SWEET NOVEMBER-ONLY TIME

Recently I watched this movie, Sweet November. I was not able to see the movie in one go, watching one part first and then the next part and so on. I especially liked this song that I ve put here, jsut liked it in the first few seconds...nice soft music to ears and a wonderful lyrics. http://in.youtube.com/watch?v=qy7dQQZF26o&NR=1


Who can say where the road goes,
Where the day flows?
Only time...

And who can say if your love grows,
As your heart chose?
Only time...

(chants)

Who can say why your heart sighs,
As your love flies?
Only time...

And who can say why your heart cries,
When your love dies?
Only time...

(chants)

Who can say when the roads meet,
That love might be,
In your heart.

And who can say when the day sleeps,
The moon still keeps on moving
If the night keeps all your heart?
Night keeps all your heart...

(extended chants)

Who can say if your love grows,
As your heart chose?
Only time...

And who can say where the road goes,
Where the day flows?
Only time...

Who knows?
Only time...

Who knows?
Only time...

LOVE: WHAT IT MEANS TO ME?

As I am writing this post I am also thinking as to what am I going to write today, hunnnnn. Still thinking (looking at nowhere),,,, I feel like writing about Love. Yes that’s the apt topic for me just now. Though it will still be there after I ve written. Ok so here it goes,,,

What do I understand by this word? If you ask me… then I am the worst person to ask any thing bout that. But if u ask me how do I feel like…then you cant stop me expressing it. It all starts when actually u are a new born baby,,as innocent as the word itself. And the first person who takes care of u is your mom. When u r born u can not speak but still u understand ur first lesson on non verbal communication:) . U are so tender that when taken in hands u are cared again with the same innocence as expressed on ur face. The happiness on mom’s face is said to be a price less possession that any one can ever cherish for. Hopping and rolling in her hands or in her lap or even some times rolling all over on the bed,,, we grow. Similarly there stands a strict figure in front of us, who we feel is strong and strict, but actually he is soft from inside, just wanting to extend his hands to hold u and take u in his arms, but at times he avoids doing that. Yes he is our very own dad. Since child hood these important persons hold u where ever u go, till u are grown up. In this issue of mama nd papa, we have another very important person, who actually drives every one crazy,,, in my case she is my elder sister (Priyanka). Being elder to me she held the HE-MAN wala “I am the power” wali authority on me,,, always dictating me, what to do what not to do,,,always hanging around, fighting and then giggling. Oh yes my sis had been a head ache for me:P. But I had a great time being with her. Now that she is in Manipal I am not able to interact with her regularly. But the bond of love remains. These are all "unconditional" love. Innocent and pure and ever green.

As children we played around the house, running from one corner to another, disturbing the calmness of the environment. Getting angry with each other and then going to mummy to get the issues resolved,, then once the issues were resolved then again we couldnt help playing again,, relying with total faith on what mummy had sentenced in her judgment.

