Hostel Account: Part 1

Living in a hostel for past 5 years, I myself find it quite strange that I have never really posted anything about my hostel. But come to think of it, I'm sure I can never put down in words the magic of my hostel days. I am not saying it was perfect like a fairy tale...living in a hostel had its own pitfalls, and some which can never really be apparent on the surface! But just recently I realised that what happened then, helped me a great deal in handling a particular incident now. I now know, had it not been for the experience of my hostel, I would have reacted in a completely different manner.

Anyways, I drifted away from my point. Today, I am venturing to write about a part of hostel, and a very important one - roommates. We were 3 of us in one room. Let me just take a moment here to state that if I were to go back in time and choose roommates again, I would still choose the same roommates again, knowing all the downfalls that are to come...but also knowing, that they were and still are so very precious to me! Not just because they form almost half of my memories of hostel, but also that they were the most honest & genuine friends, who were there for me when I needed it the most and deserved it the least!

There's this special closeness & bonding I felt with them every time I entered the room. I felt like talking to them. Anything, any crap, any damn thing. But I just wanted to speak to them something. I guess it happens, when you are with somebody a lot of the time. I controlled it often, because I could see them studying, doing work, etc. And yet I grabbed the first moment that I could to chat with them. And they did the same :)

I basically like to chatter a lot (which does not necessarily make me an extrovert as some people like to think!). And I have spent some amazing time chattering with them. We shared a lot with each other, from thoughts to clothes, from books to food, from jewellery to computers. From laughing-till-your-stomach-aches to getting-bored-and-talking-any-crap. From complimenting to bitching. From coffee to water. From maggi to chinese. From happiness to distress. Almost everything. And when we parted, it was like an end of an era. No. It was an end of an era! And I miss those days a lot!! :(

And I will cherish them for the rest of my life!!
God bless them. V & M-If you guys read this, Love you both!

Sayonara!

An interesting evening

Yesterday from around 6.45 pm I met about35 people whom I had never interacted with. Out of them 20 were completely new. And guess what I lasted :) and even enjoyed myself thoroughly. I think it's really fun to get to know new people, when you yourself don't keep any inhibitions/doubts/fears. I think its easy to find people interesting when you are least biased and very open to thoughts & ways which are different and unconventional(if I may) from yours! The key is not to judge and believe that people are actually nice and don't have sly intentions whatsoever!

Anyways, it was a very interesting evening and I loved it! :)

Sayonara!

How true!

It hurts to find out that what you wanted doesn't match what you dreamed it would be.

Little Bobby

Little Bobby came into the kitchen where his mother was making dinner.

His birthday was coming up and he thought this was a good time to tell
his mother what he wanted.

"Mom, I want a bike for my birthday."

Little Bobby was a bit of a troublemaker. He had gotten into trouble at
school and at home. Bobby's mother asked him if he thought he deserved
to get a bike for his birthday. Little Bobby, of course, thought he did.
Bobby's mother, being a Christian woman, wanted Bobby to reflect on his
behavior over the last year.

"Go to your room, Bobby, and think about how you have behaved this
year. Then write a letter to God and tell him why you deserve a bike for
your birthday."

Little Bobby stomped up the steps to his room and sat down to write God
a letter.

Letter 1
Dear God,
I have been a very good boy this year and I would like a bike for my
birthday. I want a red one.
Your friend, Bobby.

Bobby knew that this wasn't true. He had not been a very good boy this
year, so he tore up the letter and started over.

Letter 2
Dear God, This is your friend Bobby. I have been a good boy this year
and I would like a red bike for my birthday.
Thank you.
Your friend Bobby.

Bobby knew that this wasn't true either. So, he tore up the letter and
started again.

Letter 3
Dear God,
I have been an "OK "boy this year. I still would really like a bike for
my birthday.
Bobby

Bobby knew he could not send this letter to God either. So, Bobby wrote
a fourth letter.

Letter 4
God, I know I haven't been a good boy this year. I am very sorry. I will
be a good boy if you just send me a bike for my birthday. Please! Thank you,
Bobby

Bobby knew, even if it was true, this letter was not going to get him a
bike. Now, Bobby was very upset. He went downstairs and told his mom
that he wanted to go to church. Bobby's mother thought her plan had
worked, as Bobby looked very sad.

"Just be home in time for dinner,"

Bobby's mother told him. Bobby walked down the street to the church on
the corner. Little Bobby went into the church and up to the altar. He
looked around to see if anyone was there. Bobby bent down and picked up
a statue of the Virgin Mary. He slipped the statue under his shirt and
ran out of the church, down the street, into the house, and up to his
room. He shut the door to his room and sat down with a piece of paper
and a pen. Bobby began to write his letter to God.

Letter 5
God,
I'VE GOT YOUR MAMA. IF YOU WANT TO SEE HER AGAIN, SEND THE BIKE!
Signed,
YOU KNOW WHO

Something romantic...

No...I am not going to write any romantic, mushy stuff, so you can take that "Whaaa-Don't-tell-me!!" frown/expression off you face :)

Just found something while stumbling (which is reeaallly cool...try it!) in Firefox....Check it out -

http://dgrin.com/showthread.php?t=60134

Sayonara!

Calvin strikes again!!

And how...!!! :P

Questions!

These questions keep haunting me - what is love really? What is betrayal? Who defines what is that thin line between cheating and not cheating? Or does it just depend on your gut feeling? What do you do when you see yourself being exploited mentally, and see that the culprit has a clean conscience? What is over-reaction, really? Who defines it?
Does anybody have answers to these?

Sometimes I feel whatever is happening is all my fault! Sometimes I feel that, it is not so...
I don't think it's my fault. I will not let myself take the blame.

