Happy Feet

The weekend went by...in utter laziness... Hubby dearest wanted to go on a hike to Lonavla...then to Pune...and back to Mumbai after a day...but me - was in no mood to oblige :-P...perhaps the following weekend!!!

And the picture you see up above, yes - its weird, I have a thing for feet together :-P... like the way sometimes they hang out together... Well to begin with I thought I'd update you about the weekend I had... it was a mix of things...and then while writing I put up this photo and it reminded me of all the pictures I had taken of "feet" per se!!!!

The feet you see in this picture belong to my friend Ekta and me. It was while sitting on the rocks at Kashid Beach I had taken this picture. I remember her telling me, "Its weird"... but I took one nevertheless...advantages of a digicam I guess....We had gone there to celebrate the new years...the end of the year 2005.  The one below, the feet are mine. The footwear you see, used to be a favourite with the students at the point of time. Yes - Rs. 100 only...from Hongkong Lane at Fergussen College Road.

The feet you see above belong to 5 girls. Our girl gang that is. Taken at my birthday. Its a ritual to cut the cake, play Holi with whatever you get in the middle of the night. Well - these belong to Ekta, Shobha, Soumya, Megha and myself. Yes - we are that crazy...to even pose for it.

 This one is of Munish and me...at a small dam at Matheran. There are steps to it. Had gone there one of the weekends. Its my foot over his :-). I think its pretty cute.

These are mine. The chappals are from Goa. Goa has amazing chappals and even amazing shorts. For shorts - Goa is the place to buy it from. I know, of all the things in Goa, I recommend buying Shorts :-P. Oh  yes - the picture was clicked in Nagaon, Alibaug. 

This one was at Baga Beach, Goa. Had gone there with my friend Megha. Last day, lazing on the sunbed. Killing time until we had to leave Goa. Yes - I remember it was a Sunday. Sad and disheartened over going to work the next day.

Had set out to write something totally different. Please ignore this post and do NOT stop reading my blog since I am guessing it would not make sense looking at feet and their locations for some but I sure did enjoy writing about it. 

The moon

Clicked almost 2 years back in the shivering evening cold of the Ladakhi mountains. Its my agenda to go back there again. Once is simply not enough. Time and again, I keep going back there...in my mind. 

Well, we had this picture enlarged, printed and framed. But it was framed upside down and well - we realized it only 2 weeks later when a friend point it out :-). Well, it is difficult to make out - I think. Until, you look at it more closely and see the tall grass on the bottom left hand side. 

But yes, looking at the moon, in the shivering evening cold, was a very soothing effect. A paradox in itself. 

Home Sweet Home

Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam,

Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home!

-John Howard Payne

The lines stuck in my head since the last couple of weeks. Staying there. Stuck there. Bringing a sense of loss along with nostalgia with a feeling, that its never going to be the same.

My parents relocated to Delhi more than 3 years back but the relocation didn't really happen in my mind. The doors have now been closed finally. The house put up for rent. I feel a certain antagonism for the strangers who will now be living there...There's going to be a lot of ranting and cribbing here now... need an outlet...some of it may not make sense...some will be absurd...but you've got no choice...if you happen to come here, you have to listen to me...:-)

Ahmedabad has always been my home, my city, where I belong...and now I am bereft of it. My entire schooling was done there. I had a lot of childhood and school friends from this city (though I dont know where most of them are now), all the uncles and aunties and their children who were also my friends. They were invariably present on most of the occasions in my life. My birthdays and my marraige. My brother's birthdays and his engagement. They were all there. The neem tree near my house is familiar. Without its presence, we would miss the turn to our house. Honest Paav Bhaaji yet exists. The ice golas on the road. I learnt cycling there...on my own :-) (I am proud of it...). I got a lot of broken knees and bruises while playing with colony friends. My red BSA SLR...how can I forget her. My red Tobu tricycle. The lawn tennis academy near Gurukul road. Kanoria Arts centre where I went to learn sketching. Shreyas Foundation - where I learnt to swim. The tailor under the neem tream near the Shreyas Foundation who turned many of my jeans into shorts. IIMA. The chai wala near IIMA. The chinese corner near IIM. ATIRA. IMA. CG Road. The municipal market. CG road during Navratri & New Year. Law Garden. Bargaining at Law Garden and the wonderful chaniya cholis along with all the traditional junk jewellery at Law Garden. The street food at Law Garden and their very small amusement park.