And playing involved what not!!!… from building houses of the pillows to being the super man in the house. I remember one such incidence: If uve seen a folding charpai, then folding it from only one side makes it a fisal patti from one side, the other half being flat. So what we did usually was to make a fisal patti, keeping it adjacent to a low level almira. Using a dupatta or a towel as the superman’s dress we stood upon the almira and subsequently jumped on our fisal patti. This was done turn by turn. The event usually ended by finally breaking the charpai. Another incident was of finding new path ways from our house,,,sounds crazy… (in haridwar). We played this game in extreme summers (during vacation), when there is loo and hot wind blowing out side. Me along with my sis used to take our small bicycle and with onions in our pocket, out in the sun just to find new parks, paths leading to (say) an old tattered house, or a place where an old lady used to live or any thing under the sun from doodh wala to a new found general shop. Every time a new establishment found then we had a great sense of achievement. The best part was of tracing our way back to our house. So every day we used to count the number of successes in terms of finding a new way to our house from the new public park (the on e we discovered) or the same old house etc etc............... We share a strong bond that no one can break,,, not even me (saying with the extreme faith I have on her). Another sister of mine who off late became one of my best friend (off late coz she lives in Kanpur and during my child hood I was in Haridwar, she is my chachu's daughter). So since the time I m in Kanpur she (saumya) is also a part of the bond that we all share, along with my another cousin (nd her bro) Ashu. Along with these three brother sister community, there are two more younger cousin,,,chunchun nd chavvi , who are small considering our average age. O k so I was talking bout Saumya. She is also very close to my heart. She had been a counsellor and a friend to me. I had been the same to her. I would never be able to get angry with her (me getting a bit emotional by now). I don’t know how,, but this is one of my weakness where in I can not afford to avoid a person, or not talk to him/her, or be angry for days , or any thing of such kind,,, for a long time. I do try it at times to emotionally black mail but at the end of it... every time I only have to give up,,coz I know I cant just live without talking to them. Same goes with some of my friends. So every time I try not to talk to them,, coz of any reason,, then at that time I m actually doing more harm to myself than to anyone else. And I must tell u its really hard if they do not talk (to me), due to any reason. People can actually take out life out of me by doing that, the only condition being that the person must have special place in my heart.

We all had spent a good amount of our days together seeing each other grow in leaps and bounds. Now all of us are scattered here and there, trying to make our future bright. But where ever we be the bond of love will always remain unaltered and untouched. How bad an organization might feel the tinge of people leaving the organization? Tht can be calculated in terms of ROI or the cost involved in hiring a new person. But how will I or nyone in my family feel when these sisters are actually going to leave us some day…(I m serious). The ROI stands out of question here. On that mood I stop here and in the spirit of RAKSHABANDHAN I wish to be the fevicol for them so that I am always bonded to there love and care, no matter where ever they are. And thus this is what love actually means to me, innocent and unconditional...

THE THREE MUSKETEERS

The Three Musketeers, hunnnn seems as if you have read this title some where, actually it is the name of the book written by Dumas in 1844-45. But it has nothing to do with the book and neither have i read it. The Three Musketeers here are (i guess its too early to reveal the secret,,,but any how i am not writing an epic, nd as if the secret will be revealed after five six days,,,ek minute bhi nahi lage ga mera post padhne me,,so i better give up:D),,Deepak, Gaurav and the very me Sumeet (in alphabetical order). Must be guessing by now who these people are (i hope i m not included in that list,,,he he he). These people are one of my near and dear ones (frnds). Who actually have been instrumental in getting me a place where i am today. I got a call from Deepak, and what he told moved my heart into full of joy and emotions. As if i was egarly waiting for this day to come and hear from him what i wanted to hear since the last year when Gaurav and i both left him (the city) alone to pursue our dreams.

