Lets get back to our daze..

Living through it every moment,

without your voice, your face..the empty space.

Cutting through it every day,

the void, the haze that leaves its trace.

The change is here..its happening,

I thought I could deal with it but it is challenging.

My eyes well up even when I try hiding the tears,

I have no fear yet the emotions sear.

What am I supposed to do? How am I supposed to be?

I want to stay in your embrace forever, I don't wanna be free.

So keep me close, keep me within your gaze,

Love me like always..set me free from this puzzling phase..lets get back to our daze...

freaked out!

We all read in the papers..we talk of it often..our dependance on the internet, on mobile phones.. Our incessant wish to check our email even when we are not sure of what so important would be there on our inbox!! I know of 'nomophobia'..the fear of being out of mobile phone contact but I don't know if my freaking out 5mins back was some sort of a phobia! Well..as I signed into gmail..my password would not get accepted! I tried once,twice ,thrice..and I could feel my cheeks turn warm..maybe my eyes popped out..I don't even know what sort of a horrid facial expression I was giving! Then I tried signing into blogger..retyping each letter of my id..each letter of my FOURTEEN LETTER password!! God! How was that possible!! Someone hacked my acocunt..for a few seconds I think I just could not make myself to breathe... But then a tiny flash near d keyboard is what caught my attention! Yes, it was CAPSLOCK!!!

Agreed..I'd been ignoring my blog for ages..but God! this was not the most peaceful way of bringing me to write!!

Finally I'm at peace! No hackers please..

Memories etched forever..

With hope for adventure, with a smile of expectations,

the four of us tread our way, to a trip..though short,but unforgettable..

Bags packed, snacks stacked, we began our journey,

through state borders of Punjab, Himachal and Haryana...

The bus wound its way to the hillocks and hills,

it seemed all the same, untill we felt the slight chill...

Yes, we were drifting away from the rainless dry earth of the plains,

we were at 'Nahan', and as if under heavenly reigns...

The clear skies, patched with cotton white clouds,

The mountains, ever so dense;greenery an essence...

Four friends, four hours,

and there we were at 'dastar asthan'

We took a breath of fresh air,

Enjoyed the drizzle and the panorama of paonta sahib so clear...

Over the bridge, under which the Yamuna flows,

the road that links one end to Uttarakhand and the other to Himachal's rainbow...

From paonta sahib to herbertpur,

from Herbertpur to Vikasnagar ,

we looked around in awe, of the beauty surrounding us...

A warm welcome by a loving family,

no wonder our friend is so lovable, just as her folks...

a walk around the countryside,

sneak peek into the old lanes running side by side...

Then came 15th August, the day freedom is to be felt..

Did we not feel it through and through with a tinge of pride,

Looking at the gen-next..little school girls and boys?

They sang, they danced..

they recited poems from the glorious past,

we realised these were the days one is nurtured from our country's clay to a cast..

Off we were amongst the mountains of Mussourie

Stolen into some fairy world,

Alas..something earthly followed us..

yeah it was the abominable 'traffic jam'..in a swirl!

Nothing stopped our spirits to reach the destined destination..

There we were after walking uphill, 2kms and a half..to feel the slight tingle and chill..

All that was to be seen were the green mountains and the clouds cloaking the valleys,

the market was pretty much Delhi,Nanital, Mumbai..

Taste buds woke up to the good ol' 'Bhutta'

And before we knew we were walking through clouds..!

The sun went down behind the hills,

and our hearts sank as we were home bound..

Back to Vikasnagar was still full of hope,

because the fresh air, we were sure to breathe..

When time came to go back to 'City Beautiful'

all we did was sigh...

We knew we'd miss all those wonderful moments with friends ...all our lives

Valuable assets passed on..

The entire 8th semester wrapped up in a single whooosh.... the graduation party( we'r done with the B.A, out of the B.A,LL.B!!) and the farewell to seniors( which was surrounded by lots of drama and controversy) were enjoyed at the end of the day.. Another very important agenda of the 8th semester was the RESULT of the dreaded 7th Semester.. but in record breaking incident, we'r at the threshhold of giving our exams and the previous result isn't out yet!! So, now that exams got really near and we finally decided to buy books and xerox the necessary material.. I got some notes photostated for the subject called Business Law since it was a mixture of so many statutes that i deferred buying separate books! Obviously, I did not even touch them until the preparatory leave arrived and that when I discovered something..

