adolescent mind as it’s very important for me to know and understand about my fellow peers since this knowledge would be the foundation of my future course of life wherever it might take but having this knowledge would always give me an additional brownie point to score over my fellow peers and this gives me an advantage in this competitive world to survive better, live better and perform better.”
“Approximate translation – Yes. Are so many words really necessary?”
“Words are necessary. For example if you give me a tragic love poem then I prefer being melancholic than being sad. Actions don’t really speak louder than words you know. Actions are just personification of words that’s all. If no word exists, then actions would have no meaning at all. They would be empty and hollow. But then again, sometimes it’s better to show people that you care and tell them that they are important to you by a simple action; like attending a meeting on time, keeping word or telling them that you miss them or visiting an old friend who helped you during your bad times.”
My hands froze over the Pachisi board. It’s been close to three months since my last visit to railway station. It’s hard to tell why we lose touch. I guess it’s because as soon as your pal is not in your line of vision everyday, they gradually fade away. There is only so much a phone call or an email can do. I don’t know why I stopped going. One Saturday I woke up and didn’t feel like going, and I didn’t. Wasn’t that bad?

“Are you OK?” She sounded worried.
“Yes. I remembered an old friend whom I am going to meet this Saturday who has helped me to pull through a rough patch.”

She simply smiled and rolled the dice.

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