Photu time.......click click!!!

Some of the memorable moments........

OC road!!!!......kisi muvie ke set jaisa lagta hai......ek narrow road ke dono taraf jungle......wenever i walk down this road i start humming this tune........gazab ka hai din, dekho zara.........

Initially OAT (Open air theatre) which has been rebuilt and is now closed......hehehe......yahi hua tha convo........

Dikshant Samaroh....for all those lesser mortals like me, its diksha dat means shiksha or education( i think...) ka ant.......dat means completion......dat is convocation!!!!

my gang.....apni degree ke saath!!!!!!!

Certified Engineer!!!

I've kind of lost my writing ability but this post has to be written as an ode to the awesome time i spent last week....(its good that i m using my laptop........i dont know how many more trees wud've been cut if i had used paper........d 1st line took me 10 min to start.....aage kya hoga!!.....hope its worth the effort).

Last week was awesome.......no other word to describe it. Taking d 5:30 morning flight to reaching my beloved alma mater.....my BIT. There’s so much to write about that I am getting really confused where to start from. Right from the time our flight touched down at Ranchi.....it was like walking down the memory lane and simultaneously updating it.....noting down every minor detail. Arrey......yahan Big Bazzar khul gaya!!.......yeh road toh waisi hi hai......etc etc. And then BIT.......not the slightest change......OC road bilkul waisa hi.......nd sharma ji ka samosa still the best samosa i've ever had.....admin ne waise hi pareshaan kiya....yeh form wahan bharo.....ye application likho etc etc.

But the best part was meeting all ur friends after a gap of 1 whole year at the same place where u had left them. And its amazing to see dat the distance or time dint change the warmth of friendship (i pray it never does so). U have the same feeling of comfort nd cosiness in their company. After the initial celebration u start noting down the changes....arrey tum to bilkul nahi badle…..tune to thoda weight gain kiya hai etc etc. But one thing was common among all of us.......sabne weight gain kiya tha...the only difference was in the scale. BIT used to keep us fit ;) .

We also got to stay in the hostel. All 5 of us....the ‘gal gang’ as one of my friends has put it, had occupied 2 adjacent rooms and had made one room as the bedroom, the other room was used as the dressing room and it was a total chaos…all things littered here and thr…but dats how its meant to be in any kind of fiesta. And I’ve got to mention my gang here……pallavi- d phone wali, par is baar phone pe bahut kam thi aur pehle se kaafi shaant ho gayi hai…….anu- d nautanki, ek no ki naatakbaaz, bilkul pehle jaisi bas pehle se bhi jyada cute ho gayi hai……dipsy- d gizmo gal, this time she was all excited for her new ‘Vaio’ she’s going to purchase……..nd vani- my roomy for 4 years, d most caring nd lovable person I’ve ever met in my life, nd this time also she was taking care of me….nd d last person……urs truly……nd many ppl said I’ve become a total mumbaiya…..aamchi Mumbai!!!

And then the convocation day. We all got up early to enjoy the BIT morning, walk on the OC road nd have sharmaji ka samosa…..we never seem to have enuf of those. And then the convo……..all dressed in those over-sized gowns but still looking good. We all looked as witches and wizards straight from the Harry Potter movies. After waiting patiently for 2hrs and braving all the heat ( we’ve got so used to ac…..hehehe) we finally got our degrees and ‘We’ became certified engineers!!.

And then it stuck us.... it was once again time to say goodbye……..next time pata nahi kab milenge…but till then….let the bond of friendship be strong and let it stand the test of time and be priceless…….though its clichéd, but this is the only thing which comes to my mind now…… keep in touch guys and don’t forget me!!

Beautiful Poetry!!!!!

I read this poetry by Pablo Neruda....and its so wonderful......couldn't help myself posting it here.....

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

Ye hai bombay, ye hai bombay......meri jaan!!!

Back to my favourite topic…..“Mumbai”. This place is surrounded by sea. Almost every place has got a beach and that’s the best part of Mumbai!! And a walk by the beach is so soothing. It works like a panacea…..bringing peace to the troubled mind and calm to the restless soul, with the warm sea water lapping at ur feet……..and if it’s Juhu beach….….u get the added advantage of the smooth sand (I love the place…..in spite of it being very dirty most of the times!!!).

Sunset at beach......a time when u just want to keep mum and observe and let the sea and the nature take hold.........

Well, there’s another sea, which amazes me more than the first one. The sea of people…..in the beginning it drives you crazy. You just don’t feel like going out. And people like me are just too scared……born and brought up in place where u see so many people at one time only in d morning and evening(when all people go to work and children to school) or in a festival …….in fact d road becomes so bare in d afternoon…u even here the leaves rustling. Mumbai is just the opposite….always chaotic. The shoving, pushing, dhakkam dhukka….....almost evb around u is ready to hit u if u come in their way. But lately it doesn’t seem to be so overwhelming. Once you realize u r a part of that crowd, and not, as one of my friend tells me a “Jhansi wali rani” who has to live in this big bad city; u can negotiate that sea easily.....just like a wave does!!.....sorry for putting the whole idea in such a blunt way….but I just love the similarity…..sea and crowd(shayad simile or metaphor kehte the…yaad nahi)

Watch ur steps...........May God help u if u falter........shayad itna kadam se kadam mila kar kabhi marchpast bhi nahi kiya!!!

My Alma Mater!!!!!

Was missing college days a lot.......thought of uploading few pics which are my favourite.........

The gulmouhar tree looks so beautiful......some of the trees are so full of flowers dat it
appears all red in colour......

Mera College!!!!!!!!!!!

BIT looks sooo beautiful on a rainy day.......mesmerizing!!

BIT bus........the best, cheapest way to travel to town(ranchi as referred to by us)......its so
crammed most of d times dat once d driver had commented "hum to kehte hain bus mein bhi
train ki tarah boggie laga deni chahiye"

Jab bus na mile to auto hi sahara rehta tha........chaahe woh jitna bhi fare le.........but ek baat
thi........hum bhi pura fare wasul kar lete the.........must be clear from d pic......hehehehe

BIT looks beautiful in winters......just a sample of one of d blooming dales........

Looooooong time no see.........

well, well.......i know its been a long time that i wrote anything.....not because i was so overloaded with work or because had nothing to write about( Mumbai mein reh kar aisa kehna gunah hai!!). Simply because i was most of the times too free to do anything(u know sometimes u've nothing to do, and u keep cribbing about the same and even if thrs something which u can do....but u still wont do it nd keep complaining).
Anyways.....right now i'll just put a wonderful poetry i read in "Little Women"......its a wonderful novel by Louisa May Alcott.

Queen of my tub, I merrily sing,
While the white foam rises high,
And sturdily wash and rinse and wring,
And fasten the clothes to dry.
Then out in the free fresh air they swing,
Under the sunny sky.

I wish we could wash from our hearts and souls
The stains of the week away,
And let water and air by their magic make
Ourselves as pure as they.
Then on the earth there would be indeed,
A glorious washing day!

Along the path of a useful life,
Will heartsease ever bloom.
The busy mind has no time to think
Of sorrow or care or gloom.
And anxious thoughts may be swept away,
As we bravely wield a broom.

I am glad a task to me is given,
To labor at day by day,
For it brings me health and strength and hope,
And I cheerfully learn to say,
"Head, you may think, Heart, you may feel,
But, Hand, you shall work alway!"