a familiar lappy, a familiar room, a familiar dim white light, and three very special people. there are innumerable thoughts running around in my head- too fast to catch hold of. there is so much i want to say and yet suddenly i do not know how to put them into words. it is such a beautiful moment... this one. we are here. one hour and things will change. change forever. and i know... all those plans we made in all those lachchha sessions will remain plans, but we wont forget them, will we?

A leaf is lying on the ground, detached from the tree. Another one falls, right on top of it. And a third one, a few metres away.
Now the question is, do they have the memory of ever being up there, together??? 

Of Sunny Faces on Rainy Days

And it's raining happiness. It's flooded- literally. And there are happy rainbows arching all the way across the water-painted sky. The sun peeping from behind the golden cloud chariot as if to marvel at its own creation.
And then there are happy faces. Not just smiling, but happy; like those bright umbrellas skipping across the water puddles.
When I woke up today morning, I didn't think I would like the day. Strange that it should end with me loving it so much.

He hauled the wounded over his shoulder. He had been shot, the precious diamond in his pocket. Many lives had been lost in pursuit of that dirty stone, women raped, children maimed. Amid gunshots and bombings they had travelled miles to find it.They met rebel child soldiers and slayed them. He killed the colonel who was sponsoring him in his search of the stone and who had them at gun point minutes ago. With a whole nation comprising of refugees and rebels, everyone wanted the stones. They would betray friends for it, take hundreds of lives in cold blood. It was amidst all this that they had set in search of this jewel.One was making the other find it in exchange for the safety of his family. They eventually found it,a stone for one and a son for the other.And then the first one was shot, the precious diamond in his pocket. The other saw he had been wounded. He moved towards him, emotionless. He could  have the diamond and his son both. You hope he
doesn't kill him for the stone. You've seen all the blood shed over it and you can't take it any more.You long for a glimpse of humanity and kindness. You can't accept there is no goodness in the world. You pray silently...please don't do this.
And just when you are about to lose all faith in mankind, he hauls him over his shoulder and tries to take him to safety.

Office Office!

I  realized that I haven't written much  lately. About Pilani. About Baroda. About Surat. Or about PS. Most of my school friends think that I am in Baroda now (I wish I was, sometimes, at night), courtesy- my forever ramblings about meeting everyone, but I am still happily perched in Surat.

Pilani is like a comfort zone for me. Was actually. Now, I somehow find Pilani too familiar for my liking. Two long years in that little place. Okay, I go off-topic again but you get where this is going. I had been itching for a change of place. And PS brought it- Surat. Yeah. What was I talking about... hmm, ya, my PS(office)

My office is a strange place. There are days when I feel good walking into the building (these days are usually Fridays), and then there are days when I have this awful knot in my stomach and an unmanageable burden on my shoulders, head and feet (courtesy-laptop, and my "commitment to safety"-helmet and shoes) which makes taking every tiny step towards the place a Herculean task. These days are mostly Mondays.

I had never expected PS to be as much fun as college. Or perhaps more. Apart from the very close buddies I had already knew before coming for PS, my expectations were never sky-high. I just hoped to meet a few interesting people, make friends and learn few things. I had not expected I would bump into other people at the workplace who would be “cool” too.

But fortunately, this is exactly what happened.

I mean, we are all the same. The five of us. We all have grown up listening to Enrique and summer of ’69 in our teens, and watching English sit-coms & movies and listening to rock bands in college. We all have had the same courses over the last two years and we all appreciate and identify with the same level of technical and Sheldon-type jokes. And we’re all BITSians. Ofcourse.

How much ever they tease me about "sexy solenoids", "memory valves", or for being a GHOT. Whatever they say about me being a diplomat or dreaming about IDCTs. About “kar sakte hai….”. Or about my dabba Thinkpad. I’m pretty sure I have the best possible PS-mates ever. My BF and FFs. Sach mein.

Just the other day, we were discussing how the cast of Badmaash Company resembles us. Seth-the funky Ansari who sends the rest four to Bangkok.  Me-Bulbul, the small town girl. Bajaj-the alcoholic chinki, Zing, who hails from Sikkim, but is a true Bombay-ite by nature. Arjun- the womanizer Chandu. And Shashank-the ambitious Karan, jo saare galat kaam karta hai!

I am at home now. I will meet them the day after tomorrow. But still, I am missing Surat and PS terribly. I’m so used to being there.

Come, Monday, come.

Come fast!

Its all about the "passion"...

When Mahata blushes while strongly denying something and gets unnecessarily defensive about it… she is lying. Jobless as usual, we were teasing her one day about Shanky. And the reaction I got, left me shocked. I have known this girl for quite sometime now. She has always been very open about her crushes… a little too open to be frank. And here she was… lying about Shanky! It was only then that I realized how serious the situation was.

Newly in love, both of them were acting silly… at least Mahata was. Well… blah blah blah… “Love in Hazira” it was. The rest as they say is history. The two lovebirds now dote on each other for every insignificant thing.

As for the rest of us… I guess we are all dying to go back on campus… dying for the “our” treat… dying for the moment when we will catch them in a dark corner in Shiv-G getting all mushy.

@the lovebirds: Congrats guys! Stick to each other… we all want to see Ishan, Vivan, and Rihan running around with Kutush and Gabru Mushtand! :P
@shatEEE: < flowers and chocolates for you> I hope you will survive through your 3rd year.

Futile efforts

It's a Sunday afternoon. I am sitting in my room doing nothing, when Su comes in.

"What are you doing Nils?"

"Nothing really... planning to take a bath today!"

"I have already taken one... like a good girl. By the way, I decided something while taking a bath today!"

I knew she was waiting for the "what". So I obliged. "WHAT??"

"I have decided to crush my crush on HIM...", she proclaimed with a strong nod.

"Ya.. right... just that the next time you see HIM somewhere on campus you will start blushing...", I teased.

"This time I won't! Just wait and watch!", she protested vehemently.

Needless to say, the conversation continued with me teasing her and she trying her best not to blush.

It's Monday morning. I am sitting in some tut class trying my best not to draw cartoons in my notebook but failing terribly. My cell phone beeps.

1 message received. It's from Su...

"Guess what? HE is in my repwri tut! :) :) :)"

She was blushing... and we all know it.