The story begins in the early july of 2006. I had recently finished my graduation and taken one of the toughest decisions of my life,, with great support from my sis and finally from my parents. The decision was to forgo the job that i had got in final placement and invest another year in the preparation for CAT. The dilemma was, "what if i get the same percentile or even worse as i got in my first attempt,, i will not be having either the job or the colleg...", it seems so easy to state the fact now, but the amount of stress it gave me to decide was in fact too strong at that time. The only thing that haunted my mind was "is baar ya to aar ya to paar". I felt as to how rude the life can be, but my determination and an intuition that God has actually formed a way for me gave me enough strength to carry on with my preparation. The two of them (Deepak and Gaurav), never let me loose that strength either we actually became the supporting pillars for each other.
When I joined ICC, an MBA coaching institute in Kanpur, with the july batch I didnt even knew who Gaurav or Deepak were. A day passed in the coaching and no friend made,, yet another day passed,,without much difference. One day when i was standing at the entrance of the coaching after the classes were over I saw this fat and a bit over weighed guy coming from behind. He stopped by me and asked me as to where i lived, as my house was not too far i used to walk back home every day. I introduced myself and told him about my place of lazying around errr my home. He offerd me a ride back home as his house was, though a bit far, but on the way of my house. We became friends and slowly and steadily i got used to riding back with him on his second hand motorcycle (second hand doesn't mean it was bad or something ,, it actually moved very smoothly). While going to the coaching he would pick me from my house,, and subsequently drop me back also. I loved those free ride :P (Deepak if u read this ,,,its for u). Deepak was at time doing BCom. and he had to also go to the college.
In the mean while he introduced me to his friend Gaurav, who at that time was doing graduation in Biotechnology from a different college. So I being a friend of Deepak also became a good friend of Gaurav. We used to do a lot of masti in the coaching and also outside the coaching. To be frank, our coaching was not a very good one from where one cant expect placements like IIMs and all and for that matter even IMI (and you wont believe if i tell that we 3 once actually went on to the extent to give a dhamki to the director Rajiv sir if he didnt improve the quality and the quantity of the classes that were held there). One of the most popular things we used to do was to ask Rajiv sir to let us have samose and tea,, which we bought from his money and enjoyed almost EVERY DAY...The three of us started to share a certain kind of bond which gave us the strength to be united together always.
Besides masti and bird watching (a usual thing for us,,,he he he,, yes i did that also nd for u Gaurav: We used to threaten him for that as he had a gf :P),,, so where i was,, yaa,, besides masti we used to study together in the coaching and used to solve caselets and questions etc after the classes were over. Had we not worked together i believe i would not have been where i am today,,

Meanwhile i was introduced to a 4th character in my life,,,Vikas sir (now a fulltime faculty at TIME coaching,,, Pujju knows about him through TIME). It so happened that Rajiv sir was not able to cope up with the stress of us asking for a good Maths teacher mainly for the arithmetic part... so he suggested us to meet Vikas sir, and we started going to his house to study maths, at that time he was not a full time faculty,, so he taught us at home. He is such a bubbly person and so dedicated ,,, also he was and is like a best friend to us. Indeed he was a great teacher but along with that he was a great friend too. We were free to discuss any thing and every thing with him from "the most dreadest maths questions" to "how is ur gf doing" to "is every thing fine at home?"...
(I am very happy that i got such amazing people in my life who were not only good human beings but also a true friend).
So the life kept moving for me and when ever i doubted my potential (ie, what if,, i dont clear exam?)i was scolded and sent back to work. The D day was nearing and we all were together solving mock tests, fighting with Rajiv sir to get our scores updated on the website so that we can get an overall ranking compared with other students at ICC lucknow (where i studied during the final year of my graduation) and doing what not,,,
In the midst of all this we never missed those samosas, chai,, or even the cold drinks. We all appeared for CAT and talked to each other as to who attempted 10 or 15 or 17 questions per section, and every one was having apprehensions in mind,,"now what?". Two days passed and various coachings released the score cards,,,we three matched the scores with various scorecards from different coachings. I and Gaurav had a decent score based on that but,,,somehow Deepak's score was not coming up to the mark...Gaurav and I were sure to get decent enough score but,,,God .. why isnt Deepak geting a decent score. He still remained strong and took other entrance exams. In the mean time Rajiv sir decided to send me to Lucknow to prepare for GD and PI. Gaurav joined Future Academy in Knapur itself to improve his speaking skills. (I dont know how Rajiv sir was so patient even after we three having so many fights with him and still like he is sending me to Lucknow on his personal relation with the ICC in Lko.,, man he is too professional..).
I reached lucknow and stayed in the house i used to during my graduation.. there were few juniors also with me. I some times visited my college but then mostly devoted my time in coaching classes. Here i met another set of people who later become one of my never say die friends.
During weekends I visited Kanpur sometimes and then we three had a great time with Rajiv sir or sometimes with Vikas sir,, enjoying and of course having those unforgettable samose and chai. During all this, Deepak's mom was undergoing an operation (which included the most critical part -head) and we used to visit her in the hospital. Deepak used to pick me from my home and we together went to see her. I wished strongly from God that she be fine as soon as possible. The operation was successful.
(year 2007 MAY) I returned to lucknow and as usual started with my usual work of going to coaching for GD preparation. Every thing was going smooth when one night i got an SMS from Deepak, stating something which moved me from head to toe and i was stuck to my place, unable to respond as to what had happened. His mom was not with him anymore, as there were some complications that developed a few days after the operation. I was all drenched in tears and thought as to how my friend will cope with the situation.
This guy is actually so pious and calm (which i think he got the traits from his mom) unlike his dad who is in police (Though from inside he might also be soft but i dont know..).That night Gaurav called me and we were not knowing what to do and what not to do,, absolutely clue less. That weekend i went to kanpur, and it was Sunday,,, this person was so strong that he was going to take tha MAT exam that day,, so we planned to meet. I reached to the main road at least ten minutes earlier. He was to come there as he used to usually come and pick me up... but this time the situation was absolutely different. For those 10 min, i was thinking as to how am i going to face him (this situation was absolutely terrible). From a distance i saw his bike nearing me. And as he slowed down near me, I, without thinking any thing, grabbed him in my arms as if trying to take care of a crying child . That innocent and abrupt hug was an ice breaker for us. This time it was silence that was speaking and not the words. Without a word i sat on our very own bike and on the way to the examination centre i asked him whther he had food or not and etc etc.
At the centre also i was not wanting to let him go and stayed there till the exam started, though i was not allowed but i went with him to the room where he was to sit and wandered around till the invigilators came in.
From that night till this night things have changed, its been more than an year since then, he has learned to live life as it comes to him.

