108 Things I'll remember about MNNIT :D

1. First day @College: Excitement at its peak
2. The whole campus: GS,GW,FN,SEW,LH,NLH including all the halls, roof tops, terrace and stairs; well actually the gala time we had there!
3. Swagat 2K8 : Independence day!
4. Flying aeroplanes in class infront of the teacher: Hilarious 1st year memory
5. Get-togethers with seniors
6. Teeping/Taaping EG sheets
7. Successful massbunks in front of the teacher :P
8. Unsuccessful massbunks due to some attendance-addicted creatures (no offence)
9. Massbunk coordinators and the zaddozehad they had to do :P
10. Talking/Passing chits comfortably in class that too by being on 1st/2nd bench
11. Laughing on a matka’s gestures on his face and he asking “Aap log mere upar hans kyun rahe hain” :P
12. Your name wrongly pronounced by the teacher. Hell irritating man!!
13. The moment when a teacher’s mobile rings which has some Akshay-kumar/Govinda type of ringtone
14. Entering 10-25 minutes late into the class and still getting an entry :P. What a pride feeling, no?
15. Giving names to professors/batch mates; the list is way too large!
16. The moment when teacher says “Ye mujhe bhi nahi aata” :P
17. Sleeping in class with eyes wide open :Yawnnnn
18. Nodding to the teacher as if you’re really getting what’s actually going on: We’’re just too good at it!
19. When a teacher cracks a PJ and nobody laughs
20. Getting a secret pleasure when a teacher walks out of the class - after blasting the whole class on discipline
21. Getting branded as "the most indisciplined and naa padhne waali branch" by the entire faculty
22. Copying Practical file/Assignments just few minutes before the deadline
23. Enjoying the window-view when other members of your group are busy doing the practical :D
24. Manipulating the readings of an experiment to get the proper graph :P. Seldom did our “sircute”(read ‘circuit’) worked.
25. Vacants :blessings
26. Classes being cancelled :blessing in disguise
27. Cursing the guy who asks doubts
28. Last five minutes of a ridiculously boring lecture
29. Cursing the professor who continues teaching after the allotted time
30. Rushing to the water cooler after every lecture
31. Getting an SGPA of 9 when you are actually expecting 7 :) or vice versa :X
32. That ‘rich historical text’ engraved on benches/tables
33. Scribbling in your notes copy everything apart from what is being taught; from cartoons to poems
34. Photo-state shops during exam time (Engineering would not have been this easy without a Xerox machine :P)
35. Getting through a subject while not attending even its single class :P. You’ll be surprised to know that there were others who attended the class but couldn’t get through. *evil grin *
36. Making new theories in viva-voce and then being addressed with ‘honorable titles’ by our more-so-honorable professors :P
37. Cheating in exams-both karna and karana :P
38. Eating Chocolates/Polo/Centrefresh in class and dividing it into as many parts as the no. of chatore’s around
39. Participating in tech-fest and losing all :P
40. Participating in cultural-fest and winning some :D
41. Coordinating an event
42. Tapra-Bun Makhhan and kulhad mein adrak waali chai
43. Having jalebis @9 AM
44. GPL’s-kabhi bhi kahin bhi
45. “Happy Birthday’s”-Birthday wishes+Scrapbooks+Greeting Cards+Cake+Gifts
46. Treats-be it sumptuous dinner at restaurants or ‘ungli chaatne wala khana’ at dhabas
47. Trips especially the ‘travelling’ part
48. Bunking the class and outing with friends
49. College canteen: Be it Nescii ki coffee or Bikaner ki Crispy!
