Tag Archives: memories

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.

Advertisements

Constant Evolution of Voided Existense

Do you know which is the most intriguing part of our existence? Its when some part of others still living inside us long after they have left us. It lives on in those oblivion part of ourself from where it can pop up anytime and gives us a big jolt, good enough to make us numb.

Constant evolution of this existence inside us over the years will make it more meaningful where one would be at peace with it and may be more comfortable to have them as silent companions for life in the form of memories. May be when things go wrong, when we dont have anyone to talk, when its difficult to find the way out and when life will be coming hard at us, we will have these memories to turn to. If not those people, their ‘some’ part would be still breathing inside us. And may be that will keep us going. Hopefully.

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.

P.S.
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

Unknown day of July..

Unknown day of July, the sun was trying to settle down somewhere in the west of the city of Mumbai, it always settles amidst that filthy looking concrete jungle, leaving rest of the work for dusk to complete.

The corner table of the Café Coffee Day popularly known as CCD was occupied by them….

He: Are you sure?
She: Yes, are you?
He: It doesn’t matter..
She: It does..
He: When you are not in a position to exercise your will it doesn’t matter what you feel.
She: That’s true but I think it’s high time we end this chapter now.
He: How can you end something which never started, we were in fools paradise.
She: Sometimes it’s great to be in fools paradise and enjoy lyfe which otherwise you can’t being among worldly wise of this society.
He: That’s good way to look at it.
She: I always told you to change the way you look at lyfe.
He: But I never did.
She: But I am sure you will.
He: Now that’s being too optimistic
She: I am
He: I will try
She: Good for you
He: may be, anyways its dusk, time to part ways.
She: Oh yes, otherwise you wont get an auto back home.
He: What was that? PJ?
She: Well, something’s in lyfe cant change. J
He: Bye
She: Goodbye

Within seconds the chairs were empty and paid bill was lying on the table with unused cappuccino. Two shadows were walking on the same road in opposite direction under the street lights.

The dusk had turned into night.

Just a passing thought

on a day like this….

As you grow old

Time changes.. circumstances change..
values change.. priorities change..
perception changes.. people change..
ralationships change.. lyfe changes..

…..but memories ramain.. unchanged, unaffected, intact.
11th July o8

The Untold Saga

The other day I found myself without pen in the lecture and I had to borrow it (how pathetic) from someone else. It wasn’t for the first time but this incident made nostalgia struck me like a seawave, the whole affair…. the intimate and one of a kind with the beautiful thing called PEN.

There have been myriad of experiences with the pen.
I was never a brand conscious or never cared to think of using any other colour then ubiquitous blue… Until one day when I was in class 9th when one of my teacher after so called analysis of my writing suggested to use a black pen… According to her, placing of words and distance between two words in my writing meant that I have lot of things running in my mind and I am not able to express myself and this kind of writing will look good in black….
I am still wondering what she meant by this but since then I am using only black pen….

There was a time in school when I tried all kinds and types of pens be it gel or ink or ball point, but finally I settled for ball point pen and that too only Mitsubishi black ( I know its a news for many people that Mitsubishi also makes pen.)
I am religiously using Mitsubishi pens for past almost 10 years. Its funny but I used to tell my friends in school childishly that if this company stops making the pen, I will stop writing….!! And still when I meet those friends they curiously ask me “Do you still use Mitsubishi black pen?” only to get a big smile from me….

One honest confession…. the secret is out now….
Not many people know this but I used to collect empty refills of my black pen…. I still have those…. and here I am laughing at it…. bizarre it was….

There is one more interesting aspect about me and my pens…. I keep losing them… I really hate someone asking me for my pen because noone bothers to return it.
My college library was one unforgettable place for me where I had lost more then 50 pens in 5 years and I used to wonder how to react when the librarian herself used to ask for pen….

After so much blabbering about pen, how can I forget the PENCIL….? NO matter who the person is, he or she must have had pencil in the hand at first attempt of writing in his or her lyfe…. The journey starts from here…. so all you educated, learned, intelligent people out there should express your gratitude towards pencil… Lolz…

I was shopping for books and landed up in stationary section of the store and out of curiosity bought one box of pencil because it’s been ages since I have bought a pencil. I used to take it from my cousins studying in school whenever I needed one so I never knew that simple thing like pencil have been hit so hard by inflation and became expensive…)

When I was in school there were two major brands of pencil, Natraj and Apsara… and I never liked Natraj because it came in red colour and preferred Apsara because of its black and silver colour. And I dint quite understood the technicality of types and kinds of pencils such as HB HP and what not… I preferred HP because to me it simply meant Hitesh Patel….

I still prefer writing with pencil wherever possible because I just love the sound of friction between graphite and paper while writing…. I can’t get enough of it….

Interestingly I never liked any sophisticated penpencil and enjoyed simple traditional wooden pencil and yes I hate pencil with eraser on top…. it looks ugly….
Pencil – A thin graphite stick covered with wood, as simple as that, right….? Wrong, as a small kid I used to wonder how the hell they put this black thing inside the wood…. Lols….

BTW have you ever wondered sharpening the pencil is an art and the waste that comes out as a result of sharpening can tell you lot about your skill and the quality of the pencil….

Isn’t it amazing…. what say……?

That’s it for the time being about this untold saga. Time for you to refresh the memories entwined around omnipresent pen and pencil in your lyfe…. meanwhile ill go and sharpen my pencil….