During that time I got thru IMI, and Gaurav got through ITM Navi Mumbai...Deepak had been preparing for MAT and CAT for the past one year,, and for the last one one year we both were not with him. Still he got a 96 plus %ile in MAT and got through Singhad Institute, in Lonavala this year(one hours distance from where Gaurav is studying).
(continued after the first para...)And he,Deepak, called me to tell that he has got through the college. Vikas sir is now a full time maths faculty in TIME and Rajive sir is having a flourishing coaching business after we left and also because of the brand image that we developed for his coaching. Though in our free time we used to educated students outside the coaching (who seemed to be sincere) to not to join ICC if they really cared to crack CAT :P.
I am and will always remain one of the most happiest person on earth as i know i have some really good people around me and whom i , in any case, can not afford to loose,,,
What life has in store for THE THREE MUSKETEERS, i dont know,, but one thing is for sure God has made some beautiful plan for all of us... and we will surely achieve success some time in our lives.

STILL SEARCHING

It takes to be something to leave a mark on some one. May it be ur faculty, ur friend, an ordinary unknown person or may be a corporate representative,,, or any one. Today I felt that I don’t have that some thing in me and that’s being very blunt to my self coz, truth is truth. It is not just today, but it’s been quite some time now, so I can not actually point out any particular incidence here. It is just my inner most intuition or something. There are people who are good at some thing or the other but when I closely consider myself then frankly speaking I was not able to find any thing worth mentioning. Some may say that I am wrong but then I need to convince myself first. One thing needs to be considered here is that I am an ESFP which in crude terms means, my locus of control is external and that I need the external party to my social being to support me and tell me that I am good at X or Y or may be Z. It is difficult for me to be self satisfied and myself make a judgement that I am good at any of the x, y or z things. But again that does not stand as an answer or a solution to what I am thinking.

Other things that I am struggling to find answer is my ‘identity’ in the crowd. It’s something vague and philosophical too but it’s true. I found that I don’t have a clear aim. I know I am going to be an HR manager in few years time, but what next. The ambiguity that lies with in me sometimes makes me restless. So what am I supposed to do is not specific which is leading me to waste a lot of energy (since I am not clear of my aim therefore I am not able to focus my energy). Many of my friends in my batch are clear as to what they are supposed to do and where they are to go and how they will be reaching there etc etc.