50. Antakshari in College Bus that too at top of the voice
51. Small little leisurely strolls-in or outside the campus
52. Aiwayi road trips
53. Girly Gossips :D :P
54. Tripling on scooty/Bike: The 3 Idiots
55. Power-cuts during exams :P :P
56. Photographs and photo sessions :D
57. Small-little fights and then the roothna-manana process
58. Group studies and suddenly diverting to a more interesting topic
59. Nite-outs
60. Facebook-ing: the innumerable groups you have to join,’status’ updates, and the weird stuff being shared
61. Culrav 2k12: Enticing is the word!
62. CDC:Kyunki accha lagta hai :)
63. Eating magi from a plate shared by six other girls
64. Getting shocked when you have attendance shortage and it’s on public domain and you’re the only girl in the list
65. Power-cuts in labs especially when the circuit wasn’t working
66. Talking to your single girl pals about the dearth of "accha ladka log" in campus vicinity :P :P
67. Teasing non-single souls about their better halves.
68. Teasing friends for their crushes and calling their names aloud when they are passing by :D
69. Teasing friends in the name of guys whom they hate the most :P
70. Getting awesome compliments from random people :P :D
71. Mimic-ing all the teachers - the good and the bad
72. The day CTs/Endsems get over
73. Texting in class
74. Listening to the ‘interesting’ conversation of the bench behind or the bench infront
75. Roommates/Blockmates/Wingmates and the perfect bond we share :D
76. Hostel mess: the kharaab khana, the accha khana and the 'espaesal' khana plus the crowd at the hostel canteen
77. Hostel courtyard: a place to eat, sing, dance, study, play, walk and talk
78. Sharing things be it T-shirts, Shoes or Study material
79. Exclusive celebrations in hostel be it lohri,holi or diwali
80. Sayonara: the extensive preparations followed by unlimited masti
81. Playing cards late night in hostel
82. Practice sessions during culturals
83. Those movies/serials we saw together
84. Our special slogans: yai hai,yai h; sab lite hai ;Aaooo Aaooo; gangu bai, Ek do teen chaar-band karo ye atyaachar :P…… etc & etc
85. Those totally baseless stupidest conversations/adventures with friends : kyunki pagalpanti bhi zaroori hai :) followed by incredible pet-mein-dard-karane -waale-aankhon -se-aansoo-nikalne-waale laughter sessions
86. Basky Court: dhoop mein basketball khelne ka bhi apna maza hota hai  :)
87. Exhaustive shopping cum window shopping :P :P
88. Day dreaming/Planning about our obscure future
89. Hooting :anywhere, everywhere :P
90. Project Presentation mein apni ‘udwana’ no matter you worked for 2 hours or 2 months: ghor beizatti :P
91. The one and only Protest we witnessed followed by sleeping on road with thousand others :P
92. Making spunky videos of professors teaching in class :P
93. Clicking in class :)
94. Branch T-shirts: Awesomeness :D
95. MP hall ki raunak during fests
96. Playing songs on loudspeaker and then dancing like mads :D
97. Excitement-filled hours long Packing for home :D
98. The day results are out and ‘Next semester mein bhi nahi padhenge ‘ attitude
99. That entirely new vocab we learnt here :P
100. Those times when you fell ill and were overwhelmingly taken care off
101. Wo log jo dasste hain :P
102. Voice modulations in class: azeebogareeb aawaaz nikalna and taali bajana thing :D
103. TPO: much thanks!
104. Bucket Party after placement :D
105. The company you are placed in: First job is indeed special!
106. That moment when your besties got the job
107. Souvenir: getting/giving nicknames was way too funny.