As I started reading the notes..something related to government securities..bonds et al.. the impressions from the past came alive.. I read a name, my immediate senior's name( ya its her notes most of us have copied)..but at another place was another name..of a senior of a senior( super senior).. so you see how notes are passed as valuable assets!! Then I stepped upon something written on top of the paper..some senior of mine in his/her utter frustration had written the following couplets- "Chameli ek saloni hai...saloni ladki hai yeh Chameli".. !!!!!

I grinned..and moved on and after a few more pages..I read the following

10 roses

Card( via speed post)

a pack of fererro rochers

Bouquet of flowers

"Not bad..not bad..wah ji wah"

And I smiled this time..and moved on with my chapter..

Later i discovered a senior's name wit ha prefix to it "Lietenant" ..It dawned on me that he was no more. Felt ackward. How much he would have loved to have that prefix to his name, the pride of writing one's rank next to one's name cannot be imagined.. but he could never realise that dream.

At that I must have taken a long break from my reading.. Business law was no more on my thoughts.. Just some pages..not original..photocopied over these years, given to juniors again and again said little things.. About someone challenging one's grey cells to some nonsense rhymes, and some one appreciating a lover's effort to woo his girl...and about someone who was stuck up in the law course and was dreaming of holding a rifle!!

Notes are not just to read, pass the exam and throw away.. when you give it to your juniors with your share of scribbles and scraps, you're passing a new phase and beginning some one's beginning..

As i bid adieu to the 8th semester.. I made it a point to do my share of scribbling and smiled..

Finer pleasures of life..

Mornings-neither too cold nor too warm..just pleasant..just a September morning

Afternoons- those lazy afternoons when I'd love to just nap but would ultimately slip into slumber

Hug- A group hug..just mom dad and me

Hand shake- a warm soft paw within my palm..just Jojo

Leisure-sitting, reading a book,among hundreds of Larkspurs,Petunias, Sweet Williams and Dahlias..just so March

Crave-One bar..just one; of chocolate..and just mmmm..

Walk-Night, star studded..fallen leaves, and the clittering crickets..

Talk- For hours together..about anything under the sun and time just passes..

Sip- Coffee..and you let your heart out..just like that

Sit- On a bench,where you can aimlessly observe..just watch the crowd thinning or getting denser

Sleep- in mum's lap, no matter how grown up you may have become..just cherish it

Laugh- That hearty laughter and tears rolling out..just so priceless

Sing- Yes, its nice on the stage..but in the bathroom..just you and your echo..

Pride-When I see dad dorning the Olive Green..

Accomplishment- To cheer someone up..

Tears- just thinking of times bygone..happy times

Care- When someone knows just whats on your mind and in your heart..

Love- transcends into unfathomable depths and sky scraping heights..just so undefinable..

Smile- A resplendent something..that just lights up another smile..

And so many more of these finer pleasures of life..that we just don't notice everyday and these moments stay momentarily and pass...

कभी ..

कभी तोह तुम आओगे , कभी तोह यह शाम अधूरी न लगेगी।
कभी तोह जी भर के बातें करेंगे , कभी तोह बंदिश टूटेगी।

दिन रात का ठिकाना न होगा , इंतज़ार का येही फल्सफ्हा होगा।
गर तुम साथ होगे, इस दुनिया से डर न होगा ।

इस राह पर जो हम चल पड़े , कुछ पल यादों में समेटे ओझल हो चलें ।
आँखें मूँद कर कल को दिल में समां लूँ , आने वाले हर दिन की शुरुवात अभी से सजा लूँ ।

इस छोटी सी ज़िन्दगी के इतने अरमान ,
बस इंतज़ार है की ख़त्म हो चाहत का इम्तिहान।

This thing called 'love'

The day to celebrate love, is here..right here,
Love freely; say it; confess it..have no fear,

The fallen autumn leaves are no more there,
Its spring and the greenery spreads everywhere..

A shady tree, a cuppa coffee,
shopping spree, or sumptuous meals..

Every little thing about love, simple and sweet..
price charming and eternal goddess, is how they treat..

Long walks, arm in arm,
'blush'- as he looks into her eyes,
a' rush'- as their heart beats rise..

Its so magical, this thing called 'love',
Its easy and yet so tough...

Sweet poison some call it,
'elixir' of life, people agree..

What could be better, than knowing you're in love?
What could be worse, than staying so far apart?

What could be lovelier than knowing you're cared about?
What could be worse, than waiting to show it, and still...have days to count..