Now the thing is that what shall I be doing,,,, formulating a clear picture in my mind about my future…but is it that easy to do… the answer is a big NO. When will I establish myself as a separate entity is still unknown. These things are in my mind. One thing I want to confess is that I am also not taking strong steps to overcome such a situation. And that is not at all acceptable. Why is this happening to me? No answer from my side. But the obvious answer seems is that I am not taking initiative to keep a control of the situation. Do I need some horlics or power capsule for that…:O

I do take certain initiatives but then I don’t stand by them and support them wholeheartedly. So basically I am in a state of utter confusion now. What am I supposed to do..?I need to figure out that very soon or I ll make a mess of my life which I don’t want to let happen. So that is it for today’s thought process.
Well before I end i would like to write a few lines about the song that ive posted,,, this one is by Lucky Ali,,, i dont know how much it is relevant to the post here but just because it gives me inspiration ,, and it also states "Anjani rahon me tu kya dhoondta phire,,, door jisko samjha vo to paas hai tere"...Its in me to find out my inner strengths and i need not look to the outside world to know what i actually possess but i am not aware of...
click http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Pze5_nkWQ4

WHEN CUPID STRIKES "JANE TU YA JANE NA"

After a long time and cancelling the program, Roopal finally decided to watch the movie and avoid any further delay. I and Anshuman along with Roops, went to priya. Roops as usual started running to reach the ticket counter before she could miss the last ticked which she believed could have been taken by some one else…had she not ran and taken her position :P.

Soon we three grabbed a combo offer given by PVR (It was not for free). I stuffed myself with popcorns and cold drink and what not. The movie was to start at 6:50 nd it was goin to be 7 now. Roops had already started making bad and ugly faces…I tried to calm her by offering her the what not drink I was having in my hand.

In another few minutes the doors opened and there was absolute dark inside (as if I am telling something uve never seen :)). I remember when I was small I exclaimed loudly while in the cinema hall for the first time saying “itna bada TV!!”. And the very next moment my parents were laughing. What a stupid creature we are sometimes :O

The movie started and there was pin drop silence, I appreciated the silence of the audience, and felt happy myself. Roopal had her eyes stuck to the screen, and Anshuman was busy eating Stax. The sound of the AR Rehman’s music struck the cord and with in the first 10 min, there was one of our favorite songs “Kabhi kabhi…” I wished we had other friends also with us who were at the forefront when for the first time we made the program for the movie. They would have enjoyed a lot.

Then in the mean while Roopal passed some comments on the hero (Jay Rathore urf RATS), being very handsome,,,such a comment would have made Genelia (Aditi) sad (since Roops did not like her :P) so I also said that Aditi was looking hot in the movie (nd she actually was,,,no doubt about that :D).

The movie was pictured and framed for the young guys and gals, and the best part was that it was very close to the reality. The two friends Aditi and Jay were just friends and they never realized that they actually loved each other so much that they could not stay away from each other. These two people also had a great gang of friends with them who always supported them. Then there was the very popular “Ranjhaud ke Rathore” saying and the three wishes, after following which the Rathore of Ranjhaud became a 'mard' these were-he need to have had a big fight with some one where he should have broken some of his bones, second wish was to ride a horse and the third was to be in the jail for a while. I will not disclose more of the story because the movie is worth watching. Regarding me, I am not the “Ranjhaud ka Rathore” but I am a Rathore. Though Ive not been to the jail but ive many times had a good fight with my sister when I was a kid (stating with enough pride), and the record of being the greatest hitter still lies with her when once she hit on my head with an iron scissor :(. I also sat on a horse while I visited Missouri (again when I was small) and I know that it does’nt count for a horse ride, like the one by Jay. But who cares after all it is in the movie,,,I don’t know if I will have to do all those stuff and woo a girl to say yes…it must be more difficult than just going to a jail or riding the horse,, he he he u never know. God save me….