          And last but undoubtedly the greatest:


 108.  The best-est buddies(read 'FRIENDS for LIFETIME') we earned here with whom we have lived all above and much much much more :)



PS 1:Rukhsat 2k12-in waiting :)
PS 2:There are umpteenth other moments.Everything cannot be shared. :P
PS 3:Thank you PM and SB for helping me with this list :)
PS 4: Do leave your comments :)

I wish to hear a love story...

I wish to hear a love story. Real. Simple. Pure. A love story which did not just happened out of mere need or want or even passion but was delicately destined in the womb of the universe. A story which is more beautiful than God’s finest creations-rains, stars, butterflies, roses and rainbows. A story which is its own exemplary, into this earth but just out of this world! A story which does not tells about love at first sight. Instead portrays how it lasted till the last breath. A story where there is no separation or dying together but undying togetherness and a longing to live more (obviously until God’s own will). A real story which is dreamier than all the alluring dreams there could ever be. I wish to hear such a love story where two hearts are glued with utmost honesty and mutual respect. A story whose essence can ne’er be captured by camera or woven into words. A story where there’s no first, second or last but one, just one –a ‘one man woman’ and a ‘one woman man’ ideally made for each other. A story where love reflects care and care reflects love. A story where the relationship is above any earthly thought or material desires. A story where pain of one trickles down through the eyes of other, bliss of one doubly shimmers on the lips of other. A story where life itself is a romantic song and living is dancing to the tunes of it. I wish to hear a love story where charm at 59 is more imposing than that at 21. A story where there is a silent promise of being always there and an implicit commitment for other’s well-being. A story where the two laugh together, play together, dance together, sing together, dream together, work together, eat together, pray together………live together ………in resonance. A story which talks of love between two very beautiful people(beautiful you know?) swinging in the sea of love adorned with islands of trust, innocence, wisdom, compassion, understanding and everything angelic you can think of. I wish to hear such a story where even knowing the two lovers can bring you close to your own love. A story which can rekindle your faith in humanity. A story which can wet your eyes and distill your heart. A story which can strike few chords of your inside violin. A story where two splendid souls make a perfect couple and you fall in love with the duo. A story which is not a matter of few minutes or hours or even years but starts from forever and lasts till eternity. A story which every guy or girl would wish to be his or hers. A story where the benevolence of two is not only limited to them but to everyone around. Yes a story about two good people in the best of intimacies.

           

                     In the current bad-new-times I wish to hear such a love story……….I really wish……………!

Few illustrations....on living!

-        Rohan has always inherited his elder brother’s books, clothes and even toys. Seldom is it that he gets a new one owing to financial crisis in the family. But ne’er has he lodged a complaint. In fact he welcomes every ‘change’ with a broadened smile and (seemingly) enthused attitude.

-        Yesterday was Mr. and Mrs. Mathur’s 25^th wedding anniversary. To no doubts there wasn’t any celebration except that the couple went to a temple and Aarti prepared ‘Matar-Paneer’ for dinner. It’s their eldest (of the three) daughter’s marriage in a month. Lots of work pending. Mr. Mathur’s eyes gleam with an echoing contentment as he espies the white, shiny, newly purchased i20 in his verandah (the only four-wheeler). Yes, the one he is gifting to his daughter. He (with his family) had let go umpteenth small little pleasures, everybody knows, for the big day.

-        Radhika started tailoring in her house a year ago. Now she gets enough orders that can suitably finance food for her family, books for her two children, clothes twice a year and may be a little more sometimes. Her husband was a security guard in some agency. But after a rigorous accident he couldn’t stand on both legs and was obviously thrown out of the job. Though he tried various other options but nothing really worked. Frustrated, he cursed his disability destiny. It was then that Radhika took the responsibility. And she is doing pretty well today. Shyam,................. her husband, does the household chores. Though Radhika insisted she’ll manage but he never allows her except to do the dishes. Laxmi helps her father in the kitchen when she is done with her homework and daily studies. Shyam also does all the outside work. He often goes to the market to get grocery and stuff….stationary and toffees for the kids and not to forget…………colorful threads ………… and beautiful bindis ………………..for his wife.

-        Simran has just typed her resignation letter. Her husband works in a reputed MNC in Bangalore and has a handsome package. Simran also worked in a software company in Pune. Nah, not for riches but she was ambitious like many others and wanted to make it big. Recently she has been blessed with twins. There’s no one in the relations except her father-in-law. ‘Family comes first’, she understands. ‘May be some other time’.

-        Aayesha had to settle for a mediocre college, though she knows she deserved better; Paras couldn’t get into his dream company; Reehan lost in the battle of love…..but today ……………………they all have "moved on" in life! ………….”It just ain't possible to explain some things.  It's interesting to wonder on them and do some speculation, but the main thing is you have to accept it--take it for what it is, and get on with your growing.”(Jim Dodge)

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Life is less about Stars,Butterflies and Rainbows …………..and more about Compromises, Adjustments........ and Acceptance!

PS:Illustrations are all real.However names are randomly chosen.Please overlook.

A November night

It was a quiescent November night. Cold and murky. I was standing by my window in my most comfortable attires. The not-so-notorious clouds had bedimmed the gems of the sky .Not even a single star could be spotted in the ambit of my pertinent vision. The milieu was all motionless, dormant. ’Twas as if nature too was slipping slowly under the masquerade of darkness akin to its people who were already in slumber land. There was no gushing of winds, no chirping of birds, no rustling of leaves, no twinkling of stars, no noise off-lying, no, absolutely nothing! Despite there was a unique harmony in the atmosphere, an unusual luster in the sky and a magical symphony in the silence.

