Oooh ya! Sure does. Try it once and tell me it aint addictive :p


Time friggin flies. Thought for the day. That it friggin flies.

Feels like yesterday dat i was all excited about going away from home and all that...and i am today. two years down. listening to reports of a new batch of ppl hitting discussion forums round the net posting shit like ..."i cant believe i made it!" and things like that and all that.

Feels like yesterday, i swear, that i picked up me bags to step off at a dusty (uh...actually not :p) lil town somewhere south of the himalayas. (ok fine...this is WAY south. but i like the sound of dat :p )

Well, anyways, fast forward to today.

I sit here in front of an open pack of moser-baers, writing CD after CD of memories.
photographs taken, songs sung, videos posed for, assignments done...and re~done, resumes created with care, powerpoint presentations labored over, mails hell...memories all,  i tell ya.

memories. of good times and bad. of moments sour and sweet. of fights fought and friendships won. of victories and defeats. of moments of peace and utter quiet. of moments of laughter and sheer madness. of travelling bands and moving walls. of standing tall and standing proud. of reaching out for help, and of reaching out to help. of wrongs things said, and of not saying much. of smiling a whole friggin lot, and of bringing smiles to the whole friggin lot. of blessings and boons. of half chances turned into opportunities. of standing firm too. of fears faced. of tears of sadness and tears of joy. of conversations through the night. of crazy@ss chat sessions too. of kungfu movies and and an overdose of rajnikant. of rachel & ross, and monica and chandler, and phoebe and joey. of that crazy@ss cartman kid too. of playing pianissimo. of talking through the wall. of sitting at the same table for lunch and dinner, every single day. of the great outdoors too...of mountains and lakes and of snow and sleet. of night and day. and yak poo too.

ok. wait. this sounds like i was in a musical or something...
well....sorta...if those in the know get my drift :p




no endnote. bollocks. dont feel like it. just had to type all that out. dassall.

but .... if you insist :p
ok. i'm thinking...the reason evry1's goin nuts abt this whole leaving_this_place thing is that...uh...i dont kno...coz they made good friends? coz they had fun? coz they kiked @ss? probably. but i'm a-thinking it's coz we were hostel-ling (if there IS such a word). and hostelling in style too. no family around. no wardens around. no rules. just a whole lot of work to keep us on the straight and narrow. so we did the obvious thang...stayed up all night and pardayed hard. we'd see family like once in 3 to 6 months. the rest of the time, THESE guys was family. i'm a-thinking that THAT is the deal here. that it's family we're sayin goodbye to. and a carefree lifestyle the likes of which ppl on the outside can only dream of.

ah well. twas good while it lasted. time to move on ...
and see if we can duplicate the carefree-ness of it all wherever we go :D


PS: in case you dint get it (well, how COULD you? i dint type in no specifics! sheesh.) anyways, it's like i'm leaving campus and all that. just graduating from a residential program in a small school faaar south of the himalayas [there! red herring! RITE THERE! :-"] which is very popular. in the local town that is. locally_popular_small_school. let's just keep it at that shall we? :-"

PPS:  nxt post, just in case you wanted to kno:
how i walked in the clouds. and lived to tell the tale.

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Current Music: Jal - Dil Haarey