Mean while Roops was able to relate herself with the Aditi in the movie.. And she was very excited. Anshuman showed his indifference to all this and kept eating Stax… to some extent I related my self to Jay,,, more because he was Jay Rathore :). And why shouldn’t I when Genelia was looking awesome in the movie…Some description abt Aditi urf Genelia: This girl was an outspoken one and never minded saying a few “gali” her pet name was “MIAU”. And she was called as the 'kali billi'. The two of the great creatures were not able to exprees there affection for each other…(is it really difficult to say? I don’t know,,never tried though). The movie ended with the two of them accepting the fact that they could not live without each other and can not even see them hanging around with any other x y z girl/boy. All the songs of the movie were really cool,, over all I would like to watch the movie once again. But I guess every one has already watched it by now...Ill have to find some wandering souls to go with, so that I can watch th movie once again :)

With that I end the review of one of the wonderful evenings that I had, and its time for me to sleep byeeeeee.

SHE COULD HAVE BEEN SAVED-A CONCERN FOR THE SOCIETY

I read the following news through various online sources-and I cried as many times as I read this (I felt like writing a few lines so that I can feel better).

Kanpur, May 31 The Indian Institute of Technology in Kanpur (IIT-K) was rocked by another suicide — second within a span of one month — on late Friday night when a B Tech final year student was found hanging in her hotel room.

Toya Chatterjee, who had failed in two of her papers in the final semester, was found dead in the girls’ hostel on the eve of the institute’s annual convocation scheduled for Saturday.

Her father, Kunal Chatterjee, unaware of his daughter’s failure had arrived here on Friday to see Toya get the degree at the convocation ceremony. He went to meet Toya in her room around 11 pm and found the door locked from inside. He, along with other girls of the hostel, broke open the door to find her hanging with a rope from the ceiling fan.

A student of Bio Sciences and Bio Engineering, Toya was declared ineligible for getting her degree on Saturday, as she had failed in the final semester. Instead, she was told to apply for the summer course, on passing which she would have been awarded the degree in July this year. She had gone to her parental home in Kolkata for a week but did not inform them about her failure.

IIT-K Director Sanjay Govind Dhande said Toya was suffering from depression and was not physically fit. “On several occasions, her parents had been apprised of the matter by the Dean of Student Affairs and Project Guide,” he said. “She often remained absent from the classes, and was an average student,” he added.

Though the IIT-K authorities referred to Toya as an “average student,” her performance shows otherwise. She had cleared CAT examination and had offers from all the six IIMs in the country.

On April 18, Prashant Kumar Kureel, a first year B Tech student, had also committed suicide.

Source: http://www.expressindia.com/latest-news/Another-suicide-rocks-IIT-Kanpur/317197/

Failed IIT student commits suicide
Classmates allege faulty grading system
Shahira Naim
Tribune News Service

Lucknow, May 31
Barely hours before the annual convocation of the Indian Institute of Technology, Kanpur, a final year student hanged herself from her hostel room fan after failing to qualify in two papers in her B.Tech (Biological Sciences) examination.

Confirming the death of 22-year-old Toya Chatterjee, SSP Ashok Kumar Singh said her body had been sent for the postmortem after which it would be handed over to her family. A committee, comprising senior professors of the institution, has been constituted to probe into the matter.

Hailing from Kolkata, Toya was found hanging from the ceiling fan in her hostel room by her father Kunal Chatterjee last night, assistant registrar K.V. Satyamurthi said today.

Apparently, she had not informed her parents of her not qualifying the final examination. The father had arrived in Kanpur yesterday to attend the convocation ceremony thinking his daughter would receive the degree.

Toya's father, who was staying at a hotel in the city, found his daughter dead in her room when he came to meet her last night, informed the SSP.

A suicide note recovered from her room read, “Papa, I failed in two subjects but did not inform you about this. I won't be able to receive the degree this convocation since I could not pass. I am ashamed. Please take care of mummy”. Describing her as a brilliant student, her classmate Shikha said she had cleared the entrance examination of all IIMs in the country.

Blaming the grading system in the IIT for delivering shocking results that students cannot handle and resort to such extreme steps, many students interviewed by a local news channel expected the institute to consider modifying this system. Undeterred by the tragic turn of events, the institute today conferred degrees on 994 students of various courses during the 40th annual convocation ceremony here.