Mount Carmel High School. Was and am proud to be Carmelite. My primary school at Khanpur, near Hotel Cama had a fabulous river side view. Of course, I was too young to realise it then. Remember taking Sunil Gavaskar's autograph on my hands when he had come down to our school. I remember Sr. Wilma, Ms Sandra, Ms Lopez. The Middle and the High School were at Navrangpura. Sr Flavia Dias, Sr Dulcine, Ms Mary Flory (who along with her brother Rody Flory became our neighbours at Judges Bungalows Road). Can't forget Ms. Ludvina who taught us needle work. David Colaco, our first 'active' sports coach who formed the first basketball team of our school of which I was its proud team member. Mrs Priya Kale, Mrs Sahai, Mrs Kerawala were my favourite teachers and of course Sr. Nirmalini :-).

Post my board exams of class X, I changed my school to St Xaviers Loyola Hall. Cannot forget Father Morondo. He was the best. Yet remember our inter school cultural festival - the Odyssey and of course the orange popsicles for Rs. 1 each :-). The school socials and the garba night and yes of course the class celebrated Raksha Bandhan too :-P. All through my school at Carmel and Xaviers, Chitra had been at my side. My "besty". I am in touch with her (thank God for small mercies :-)). Lot of my other school friends, Abhimanyu, Jeeshan, Jason, Errol, Kunal, Neha, Jaya & Sumati - I am not in touch with them. There are on my facebook friends list but thats different. I remember celebrating Christmas at Chitra's place. Going for the mid night mass. I remember the delicious fried fish - the first one - which I had. Her mom had prepared in a true Kerala style. I took an hour to eat :-). Yes - I remember that too!!! I miss Navratri. Remember how we used to take out our Kinetics and Scooties, drive around in our Chaniya Cholis and go visiting the different colleges and clubs and enjoy dancing to garba - raas. And then later stuff ourselves at IIMA with paav bhaaji because that would be the only place open at 4 AM in the morning.

There are so many memories which are flooding my mind right now and there's no way I can capture all this. But I know one thing, I am going to miss Ahmedabad terribly. Its not just because my parents are not living there anymore, its more than that. I grew up there. There are tons and tons of wonderful memories. I am going to miss going to Ahmedabad. But it shall always be where I come from, where I belong. My city.

Banana Bread

Banana Bread to my mind brings back an avid memory of sitting with Munish on a kitchen table and eating the homemade banana bread with Mr. Balbir Jootla in Dalhousie. We first visited Dalhousie on our honeymoon and had the most wonderful days there. Mr Balbir Jootla was our neighbour and had been living in Dalhousie and teaching meditation. That was the first time I had banana bread and the memory of the taste has remained with me ever since. It was always there on my to-do list but I just never found the time to replicate the receipe.

However, after all these years, keeping my limited culinary skills in mind, I searched for the simplest banana bread receipe on the internet and I found one :-) over here. It was one of the simplest receipes I found and easy to make.

I regret not having the bread loaf can so that the bread could take the desired shape. Due to the lack of it, the bread ended up looking like a cake :-P!!! But nothing beats the memory of the tasty banana bread I had in Dalhousie thanks to Mr. Balbir Jootla :-)

Rain rain go away...

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Not being the adventurous sorts to venture out in the rain, I was mostly under self imposed "house arrest" this weekend. Having ample time to think over things I started to wonder that how perspectives change. As children, monsoons were welcomed with dance in the rain, a paper boat in the puddle near by and juicy mangoes. I remember spending hours near the window,... brooding....at the view outside...notice small things...about how the street dog is getting wet, how the cows are huddled up and sitting under the tree...about how motorists in all their rain gear would drive carefully on the road splashing puddle water ...about how the cars would just do the same without bothering much. I remember watching other children too...in their umbrella and raincoats, floating the paper boats in the puddle...