On a different and a happier note....I am still able to blog..Yaaaaay!!
Gawd..I have no idea what I'll do without it?!!
Here I can say whatever's bothering me, without worrying that it is going to judge me, advice me (sometimes I just need to let my heart out, w/o being consoled, told right from wrong etc.), or do anything!

Sayonara!

A bad news - They are mostly going to block blogging sites (along with checking mails, chat s/w's, and many other sites) in my company!
Booooo hooooooo hooooo :__(

Hence I may not be able to post something/anything for a long time!!

That makes me really really sad :(
My emotional/creative outlet blocked!!

Boo-hoo again!

My morning walk...

Yea that's right!! All those of you who think I'm a lazy bum....well, think again :) ! I am able to get myself enough motivated (thanks to increasing fat :( due to bloody software job) to get up most of the mornings and go for a brisk walk for around half an hour!

Anyways...enough with the touting! So this post is dedicated to that time of my life, when I'm completely alone, absolutely comfortable with myself (no matter how lousy I look!), more or less at peace, and having absolute fun doing my favorite thing. What is it, you ask? Observing people. Just observing! Its fun...try it sometime.

I see such wonderful things on my way to the park. Almost everyday I see many couples of different shapes and sizes and age, walking side by side. I see a father & son pair. I see a lady with two dogs - out of which, one of the dogs (a beautiful & plump Golden Retriever) is very old and walks/limps slowly behind. The other dog (I have no idea what it is, but it looks a lot like street dog) is very active & young, and is most of the times 10-12 steps ahead of these two. Oh ya, forgot to mention, no leash:) . But I always find the second dog wait for the other two at regular intervals before trotting off ahead again!I see another lady, quite small & chubby, with her golden Retriever talking to him in Marathi! And he actually gets what she says to him. I mean its sooo amazing!And ya here too no leash!

In the park I see many people walking, jogging, exercising, doing Yoga etc. It's encouraging! I see kids playing on the swings & slides. It's cute! I see retired people who have come there to exercise. Its inspiring! I see young college-going couples, probably who have come to meet each other under the pretext of exercising/walking. It's amusing!

A million thoughts are running in my mind while observing all this. I think about my future. Plan things about my life. I'm almost determined to have dog of my own! I plan myriad things about my future home. Whether I will be able to execute them or not is a different question. But I will never forget these amazing walks my entire life!

And the most amazing thing happened today. Before that to clarify some basics - my "brisk walk" is very rampant, something like a march-past done quite fast & rigorously! On my way back from the park, I saw a lady who was quite old, thin, standing on the side of the road wearing a neck-belt. She was probably doing her "bit" of exercise. Seeing me come she smiled. When I reached her she looked up and smiled and said "Ashich chaal ayushabhar!(Keep up this walk your entire life!)". I was so happy to hear what she said. It was euphric to see she's indirectly giving me her blessings. And it was the most amazing feeling that I had. I was verrrrrry happy!
Thank you Aaji! (Translation: Aaji = Granny)

I would have paired this with some snaps..but I forget every morning to take the camera. Will try to upload sometime :)

Sayonara!

Ignorance is bliss!

That is soooo true! Sometimes you are better off going till the end, not knowing a lot of "facts". I think our life is more of what we imagine it in our head to be, rather than what it really is. And I think it's better to go on in that if you are happy, rather than knowing the truth(which most of the times does absolutely nothing more than imparting hurt & pain & disillusionment & disappointment) cos even after knowing it, there's not much that you can do about it!

So come to think of it - two people who seem to be living together, are actually living in two different worlds which exist in their minds. And now just increase the count to three, four, millions! This world is actually a collection of tiny little worlds which are intertwined with each other. And each of us has many lives simultaneously, that we lead in our mind, as well as in others'.

Okay I don know anymore what I am talking about! :D

Sayonara!

The poet inside me!

I just can't write poems!I can't. And neither can I understand them, unless they are very, very straight-forward. And how some people can write long verses, understand complicated poetry with analogies, and comparisons is completely beyond me. The only poem that I have written once (they are four lines which rhyme!) was when I thought myself to be in love(!) in high school. Oh well...thats a biiiig load off my head after that confession! :) The one that says I can't understand/write poetry, not the high school love....du-uh...you've been there! :D

Cheers!

Music & Lyrics :D

I was never much into English music until last couple of years. But I still feel that they cannnnot, ever will not(!) compare with the peppiness, shoulder-bouncing-rhythm, spontaneity of dholaks & tablas in our songs. Or the heart-tearing-lyrics. Or the slow, soft, melodious music of Bansuri matched with words I can actually understand the first time I hear them. :)

But, this is of course my opinion! I'm sure many people will disagree and that too not too kindly :D

Some more rantings!

Yeah that's right! I'm feeling disgusted, churned up, just plain shitty to speak plainly. I know the reason. But I don't know how to put it right. I just don't. Have any of you ever felt that your life was so tangled up that it was very very impossible to untangle it, and when you try to do so, you are just tangling things up even more! Have any of you ever felt that, you just couldn't push yourself anymore and would like to just give everything up and walk away from it..you know..just walk away. I wanna do that. I just wanna feel free...feel there's no such thing like friendship, love, relationships to bind me. I mean yeah these things are necessary and important and blah blah blah...but I think they are just way too overrated! For once, I would just love to shrug my shoulders and say "I don't give a damn!". I wish I didn't have that stupid thing called conscience. I wish I was a little less sensitive. I think I'm too sensitive. Yeah, I overreact too.A lot.I wish I was a dumb ass who didn't not understand anything and was just too stupid to understand stuff like feelings, emotions etc. Hey...wait a minute I don't understand all that even now!I think I am a dumb ass!