The day has come when I pay a tribute to one of the most beautiful time of my life.. Remember when the small little eyes and also a small little nose opened came into this world with aspirations of others to be the doctor in moms eyes and a computer engineer in dads eyes.. But this lil girl had something else, some thing
beyond what others had thought but ofcorse a crazy mind to be a SCIENTIST. Well who said you can't dream , you are a fool if you don't coz then you will never get an opportunity share the stories of your life.. Getting up every morning in the chill of kathmandu, rushing for school in an embarrasing state ;-), gettting calls from unlimited guys and to make sure that
dad doesn't know , put the ringer off..
Spending nights with bade bhai to ensure that next day would be a phd in music and creating music encyclopedia to make sure that nothing has been given a miss.. Playing all sort of games and passion to the level, making us change our clothes to ensure a win in hide n seek.. Standing on the tank and trying hard to get on
the cycle but ooouch - I just fell.. The scars are fresh in mind to remind me of the hard learning to roll the two tyres on the floor and at the same time balancing the body weight ;-)..
Gettting up everymorning and waking up others as well to go to the school not for the tutions but to win the one minute game at the "Morning Glory Amazing Race" track created by one and only us - reserved by the cyclists of teku.
Waiting for as many nepal bandhs to make sure all the heart to heart talks go smoothly at the next building room with the childi girlies.. Code words like maths definitely proved us to be so smart that even golu could understand..:-( but that dint stop us from sharing, when would the art and craft class
play its role to ensure the strong bond of friendship and that's when we created the match box telephone - an antique creation between 2 buildings absolutely harmless and battery less unlike this world modern gadget..
Two hours of loadshedding on tuesdays and thursdays - most awaited to get collected at the terrace and feel the serene breeze of the beautiful valley
touch the skin and be remembered for the rest of the life. Making the revive tents on the terrace and cooking maggie inside the tent.... Celebrating Diwali with a full banf.. Limited crackers , its division and then heating them in the sun to ensure a full blast.. Saving each dust of the Barud and collecting in the hajmola bottle - a nuclear creation by us.. also led to a disaster.. "we are sorry mony" and despite the help , running away from the situation like there is no responsibility and eating gobhi parathas at Rupy's place... - what a rescue...
beyond what others had thought but ofcorse a crazy mind to be a SCIENTIST. Well who said you can't dream , you are a fool if you don't coz then you will never get an opportunity share the stories of your life.. Getting up every morning in the chill of kathmandu, rushing for school in an embarrasing state ;-), gettting calls from unlimited guys and to make sure that
dad doesn't know , put the ringer off..
Spending nights with bade bhai to ensure that next day would be a phd in music and creating music encyclopedia to make sure that nothing has been given a miss.. Playing all sort of games and passion to the level, making us change our clothes to ensure a win in hide n seek.. Standing on the tank and trying hard to get on
the cycle but ooouch - I just fell.. The scars are fresh in mind to remind me of the hard learning to roll the two tyres on the floor and at the same time balancing the body weight ;-)..
Gettting up everymorning and waking up others as well to go to the school not for the tutions but to win the one minute game at the "Morning Glory Amazing Race" track created by one and only us - reserved by the cyclists of teku.
Waiting for as many nepal bandhs to make sure all the heart to heart talks go smoothly at the next building room with the childi girlies.. Code words like maths definitely proved us to be so smart that even golu could understand..:-( but that dint stop us from sharing, when would the art and craft class
play its role to ensure the strong bond of friendship and that's when we created the match box telephone - an antique creation between 2 buildings absolutely harmless and battery less unlike this world modern gadget..
Two hours of loadshedding on tuesdays and thursdays - most awaited to get collected at the terrace and feel the serene breeze of the beautiful valley
touch the skin and be remembered for the rest of the life. Making the revive tents on the terrace and cooking maggie inside the tent.... Celebrating Diwali with a full banf.. Limited crackers , its division and then heating them in the sun to ensure a full blast.. Saving each dust of the Barud and collecting in the hajmola bottle - a nuclear creation by us.. also led to a disaster.. "we are sorry mony" and despite the help , running away from the situation like there is no responsibility and eating gobhi parathas at Rupy's place... - what a rescue...