After the initial euphoria, that is getting drenched in the first monsoon showers, most of the time was spent indoors. Had to make do with my younger brother as a 'play' companion. As children, we particularly didn't get along and almost most of the times, either one of us would go complaining to our parents about how the other one was cheating or disturbing or just being. I don't particularly like this season. For one, my birthday falls in this season and well, my name reflects the same too. As a kid, my birthday was always a damp affair...thanks to the rains which decide to arrive at precisely the same time, my friends were to come over. My mom would be very skeptical of the number of kids which would turn up. My friends from school almost never turned up if they didn't live near by. It was probably too much of a hassle for the parents. Well-my friends from the colony did turn up but they were few in number. We would play a lot of 'child'ish games but with an eye on the weather outside. All the delicious food which my mother would have prepared was not entirely consumed simply because of the lesser number of arrivals.

Today, when I look out of the window or stand in my balcony, I recall my childhood and the various memories associated with it. I think of all those non happening birthdays :-(. Even in college, it was the same. It was a bit of pain to celebrate my birthday because everyone would be loaded with their raincoats, umbrellas and definitely not their best dressed (you dont want to splash rain water on your good clothes - do you?). Both of our birthdays, Munish's and mine, fall in this wet season...and really, I am not too happy about that. Although, Munish is all very excited and happy with the onset of rains. Somehow, I cannot bring myself to share his enthusiasm as I forsee the wet, dark and cloudy months of water pouring all over forcing us to stay inside.

2006: Puneet Gupta

Been a long time since I updated the blog on the decade that went by. I had been thinking for quite sometime about writing on Puneet. Many a times or rather most of the times we take life for granted. We live in a eutopian world and believe that anything good, bad or ugly will not happen to us. We love to believe that....


Puneet was my cousin brother...he was 19 years old when he dissappeared from our lives. He was a damn good student. Topped his state in the boards and was studying in the 2nd year of BITS, Goa. That was the year 2006.

A class picnic on a Dussera Holiday. A bunch of kids just having fun under the watchful eyes of the college peons. He was no swimmer. So the question of him fooling around in the waves did not arise. He slipped. The sand gave away. The waves took him. He started yelling for help. There was no life guard on the shores. A classmate ran to help him. He died too. And another one too. Before he could reach the hospital, we had lost him.


It was a tough. One day he's between us and the next day he's not. How does one learn to tackle death of a near and dear one. Its so tough on the parents and the siblings. When you are 19 years old, you have so many dreams in your eyes. Of how the life is going to unfold. Of what you are going to be and achieve. Your parents have so many dreams for you. All comes to an abrupt end.


I had not met him for like close to 2 years. I regret it. I have no reasons for not meeting him. I was just too caught up in my own life in Mumbai. Well thats not an excuse. At his funeral, when I saw him lifeless, I was filled with sorrow and remorse. And wondered why him. My grandparents wailed. They were 80-85 and yet living. They cursed themselves. As to why did they have to face this day.


I regretted a lot those days. Losing a younger sibling or anyone for that matter is not easy. But sometimes, I feel that such a wonderful, talented and lovable life ended abruptly. Sometimes, when I go back home to Ahmedabad, I see a plant which he had planted in the garden or the photoframe which he had gifted my folks on their anniversary. My mom found some random scribblings. I feel proud of the person he was. Even though he is no more.


The experience didn't teach me much. Except that I regretted a lot that I didnt meet him enough. Am not very close to my extended family. But sometimes, events like this just come out of the blue and punch you in your face and make your realise that you are just one of the zillions characters in this world and anytime your role on this god forsaken planet might come to an end. And many a times, I feel its just not fair. To anyone. People should be given advance notice. So that they can finish the million things they need to do. Just so that everyone is ok. But I guess - thats life.
 
More to follow on the decade that went by....later !!!!

2006: The year when Munish and me decided to spend our lives together

Strange are the ways of destiny... sometimes things happen when you least expect them to happen... :-) Munish and me had been good friends during college...Well-we were never the best of friends...never ever thought that we'd end up spending our lives together...

But I guess what will be ...will be....

Like they say, 'The heart has its reasons... which reason does not know!!!! "

We, in our own little important ways, were moving towards another life...but I guess Destiny had other plans....

