Game of Chess

That is my Life.

Me against God… or… God against me!!

He being the white made his first move, brought me into this whole wide world which wasn’t actually wide until I turned 15…rather 16. I made my first sensible move (I presume) when I entered college. Getting to know the varieties in galz (I’d joined an all-girls college. After a co-ed experience this all-galz thing seemed to have given a different kinda freedom. Or was it the excitement of steeping into college?!? Coz this attitude seemed to come along into my Grads as well.) Anyways, the second most important move by god. He placed the piece tagged Love at a very accessible and lucrative position in my life. On a li’l analysis I found if I moved to take over this opportunity I’d have my Queen taken away. My poor heart was disheartened coz it had been doing nothing apart from pumping blood. It had been excited at the prospect of getting promoted. Alas!! I could do nothing but say “Better luck next time” and make my next move. Time to realize my long awaited dream.
Get myself a job.
I’d always day-dream, especially during the exams (I’ve always been easily distracted during my exams. Even the worst possible serials would seem interesting during the prep hols :)) Anyway, I’d dream about how my work-place would look, how’d people there be, what would my work be like, how would I fair etc??

After I made my move, joining the firm I'd dreamt of, I waited for him to make his next. The ace player that he is, a charming one too, he moved yet another piece, tagged with love again, and broke the silence with a ‘Checkmate’. My heart, having grown smart and cautious now, though struck, knew that my next move can only be to bring my Queen to safety. Well… I ain’t interested in ending my game so easily you see. I’m going to be a tough one for him :).

Waiting for him to make his next move.