I MISS THOSE DAYZ...

When we were caught and the days ahead went quite tough...
I remember the first time we had vodka with sprite...
I still laugh about the way you kept puking the whole night...
All I can say is I miss you my friend...
I miss our pranks and the stupid trends...
I miss all the things we used to do...
I miss the old me and the old you....


-anonymous

JUST LIKE HEAVEN

Now…there’s nothing like enjoying a delicious treat of hot n spicy Maggie with your old school friends on top of a hill station, listening to the dirge of cold evening… no worries of completing assignments on time, no tensions of growing up, no pain of broken promises…nothing…its just you and your best buddies…


Yeah!! I cannot forget the time I spent in Patnitop, a small hill station located in Udhampur district, on the way from Udhampur to Srinagar…the river Chenab flows in close proximity to its location…


Awesome place…and the best thing is that only a few people know of this obscure yet beautiful hill station…so there is no crowd of people, no one to disturb your moment of intimacy with nature… and when you see the sun rising behind the gigantic green mountain…it feels just like heaven…and I cant forget the masti we did there…n the nautanki at the hotel room….bakchodi at its best…lol


So don’t just sit there planning about the far off lands you always dreamt of going to …pick an old rucksack…catch up some old school friends…n leave your messy room…
Believe me, it will be a trip of your lifetime…

And if you are worried abut the money…then let go off that worry for some moment…coz memories are more precious than the money….these days will never come back again…and twenty years from now when you’d look back at the old pictures you’d say, “those were the best days of my life”… so try to make memories now…paise banane ke liye zindagi padi hai…


Well, I did burn few bucks for the trip…but it was worth it…

Assume it this way..

Ticket to Jammu –Rs 350….A cab to Patnitpop- Rs 3500….Stay at a hotel – Rs 900….
Miscellaneous expenses – Rs 200….Eating Maggie with your old school friends on top of a hill station…PRICELESS

There are something money cant buy….for everything else…well, there are parents.. ;)

(SH)IT HAPPENS ONLY IN INDIA

i hate 'em...i hate 'em all....i really hate those abysmal...blood sucking bastards... i hate the system of quota or reservations n people who have made it a part of our wretched up education system.... is merit not good enuf..huh!!! welcum to INDIA- the land of unfair opportunities...
S.C quota, O.B.C quota, women quota, sports quota, army quota,…I mean u just cant ignore them….why just they don’t focus on damn merit??
n guess what??? According to a new law passed by the supreme court…a S.C student cannot be expelled from I.I.T even after failing in exams…
Now maybe I am behaving like a dick right now…but am saying this because I have suffered the prejudice…believe me…its such a pain in ass to see your school mate walk away with admission in the top institution of the country.. just coz he belongs to some stupid S.C or O.B.C quota… yeah, he is the same person who always got poor grades than in you in school, has got the most stupid sense of humor, had all the privileges of life, lost virginity three years ago while you were busy slogging to get into the top notch institution…. You sacrificed everything…but what happens in the end?? The boy with “quota certificate” gets admission…while you are left behind…
Now this is the shit with India…where the deserving always loose out, where sinners are winners…it hurts so much n shatters your confidence…
I mean even after securing good marks in class 12th am stuck here… if I were a S.C candidate I’d hav been studying in SRCC…
Honestly speaking, I don’t think that things are goin to change in the near future…the only advice I can give myself is “keep fighting”…

O I MISS U...

(There is nothing more calming than sitting by my window and watching the rain drops falling on the window panes…I love rain…It reminds me of her)



... some summers are always lonely..
Some winters are always alone..
Still I sit by my window…
Listening to the raindrops…
And I wonder if its raining there..
Where ever you are, I hope you think of me..
..when it’s raining there..

WAITING FOR THE LIGHT

Hmmmm…have you ever wondered why were you born?? The reason of your genesis on this planet…well, I often think about it..and unfortunately I haven’t found the answer yet…The more I try to understand myself, the more I get confused…yeah, I guess am too stupid to know myself..but am not the only one…I know there are millions like me out there in this world…but who cares,huh!!
Even after living for 20 odd years am still a total stranger to myself…I still haven’t figured out what I want from life.. I am a very restless person…I like to engage in some kind of activity… I have varied intrests…I hate the monotony of doing same kinda work over n over again…I cant do a typical 9 to 9 job… I mean there is a part of me that wants to write, a part that wants to create music, a part that wants to see the world, a part that wants to study, a part that wants to paint….so, forcing myself in one kinda activity would kill off large parts off me…that,s why I play guitar, I write poetries, I study a lot, I make sketchings, I cry a lot n I laugh a a lot….in short I do everything I like to keep my mind aloof from the daily shits of life…
But am still haunted by the question, “Who am I”…I have traveled places, I have made some strange decisions (some stupid too), I gave up love, I accepted pain, I asked from fools, I asked from the sages…but none of them seemed to satisfy my heart.
People think they know me but they don’t…They only see what I want them to see…am still waiting for the light of enlightment…

am two person in one..
one happy one sad....
two sides of me..
one mad nd one glad..

there is only one side..
i try to let show....
my feelings inside..
the others dont know...

i m two person in one..
as strange as that sounds..
the real me inside...
no one has found...

DREAMBIG

Three idiots, three fuckin losers…call us whatever u want..I mean me, Nitish n Sabya…The three losers trying to find the meaning of life…we came here to own this city…instead the city owns us more than we own it….
Our life story sometimes remind me of Alok, Hari n Ryan…No, seriously…I mean we are 5 pointers, we all are struggling with our college life…we don’t have girlfrnd..(Nitish being an exception)…We hav loads of ideas without implementation…love has made our life hell…n every moment here reminds us how fucked up our life is…
But I still believe that someday or the other we’ll make it big in our life…the spark may have faded a bit but it’s not extinguished. DREAMBIG is still alive…it will always be alive….
All we need is a little push n we’ll rock it…
DREAMBIG ROX!!!!

KEEP OFF THE GRASS

Just finished reading “keep off the grass” by Karan Bajaj. Now it ain’t a must read novel or a splendid work. Perhaps its more of a Five point someone act on I.I.M’s… still I enjoyed reading this novel…largely coz of its dumbfound protagonist named, Samrat Ratan, an alumni of Yale who returns to study in India at I.I.M Bangalore and in search of his roots…the novel follows his misadventure and his two friends…
Nuthing special about the story…but I relate to it in my own way…I find quite a lot of similarity between me n Samrat…the way he thinks and his confusion about his self identity…reminds me of me. The dilemma faced by him in the story is very much the same that am facing over here in delhi…
Apart from this there is nothing much to boast about the novel…
I guess the author is even more cofused than I am…as Shinie Sarkar says, “its all cosmic conspiracy”…I dunno what conspiracy is waiting for me…