However, after all the hankering, running around, discussions - wise and otherwise, what did materialize was my life with Munish ....:-)

[Thank God - well literally :-)]

Now before I get all mushy, on a day post Valentine's day, I wish I could understand the patterns or paths our lives take ..... the twists and the turns... and of course, the everlasting, never ending....HAPPY ENDING!!!!

Our wedding invite :-)

P.S. Happy Valentines Day !!!!!

2006: The year I completed my MBA

I never thought that I would pursue a post graduation degree till I was in my third year of engineering. It was only in the final year, that I decided to get an MBA.... I wanted my last degree to be from a reputed institute....In my case - Symbiosis, SIIB (http://www.siib.ac.in/) .... Because, I have realised that the type and quality of education plays an important role in one's maturity levels in life...I took a break after my B.E....Joined a coaching class and started to train myself to score decently in the entrances so that I may secure admission in one of the reputed colleges in the country.

After all the entrances and the GD/PIs.... SIIB was it.... :-). The session was to start on June, 10, 2004. From then on, it has been one interesting ride. Hostel life of an MBA institute is strikingly different than what you normally see in engineering hostels. If engineering hostel is about growing up, making friends, having fun and lastly studying.... hostel life during your MBA is just the opposite... Well - for starters, you have individuals who already have formed their personalities...are focused (most of them), know for a fact that they have come here to get a degree and a well paying job, make an impression upon your peer group and faculty and lastly, if you have time, make a couple of friends...with whom you can hang out with.... you may / may not share the same level of comfort after you've graduated or one may just be in touch via a social networking site....:-) Well, thats MBA hostel life for you....Not to undermine it though, had a fantastic time out there ;-)

Going by my past experiences, I kept a very low profile here. Was cautious in my approach...at the end of it, didnt have grades to be proud of ...but yes made some damn good friends...:-)

Munish Aggarwal: A very decent bloke (especially coming from Delhi)....not at all like your typical Delhi MCPs.....We were in the same class, shared a bench in our Spanish Class....In fact I remember, sharing a bench with him for my entire 2nd year....almost...first bench in the right hand-side corner...:-) An honest and trustworth guy...He was trusted with the class attendence (inspite of a class representative already appointed) by the coordinators during the placement season and the guest lectures (which tend to be boring...) so much so that when word got across that Munish Aggarwal is taking attendence, automatically, the entire hall / classroom would start filling up with students....Oh...we cursed him a lot..., we are in the same group, ek proxy toh banti hai....but no....he wont budge...there were a lot of people who paid fines (running in thousands) due to their lack of attendence....thanks to him :-P well, Megha & Harvind were one of them ;-). To give him due credit, he was always there... for all of us...and many a times, him and me ended up arguing and not talking for months...but we shared the bench !!!!  A good friend of mine....who I realised very very very late in my life (well, relatively - will become my future life partner <3)!!!!!

Abhimanyu Sharma: Damn good guy.... my teddy bear friend.... hard core foodie...knew him from my coaching classes in Ahmedabad...and we landed in the same campus...well, he landed at SCMHRD...and me at SIIB...rival institutes....I think it was me who introduced him to beer for the first time at a local restaurant Tammanna...:-P ....

It was the 2 of us who hogged 2 family size pizzas at Pizza Hut along with 2 servings of Garlic bread and Pepsi...:-P (yeah - it was)...never hogged all at one go...soooo much...

I cried (literally like a baby) on his shoulder when I feared that I wont clear my Capital Budgeting project....:-)hehehe...But hell yes - he is a darling....:-)

Currently he is based out of Bangalore and engaged to be married in 2011.

Girl Gang: Well, to boast about ourselves...we were the only girl gang that exists even till today....from our batch.... well, there were others.... but most  of them had very bitchy fall outs...over boys / boyfriends / roomies, over rooms, over partying, etc etc... I mean we were infamous.... there was a lot of gossip about us....I mean what do these girls talk about....how come they are together...why havn't they fought....yet..... In fact one of batchmates, went to the extent of assuming that all of us had a thing for him o_O (what a nerve!!!!!) :-P.....but we stuck along....for good or for bad.... Shobha, Ekta, Soumya, Megha and myself...there were fall outs...and in future also, I guess, there we will be fall outs....but I guess, thats just a part and parcel of the game.