The festival of colour was no less... excited the whole week to fill the baloons and wait for the d day to come and throw on everybody , our own set of bucket. Playing with zeal and enthusiasm , no worry of the house getting dirty or whatsoever, just play play and play....
After the bits and pits of these fun came the hostel time...tough life but full of fun and frolic.. live life on your own.. Do all the illegal stuff of making maggi , stealing chappatis from the mess and heating the ready to eat veggies to enjoy the hot afternoon lunch... Going up on the terrace to make sure that the network option on the mobile reaches some heights.. Hide under the table for the morning 5'o clock sports and get away with it with the help of any medical excuse.. all was possible... Chilling all night long and getting the exam blues in the morning yet managing to get the best. Life absolutely on the self will and self being the queen with no body to command , order or say anything.. Flying like a free bird where the wings gave the direction and not tht stick asking me to follow.
Danced my way all over the place.. Stayed out of the hostel all night and practiced for some upcoming functions.. some of the favourites to always take care of so nothing to worry. Life is as smooth as an icecream where no responsibility, no hang ups and just nothing to worry about, coz there is always someone behind to take care of that department...
College fun is a different.. sneaking out at nights to pay a visit to the new rock band coming to the city, Going to claridges at the middle of the night just to eat paan.. Paying bribe to the BAI for the custody of the keys to allow ourself of everything that was posssible... Moving out at 10 pm , desperate to watch a movie whether it was a long 3 hour marathon where rani mukherjee could not stop crying.. Waiting for weekend and cousins to come up for the latest party at "elevate" - the most happening club at that time and playing the atif aslam track n- Hum Kissi Galli Ja rahe hain and the Skoda Sunroofff at 4 am.... wow its an ultimate feeling..... Miss those days a lot but the fact that when i look back i feel proud that i had them at some point of life...
Hoping from on city to another and being called the universal citizen... chilling out at noida the most and going for overnight movies where i cudnt stop sleeping... Early morning tutions and getting depressed before the exams and running to m block to have momos and sharing the pain of not being able to study continued.... Dance practices all night continuing till morning and volley ball matches all accross the city.. what a time... Just play, dance and party... worries about the future and what are we gonna make of ourselves - whether its the iims or some ad firm or may be something else not at all thought of... tensions all around...
Then came the city of Mumbai , the city i Loved and respected for all that it does for its people and the safety of its people.. The city that never sleeps and make sure that even you dont sleep before its the time to realise that the next day is also working and not a holiday.. place where i met all the celebrities and organised shows with them... Stayed up all night long to manage and make sure the event takes off well.. Endless calls and co-ordination.. The league of house parties began and now the clubs were a cliche... We learned new way of having fun and spending quality time with the associates.... No tension of the drink and drive policy as you end up spending the whole night talking and bitching anf gossiping and dancing ..... endless stories... Making late night presentations and last minute google searches... absolute confident presenations and walked out with flying colours.. the whole class applied and only 4 students to get a chance to work with the channel "ZOOM".. practiced interview all through the day and night and finally got into the dream project... Went out for events, met the biggies and tried to understand them and their lifestyles..... People have real big monies... showing off the Identity card to get entry at any of the glitterati gates and visit the most glamorous events...
Its never over till the time you have finally done your MBA ;-).. extended years of joy and happiness... Classes till eternity and then the chocolate sandwitch at subhash.. Samosa with al lot of butter... gulshan ki chai and parle G a daily ritual at 4pm.. Star fruit and the street kabuliwals being the favourites to kill the class boredom..Taking ages to decide where to go after the last class and still deciding but that doesnt matter how ever long you take because the time is all yours.. Attending the conferences by bodhi roy on personality development and placement assurance - don know whether he ensured a company placement or life placement well for me the latter worked ;-).. Not that it was his contribution , it was all about the long friendship that eventually took a turn and led me to write this blog because now its that time of life when next morning i will not be waking up at y hose but at his house, the wake up time is not going to be mine but under the pressure of responsibility , time when im not sneaking but go out with proper permission and come back with a deadline, where tutions have no space and the vellagiri will not even come closer to me..
the stories of the golden period are endless................
This post is a tribute to my bachelorwood and salute to all the fun tension free vellagiri non responsive life..........
