Category Archives: Nostalgia

Time flies

Growing up has always been a part of our life but unfortunately we never consciously get to know “that” fact. Its only when you spent some quiet time alone, you realize that something has changed. One more interesting thing about growing up is that you never grow uniformly. And this uneven growth is what defines our personalities.

Its been more than 6 years now I have been writing and maintaining this blog. When I started, I could never imagine that it will survive for six long years. In all these years, the blog has not really kept pace with my time. Sometimes it went ahead and sometimes languished behind, but it has always been a companion. In this process, the blog has been through many changes in its avatars and even saw one name change. It all happened.

There was a time when I used to post twice or thrice or even more in a month and there came a time when I dint posted anything for almost months together. But silently, quietly it has always been there, observing and witnessing this growing up. People came and went, things happened, life happened, and this blog saw everything unfolding. It also saw the birth of two new blogs, one that is personal diary and other, nirvanatrails about the new hobby/interest, photography.

It has given me an opportunity to know many people, which I may not have known in its absence and which contributed to the growth as I mentioned earlier. Directly or indirectly it became the reason for/behind many things. It introduced me to writing. It taught me to express myself in a better way which was true blessing for introvert like me.

Here’s hoping to continue this journey, for times to come.


The boy and his story

Enter the classroom.

Enter the boy.

Somewhere around 1 in the afternoon, the boy, shy and reclusive, innocently enters the classroom on 1st floor of the school premise. His shoulder carrying the grayish black school bag, as simple as his water bottle in the hand, the boy always had this fascination with simple things which even attracted curios eye from teachers, but this was his way. The boy looks around in the classroom as he enters and as usual he is one of the first ones to come, only couple of students are present and the ones with whom he is not friends with, so as their eyes meet, the boy looks away and heads towards his desk. Third row from the door, 3rd bench from the front. Shy he is.

The boy settles on the bench on his half side of the bench which accommodates two, and opens the bag, looks around the text books and note books, checks if he has all the necessary stuff needed for the days “periods”. Perfect, everything is in order, all the books and even the maths homework which he did unwillingly last night.

In the meantime almost all the students are here and even the teacher, the boy is lost in thoughts so didn’t know when teacher came, he is as usual thinking about the morning prayer and wished today again his favorite prayer should be there. – “हम को मन की शक्ति देना|”

The boy never really knew the exact meaning of the prayer till he was grownup but there were something about it which attracted him. The tune, the rhythm, that chorus sound of little ones emanating from that speaker on the wall. Serene. Tranquil. It still echoes in the mind of the grown up. It does. It was never a prayer for him, it was more of a music and a song which contained some hidden meaning of life. The meaning he did not wanted to ask anyone. The meaning, he thought he would come to know some day when he will grow up and move out of the school in a big bad world. And that happened.

The long bell rang and it brought complete silence in the classroom and everyone stood up for the prayer. The boy also stood with everyone, with the familiar sound flowing from the speaker….दुसरो की जय के पहले खुद को जय करें |

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Happy Birthday Boy. You have seen enough to be called Man.

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11 July 2011

You are Everything

You are everything. Hope, courage, madness, serenity, creativity, enigma, anger, lust, imagination, reverberation, flawless, enchanting, complicated, surreal, raw, bitter, neutral, spiritual, provoked, compassion, truth, seeker, believer, reason, problem, solution.

You are everything. You are part of my life. You are with or without you. The music which never dies. You are eternity.

You still remember….

You don’t remember exactly but it was the night of November 2003 and you were all there for the belated birthday party of Kunal, the most flamboyant of all.

You remember the group was wondering where to go because it was kind of tradition to explore new places all the time so in the midst of all hoopla you suggested (as always) a place called Juhu Grand, a low profile quiet and not happening place but ideal for your kinda party. ( Sadly the place no longer exists.)

You remember how when you all settled there, Kunal explained his latest antics and how everyone s always enjoyed pulling sandy’s leg (no wonder his so tall) and how you scared people like Ranjeet and Sandy with your acting. You were surprise package that day. People still remember you when they have glass in their hand.

You remember you all went to the beach after the party just to buy some time (!!!) cos going home wasn’t a good idea. You remember six friends walking along and then Kunal came up with those lines which stayed with the group for very long.

You know those were some of the best moments of your life with some of the best people you have ever met. You remember events like those were regular feature in those days. Your partners in the crime in those days included likes of Ajay Sachdev, Faisal Syed, Kunal Patel, Mihir Shah, Ranjeet Saini and Sandeep Shah.

Your writing this cos you know those kind of events are rare today and in bid to keep up with the time, the times have changed but you also know that they are always remembered and cherished.

You just realized when your writing this, that only two of them are bachelors, rest all have given up.

So far….

Lyfe – 1999 – bhuta – mummy – pratish – shailesh – bhumika – nagardas – cambridge – gujarati – english – ssc – commerce – tolani – confusion – friends – world – politics – kunal – sandy – reading – books – mihir – faisal – karan – goldflake – music – nishit – arvind – 2004 – beaches – compassion – pseudo – frozen-thoughts – internet – yahoo – cat – sapna – july – blogging – karma -nightmare – iipm -apurva – jignesh- money – mukund – knowledge- dipali -london – beautiful – lull – reena – mba – heartbreak – anger – random – madness – inertia – sadness – words – 2008 – icici – poonam- philosophy – feelings – learning – 2009 – unlearning – relearning – dharmi – kkps – orkut – kunjal – dhruti – dreams- regrets – mistakes – nirvana – wisdom – razr – 202 – andheri – india – ccd – u2 – markets- sensex- ideas – 11 – pinkfloyd – ethics – wowy – fridays – sagar-apts- business – frustation – greed – marriage – obsession – problems – pleasure – kutch

…. not in chronological order and in same intensity. “I”, “ME”, “MYSELF” is sum of these parts, so far…!!

25th November 2009

Those were the days…….

Those were the days…….

when life was little too easy..
when days, months and years came and went in a hurry..
when life seemed more of a carnival rather than caravan..
when friends were more than colleagues..
when friendship involved more of willingness than formality..
when going to college was basic necessity..
when bunking lecture wasnt a big deal..
when canteen meant more than food..
when party never required any reason..
when sunday was more than a holiday..

19th feb 2007

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