I remember our struggle to reach at class at 9:00 am sharp.... to eat break fast before that.... and if its a friday, we were in for one tough ride...it was compulsory for us to wear a sari...oh!!! how much we struggled....to get ready, eat breakfast and go for a guest lecture (usually from an eminent personality from the industry)....:-)....

I remember us hogging on food on special occassions...Republic Day, Independence Day, etc...

I remember us trying to atleast keep our eyes open while mentally we were elsewhere...to a greener pasture...

I remember us (in my case Ekta and me) struggling with our Capital Budgeting Assignment....and trying to submit it on time....

I remember, me struggling to keep awake in the middle of night (especially with books) since I am NOT a night person...

I remember me, awake till 5....when I watched the collection of 9 Drew Barrymore movies...in one shot...

I remember us, especially Shobha, Ekta, Soumya and myself awake for an entire night in their room watching movies till 5...

I remember our pool account for maggi...hogging maggi and relishing it....

I remember how each of us would take a book / novel for the presentation when a company used to come visit....waiting and reading...for the guest to ARRIVE and start presenting....

I remember, how each of us would wait with anticipation of all the interviews and their results...to see, if this is the company which is going to get lucky :-P...

I remember, how everyone was tensed..since I was the last in our group to get a campus placement...

I remember, how we went disc hopping, well, literally.....3 discotheques.....and all free free free!!!!! ;-)

hmmmm...I remember a lot of things...but cant really write them down :-)

Apart from them, there have been a lot of people with whom I had limited interaction in college.... but am in touch with them regularly...:-) apart from the social networking sites....:-)

Harpreet / Happy.... he was more pally with Munish....well, initally...;-)..but when we were all in Mumbai, got to know him better.... We both went to our Jive classes together.... and I must admit, he caught on the steps much faster than I did :-P... I was really really distressed :-P.... Ok..in my defence, he is Tall...i mean really Tall...atleast 6 ft 2 "...we look like bachaas in front of him.... When he left Mumbai, to join an IT company in Hyderabad, I felt very sad...much more than I thought I would be....:-(

He is now in Bangalore and is single....Looking for some Hot, single, Punju / Sardarni.... :-) to get married too;-)

Aditya / Adi...a very lovable guy....ready to listen....helpful....a computer addict....very very active on anything / everything related to the internet, social networking, blogging, word press, twitter, etc etc.... My best time with him was when we went to the German Bakery in Pune....and of course, whenever I landed myself in the computer lab :-). Someday, I hope to have nice blog like his... http://www.adityasanyal.blogspot.com/


Namit is one smart cookie.... very witty....full on chit chat.... we chat online a lot... infact, there was a time when we played online scrabble ( http://www.lexulous.com/ ) a lot.... :-) He is a smart person, yet single...looking for some Hot, single, sindhi female for him...... I've promised him that I will dedicate an entire post on him...

Well, I am in touch with more or less all of them....we've grown over the years...personally and professionally... we meet now and then.... especially when people keep flying for "official" work....:-).


Its been a good experience.... the range of the experience limited due to my overtly cautious stance.... but hey, no regrets!!!! :-)

2003: The year I became an Engineer

Studying from an not so popular town (*not city) with mainly 2-3 restaurants worth eating at, with movies being the only saviour, at 3-4 single screen theatres and a joint near college called "Maurya" which served a pathetic Rs. 6 coffee (*but served the purpose) would be main locations which I would identify with my years spent pursuing engineering.

From a convent education background from Ahmedabad, which is a major city in every sense, where "hanging" out with girls and boys together, going for late night parties and Navratris was a sharp contrast with respect to 'life' at Dhule.

