2005-06

I love the “wo lamhe” track from the movie ZEHER.. its better than the original track..

Missing some moments.. I was in Delhi for a year to take coaching for getting into this crap… this movie was released during those days.. I never watched the movie.. but its songs were always a stress busters during those sleepless and frustrating nights!! Used to sit amidst millions of book, surrounded by trillions of problems and 0 solutions!!!! Nostalgic moments..

It was 53-D..the preliminary for……some indelible episodes.. of life..

Each night we used to be awake till 3 or 4am!! Khushboo used to come in my room for some jokes!!(the PJs!!) we used to laugh like mads.. and tommy k papa used to shout from his house!! Once so happened Deepak bhaiya called up on the intercom at 3.30am or so to say..”shramana ko dheere hasne bolo plz” I continued laughing and ended up in tears!!!!

Had a boys PG just behind ours!! They always used to mimic us,I remember!! But we never showed any interest..(they were not worth showing,NON-AAKASHIANS ,u see!!) pradyumn and ajit used to live nearby.. with pradyumn shouting rubbish at 4 in the morning!!(nishu isme meri koi galti nahi thi yaar!!)

Remember had bhupesh bhaiya doing all the domestic works.. His mother was a maniac. She was allowed to stay in Deepak bhaiya’s house. In return she had to was the students’ clothes.. and his son did all the Tiffin delivering works.. Felt sorry a number of times.. But what could we do! Deepak bhaiya was a !@!#$$%#...grrrrrr

I remember sumit..(the MR)he used to stay in the ground floor…mr. attitude.. don’t know what he used to think about himself..

Abhishek’s PG was a bit far from ours..but still he didn’t miss khushboo k haath ka bana hua MAGGI!! And mr. padhaku(@NISHU) also was a part of that.. we four were a group.. we have spent very limited moments together.. but those were for eternity..

AAKASH was not very far from our PG..Classes were very good. Teachers were an epitome of knowledge.. Still regret for not having CHAWLA ma’am..but AGRAWAL sir and BOTANY sir were too much as the compensation.. They are…. GOD!!!!

Never got a chance to revisit them after I got into medical.. Wish I meet them someday. Want to thank them selflessly..

Three years have passed that experience. I hate Delhi.. People are merciless over there I know..

But I don’t know why I still miss the RAJMA CHAWAL..

I still miss the rickshaw trip to the UTI atm..

I still miss the achhe wale uncle ka shop in the shopping market…

I still miss the JUICE centre…

I still miss the fights and going-to-archies for a sorry card thing..

I still miss peeping into shavya lamba’s house..

I still miss the evening walk in the park..

I still miss visiting the Thursday market..

I still miss DC..

I still miss Mc D at the PVR..

And the most I MISS that chaar lagaon ka adda!!!!!!!!

Wo lamhe ,

wo baatein koi na jaane…

ye kaisi raatein…. Barsaatein…

wo bheegi bheegi yaadein…

Perhaps this is the most ideal song at this moment…

Some secrets are still under covers….they have mummified..

I care..

My net sucks!!i just hate it..i wanted to post this on 24th feb itself..but thanks to my net!!
Was having another journey from howrah to singrauli(this is where I get down..). was alone. it was ac 3 tier..was hoping for some shahid type guy to land.(.courtesy :jab we met
PS-however it never happens!!)
I was in the top berth..was very busy with my new book(Above Average. the only book that I bought from book fair)
It was 9.30. I was planning to have my dinner.. All of a sudden saw some people crowded,a part of the chaos, beneath my seat. There was an uncle in orange t-shirt and an elderly lady .she was alertly searching something.. sideways below there was this person.he was a surd..(let him be MR. A) I didn’t understand what was going on as the volume of my ipod overrid the conversation..i paused for a minute or two.. understood that A was shifting to the (uncomfortable) middle berth.diagonally my seat..to exchange his seat with that lady. She blessed A. I felt nice and resumed to my song..
That orange t-shirt uncle brought his wife, who appeared sick. She was to be shifted in that seat..actually. She was very delightful having got a lower berth. After my failed efforts of preventing myself to be the part of that discussions, I ended up in asking “do you have a fracture at your back???” I saw the belt she was wearing.. Ma used to wear it also after her fracture.. She replied “no, its an infection..” wasn’t able to hear the name clearly. After having her settled, the atmosphere was quiet now..

I was in a new confusion..my temperament was telling my mind of THANKING “A” for his sweet gesture..i thought.. a mere appreciation would encourage him further for doing these small chores which really matter a lot..this was what my conscience said.. but my hidden fears made its entry…I started thinking.. what if the other passengers started thinking that I was flirting?? After all I was alone.. What if mr. “A” himself thought the same?? What if I made a fool of myself?? What if….
Erroneous questions started a turmoil inside my head..
Tired and exhausted I felt asleep….my hidden fears had already won over my conscience. It was celebrating its triumph in peace..

Next morning.. I saw the empty middle berth.. I realized how I prevented myself from adding fuel to the lamp of reverence ..

I wish one day we are able to curb all the fears and interact freely with all..it induces unity within us….
‘JAY HO!!’