Prof Shin Choon Fong, director, National University of Singapore, gave the convocation address.

Toya was just 22 and I believe that she could have been saved, had by any means she would have told her family about the failure. Second suicide in a month's time and the college authority is not moved. What a shame for the society, for us, to have lost brilliant students and even not so brilliant students because of reasons which could have been avoided by taking certain active steps to curb such suicides. Her father had accompanied her all the way from Kolkata to the city and she didn't speak a word. It indeed is difficult no doubt. And to inform her father who was so happy to come to the convocation just to see her child get a degree along with the other students was the most difficult thing Toya could have done. But she couldn't. The fault lies with no one. I just thought about the father and the mother of the student who would have given there heart and soul to let her child achieve greater heights. And now in a moment they are left with nothing except grief. Not to forget Toya, who must be in extreme dilemma thinking as to how could she tell her father and mother about her failure. I can only try to imagine the intensity of the situation.
I have nothing much to write as it is more about self thinking. After hearing about this sad event I pray to God to make me more strong so that I could be of some help to someone in need. I would like to be sincere enough towards any relation that I am having whether it is of a brother, friend or just a council, so that the other person can effortlessly share with me what he/she feels. Sharing feelings always helps to reduce the risk of any extreme step.
Let her soul rest in peace. Amen.

GETTING BACK TO WHERE I BEGAN

I checked thoroughly the room and my eyes inspected every nook and corner assuring me that there is nothing left behind. Before leaving I turned once to have the last glance at the room where I had spent my last two months during my summer internship. A feeling swept across-"I wont be here again." It's kind of very natural to me to have an attachment to a place where ive spent my good and bad times all together. This time its MDI room no. 130. Today I did the shifting of my stuff to room 336. This is because they had to white wash the room for the new batch coming to the college.
While gathering my stuff from the cupboard I found things which I had once lost and then forgotten long before I could have felt the need of it. All kind of useful and useless things were found, some lying under my bed some in the uppermost lost corner of the almira. Some I had to throw away and leave as it is at there place of dwelling. A broken pencil which I used once to write a note, some printed pages that I thought once would help me in my project. A spotlessly clean and ironed white handkerchief, found under the piles of clothes. I had been using another pair and it never came to me that I was having a new one also. Few tattered pages found in the drawer of the study table which I used not for studying but to dry my clothes on and spill my stuff when I used to come from the office. Few toffees found lying here and there some of which I had bought from sharma ji and some of it I had got from my friends here. I pondered for a while while looking at the three broken locks which were lying behind the door(will soon share the funny story related to it). I smiled for a moment on my stupidity because of which they were there. Poor creatures- thought I- I felt sorry for there preset state, they could have been at a better place , might be guarding someone's precious belongings. But there fate was written differently. Then I thought- At least they had a better ending than there counter parts- the keys which ended up in the w.c...
Other rooms were already vacant and the painting work was going on in it. Most of the inhabitants had left for there home or for a trip with friends since there internship had finished last friday. I was the last person to shift since last night I was out to meet my brother who was staying in Gurgaon for the past 1 month.
The painter asked for confirmation by asking me "Room khali ho gaya?" so that he could proceed with his usual painting task. I replied "no"... "give me a minute". I took the last few things like a pair of shoes, the comb, shirt from the hangers. Then I turned to the painter and said-"Room khali ho gaya bhaiya." I knew that some things must be left behind so that one can get thing which are better. So that one can keep moving for a brighter future ahead. Still the past attachment restrained from leaving.
The nostalgia still remains though it will fade out once I have a new place to be in and to cherish my good and bad times. A place where I can enjoy every moment as and when I like, a place which will be very difficult for me to leave once I am there. Where my friends are and I believe that they are waiting. Its my college IMI. Waiting eagerly to come back to my land which I once deserted two months back yet again for better and brighter things to achieve. I am coming.