I had got a rude culture shock (since all the above mentioned activities were highly looked down upon) when I started realising where I had landed and this is what my future moments would be comprised of....o_O ...Well, for starters, I was simply horrible at studies... simply horrible. Words cannot describe it. Wanted to be an architech. Had cleared the entrance for CEPT, Ahmedabad and JJ College of Arts, Mumbai but my dad was adamant that I pursue Engg (*sigh!!!!). Was more of people's person and without any discrimination made myself a lot of acquaintainces (*who I thought were friends). Well, there were a lot a teething problems but had not been for my cousin, adjusting to a life overthere would have been difficult. I learnt to make friends fast... well - I made enemies faster :-P. Enginnering hostel life taught me a lot. From being an easy going, non chalant character, I became a "relatively" cautious and a quiet person (People who know me know would not agree!!! :-)). I learnt to be on my own, I learnt to stand up for my beliefs and what I thought was right (but what may actually be wrong !!!).

There a lot of people who made a very strong impression on me when I was in college....Many of my "best" friends, I am yet in touch with (Thank God!!!). Many of my "acquaintances", I am yet in touch with o_O :-)

Many of my friends which I made there, are not a part of my life now....I realise that they can be easily traceable on Facebook or Orkut...but I lack the incentive and the initiative... But I am happy, everyone's at peace in their own world...settled...

Alka: We have a history :-). When I say history, it is one. There have been phases in our relationship. A phase where we have been roomies, a phase where we have been on a cold war, when we fought, when we flunked, when we were in the opposite "warring" groups :-P, when we were at each other's throat, and also when we spent 10 days together at Pune going from MG Road, FC Road to Lonavla :-), when she was working in Pune and I was studying in Pune.., when she got married, when I went to Mumbai (at her "sasural"), when she flew to Cannada...when she keeps coming back to India intermittently...:-) ... we've spent 12 long and wonderful years going through these phases...and I cherish the relationship we share!!! She is now based out of Toronto, Cannada and has a loving husband and extremely pretty daughter.

Seena: :-). She is such a darling. My coolest friend from T.E.. She is been one of my pillars of strength in the 3rd and the final year. I have relished the Mallu food at her place for 3 weeks in row and God, I cannot forget those gastromically delicious days, that to date I still remember those 3 weeks. She has married Rajanikanth Rao, my senior from college, an amazing guy, very witty and very smart...and what a sense of humour. They have a beautiful daughter and are settled in Bangalore.

Geetika: She has been one of my best buddies, my roomie for 2 years and the most funny and fun loving person. Have spent a great amount with her and Parminder (then boyfriend, now husband). A very very close friend. These two were my "backing" in college :-). We had a fall out in the last days of college but we got back in touch (thanks to her - my inflated and misplaced "ego" does not allow me to call people) a couple of years back.

Manjusha: Ho ho....Manjusha Singh became my guardian in College. She was my senior. We used to hang out quite a bit in college. She was one girl from whom even the guys were scared of taking panga from!!!! hehehe...But ya, she has a very peculiar habit of dissappearing from the horizon now and then...She is now in Mumbai... We meet on and off...and yes - I would really like her to married and settled down :-).

Himani: I knew her from childhood. My first roomie, Ahmedabad buddy, family friend. Our folks have known each other since the last 30 years. We came to this college together. We really didnt hit it off at the beginning, but over a period of time found our spaces with each other. She shares her birthday with my mom's and BTW, my mom suggested her name "Himani".

Bhawani: My buddy. The guy with whom I used to hang out with. Rumours floated amok. Then GF didnt like me. I didnt like her. We "separated"..... We got back in touch in the last year of my college and till date, we've been friends.... :-) I thought, he is going to  be an eternal bachelor...but thankfully, he has been hooked by the right girl in 2010 and is roaming the world with her :-).

Vikalp: I really dont know what to tell about him. Well, the guy is just there. Always, ready to listen, ready to give advice and yes - ready to eat (dont mean MTR, he is a hard core foodie). He is a "binder"... "glue".... if you know what I mean.... He "made" Geetika and me talk :-O :-) and I thank him from the bottom of my heart for this. God bless. He is married and has a good looking hunk for a son :-).

Babbli: My Manipuri friend. She left her engineering mid-way and dissappeared. But now I am back in touch with her again after a long gap of over approximately 7 years (maybe). She traced me on Orkut. She now works and lives in Noida.