 The street lamps were lit in the wake of travelers if any .But, in vain. The roads were all deserted. However the warmth of their yellow lightning was quite soothing to their sole spectator. The only movement was of my eyeballs scanning the whole surrounding. And the only clamor was of the transaction of oxygen and carbon dioxide my lungs were monitoring. Surprisingly my mind as well as heart was dried of thoughts. No dreams. No planning. No to-do-lists. There were no regrets from the day before and no expectations from the day after. There was no yearning to fly high and touch the sky. But …………..a natural, involuntary wish to just walk……..walk endlessly barefoot on the road ………….and to feel and see and stare and listen….anything….perchance everything.

Sigh!

My Dream Job(s)

It all began when I was in I-D and had to write an essay on 'My Class Teacher '. Surprisingly,for the first time I got a full star on it.Since then‘Teacher-Teacher’ (and not 'Ghar-Ghar') was my favorite game and I earnestly wanted to be one. I was hell excited to write ’very poor’ in the copy of my students ,to scold them and make them stand on their bench and to take them for picnic in ‘Hathi Park’(revenge you know,revenge :P). The other reason was that I’ll get to wear my mom’s high heels, beautiful sarees and can even use her makeup kit. *wink*

But then unfortunately, in a year or two(class III or IV) my love for cakes and pastries and chocolates out weighted my earlier zest. It was when my mom denied me a pack of chocolates saying ‘Daant kharab ho jaayenge” and on the spot I decided to own a Bakery shop one day.I often pictured myself supping blackforests and temptations all day long. (Slurp! Slurp!) When I told about my 'dream project' to my uncle he explained (after LOL-ing) how I’ll be at loss and that one day I’ll run out of money to buy more stuff for my shop. The clever me had an intelligent solution to the big problem-“Papa is always there, no?”But bade log ........ bade log. He put forth “Why not do something else, earn enough money and buy yourself lavishly all what you desire?” Well, how in the world could you win an argument with a stubborn child?(I mean you don't need to study more for being a shopkeeper plus you'll get to eat so many mouth-watering things whenever desired plus you can have TV in your shop to watch Pogo all time plus you can have holidays anytime every-time and blah blah blah).Poor Uncle Scrooge!

All thanks to DD-1 for diverting my mind. During those days (class IV or V) it featured one serial called ‘Aarohan’ which had Pallavi Joshi as a Navy cadet. I followed it strictly. Her ‘Washing powder Nirma’ washed ultra white uniform, smart looks, never-give-up attitude and stern patriotism intrigued me to be like her. The blue waters and the mighty ships were no less captivating. Opposite to Pallavi was a handsome hunk who was an air force pilot. He was so damn cute.His eyes, OMG what brilliance they had.Ummn…but soon the series ended. Studies began. My childhood fascination was thrown into a deep slumber. Slowly and steadily I forgot him, I mean Pallavi joshi…ehh…I mean ‘navy-mania’. The only thing I remembered then was that chemical formula of water is H2O.Whatever!

The intelligent me soon realized that I had to earn enough money(something like 30 thousand 40 crores 25 arabs 19 thousand 2 hundred 63 billions and 55 rupees :P) to meet all basic necessities of life- roti,kapda aur makan internet, shopping and bank balance. Nonetheless the frequency and range of my ‘Dream jobs’ was apparently quite high. It varied from tourist guide to bank manager, from pilot to interior designer and from astronaut to astrologer. It kept changing and changing until I landed on the highly overrated ‘High school’ landmark. At this stage I don’t know from when, where and how I came to know that I have to be an Engineer IITian and should struggle hard for the same in 10+2. But,in vain.(No,no regrets today!!)

As to this date,  I’m on the verge of being graduated as a “Bachelor of Technology’( a non-IITian to be more specific),that too placed in a business firm. :D

It’s like,
‘Many’ roads diverged in a wood
I took the one ‘most’ travelled by
& Still thinking to make the ‘difference’!!.....:)

Did I told ya that my un-dear and dear ones always had a feeling that most likely I would be a doctor. I wish they knew that it takes me around half-an-hour to intake one 250mg tablet that too with a bottle of water and a packet of chips! Heha!!

So this was the whole twined transition.God bless my unstable mind.Howbeit,a happy heart is all that matters in the end,no?

~keep smiling