Dilon mein tum apni betabiyaan leke chal rahe ho,

 Toh zinda ho tum.
 Nazar mein khwabon ki bijliyaan leke chal rahe ho,
 Toh zinda ho tum.

 Hawa ke jhonkon ke jaise azad rehna seekho,
 Tum ek dariya ke jaise lehron mein behna seekho;
 Har ek lamhe se tum milo khole apni baahein,
 Har ek pal ik naya samaan dekhein yeh nigaahein.

 Jo apni aankhon mein hairaniyaan leke chal rahe ho,
 Toh zinda ho tum.
 Dilon mein tum apni betabiyaan leke chal rahe ho,
 Toh zinda ho tum.

-Javed Akhtar, Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara

P.S. Surekha Bhanot Ma'am recited it in the second semester MB farewell for the batch of 2008

Butterscotch and Blackcurrent!

Two great flavours. Each unique in its own way.

The beauty of butterscotch lies in it being universally loved. One could have it Monday to Friday and love it equally each day of the week! Blackcurrent on the other hand is an unconventional choice and has its own secret charm!

Su had found them long back. I found them today.

It was obvious. Undeniable.

Of Opportunities and Conveniences

1-2. EG classes. We had devised this brilliant theory about the 'opportunities and conveniences' that were offered by Su's seat in LTC with respect to a certain Mr. Thakkar's seat. We always found ourselves the perfect place to sit, quite like Sheldon's OCD to sit in his.

Today, when I think about it, I realize its greater implications. Here we are all (most of us), at one of life's crossroads, beaten down to make a choice. Lying down in bed every night, I desperately try to find a balance between the opportunities and the conveniences that my options have to offer. I fail to figure out. I fail to make sense of my thoughts. They keep contradicting each other endlessly, until I decide to leave them at it and go to sleep.

I wish it was easier. But as they say, nothing worth having comes easy! And so I tell myself too.
We shall see what comes, and we shall make lemonade out of those lemons!

To Crush or Not To Crush

So much crushing everywhere! So much hotness, cuteness, and pure awesomeness in twelve hours. Way more than this weak heart can handle!

Can anyone die of a crush overdose? I wonder.

From first year to fourth year. From Pilani to Bangalore. The question remains eternally unanswered. There comes a point in every crushing phase where one decides whether to nip it in the bud or to let it bloom. And once the crush has flowered, the mind hovers over it like a silly little butterfly.

And so just when I had decided that my biggest crush was no longer my biggest crush, he returned in all his glory. As if to reclaim the crown that shall eternally belong to him!