Urvashi: I cannot cherish my memories of college without cherishing the relationship I had with Urvashi. She was my confidant. My problem solver. My agony aunt. My Mirror. My friend. We had a fallout (my fault). We never got back together again (my fault, my inflated ego, etc). I think I feel the void sometimes, but with time, I guess things..fade....

Puchu: My cousin. The reason my father could trust me in a strange land. I never thought we'd become friends. But then I never thought, a fight between us would turn ugly that even now after like 10 years... we dont talk. We "communicated" once or twice maybe, but then that was it. My mom keeps taunting me about it... but even that does not do any wonders.... I guess we just went on our different paths... I guess we both were stubborn...egoistic...(maybe)...

Pritesh: Nice guy. Been a good friend. But he found it hard to understand that a No means No. Would have been good to be friends with him though... but I am kinda out of touch...

There were a lot of other names... lot of other faces which I remember....lot of other events, happenings ....which is difficult to write about all in one go.... Regret not maintaining a diary...But over a period of time, as and when I remember, will keep posting...

There are a lot of people who came, impressed a thought and left..... They are one of my innumerable contacts on Facebook.... I know whats happening in their lives.... I keep commenting or "liking" stuff...give my contribution....and revel in the thought that "hey, we are in touch".... but its just not the same.... I guess, time flies...leaves a footprint...some are cast in stone...some in sand....some are washed away.... with time....

2003, shall and will always be an important chapter of my life!!!!

2010_The decade that was

By and large, 2010 was good. Memorable in some ways and well, as I look back.... I will cherish this decade.... :) for a lot of things...

For starters, I began with the 2nd year of my engineering at Dhule.....3 years of my hostel life....made some wonderful friends :-)...and even more amazing enemies...:-P... some enemies became friends and some friends become enemies... and well - some - fell in almost categories.

Now that I have started writing, I feel I have so much write... so much to tell.... that makes me think I will divide this blog....

2003: The year I became an Engineer from SSVPS COE, Dhule

2006: The year I completed my MPIB (Finance), Pune

2006: The year when Munish and me decided to spend our lives together

2006: The year I lost Puneet, my 19 year old star brother.

2007: The year I left Deloitte to join ICICI Prudential AMC.

2007: The year I got engaged to Munish

2008: The year I got married to Munish

2008: The year we honeymooned in Dalhousie and I formatted the camera by mistake and lost all pics in the process

2009: The year we went to Goa

2009: The year I left ICICI Prudential AMC to join Universal Sompo GIC

2010: The year we went to Ladakh. The most awesome ('est) trip.

2010: The year I went to Goa for the 2nd time. Realised Goa is no fun without Munish :-)

2010: The year my brother Mayank got engaged.

Planning to divide it in 2001-03, 2004-06, 2006-08 and 2008 onwards.

:-)

Adios!!!

Till I post again!!!! :-)

Silver

I remember, in the november of 2005, 2nd year of my MBA course at Symbiosis, we had gone on a camping trip to Rajmachhi Fort. We reached the foot hills by around 9:00 PM and had to walk quite a distance to get into the village.... to the ground where we could camp. The walk was around 2-3 kilometers... crossing the plain, a plateau and river beneath. It was a full moon. We started walking and I could not contain my wonder.... every thing was so silent, so quite, so peaceful and so beautiful. A gentle breeze was flowing.... except for the stomping of tired feet there was no sound, no noise, nothing....
sometimes "nothing" sounds so wonderful....At that point of time, I vividly remember, that these very lines had popped in my head....

I had not been able to save the memory .....either in a video or a photagraph.... I have decided to quote the poem over here....just so that I remember what it was like..... :)

Hope to revisit the memory in some other form in the near future....


Silver by Walter De La Mare

Slowly, silently, now the moon

Walks the night in her silver shoon;
This way, and that, she peers, and sees
Silver fruit upon silver trees;
One by one the casements catch
Her beams beneath the silvery thatch;
Couched in his kennel, like a log,
With paws of silver sleeps the dog;
From their shadowy cote the white breasts peep
Of doves in silver feathered sleep
A harvest mouse goes scampering by,
With silver claws, and silver eye;
And moveless fish in the water gleam,
By silver reeds in a silver stream.