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..

Bidding Goodbye to my four-legged friend...

Today, I think was the saddest day of my life..untill today my saddest day was when I had not passed my half yearly examination in Standard XI, somewhere around October 2003.. But, even on that day when my parents were shocked, sad and surprised at the way my grades had fallen; I had someone to hug and cry,someone who was neither shocked nor surprised and that 'person' who is no more there with me today..

"Jojo" ..I love you.. How you came into my life, I've already expressed in poetry, and it forms part of this blog. You completed 10years and 10months of a loving relationship with each and every person of my family..not just them, people who had never seen you in person but just in videos and pictures are concerned about you.. it only goes to show the extent of your loyalty and love for us..

The last two months had been difficult for you and worrying for us..I could never imagine not taking you for a night stroll or not seeing you licking off the tit bits of cake and 'payesh'..but there was hope until yesterday when I saw you in pain, in everything you did..and that's when I prayed to God to either let you recover or let go of you..he chose the latter and so did you..

So, baby you were waiting for me na? I came home and that's when you decided to bid goodbye to all of us..Last evening when you finished off three bowls of water and wagged your tail when I touched you, you can't imagine how happy I was.. You ensured that on your last day, you make my day.

I think practically, and feel that you left us at the right moment, before you could suffer even more..but emotionally, there is a void. The house looks empty and every nook and corner reminds me of you..

Not a day passed since 1998 when I did not take your name at home..and today, I just can't refer you and your naughty times in past tense. I was about to open a chocolate wrapper coz I jus felt like eating one..but my hands trembled. I remembered you, the way your eyes turned towards me and your ears stood upright on hearing the wrapper twist and open up noisily..and then you would want a bite from whatever I was having!! Thankgod I bought a camera phone this year, or else I would not have had those wonderful videos of you relishing mutton and gajar ka halwa and you chasing the monkeys from the garden.. Now there is nobody to guard Mamma's kitchen garden from the lagurs and monkeys and shoo off mongoose famililies.. There will be no 'beware of dog' board on the gate anymore..Its a drastic change Jojo. Baba, had allowed me to bring you home at the age of 1 month on so many pre-conditions, and when you loved him unconditionally, he forgot all of those.. He cannot cry like me and mamma, so he becomes quiet. You know how much he loves you. Mamma will feel sad everyday when she returns from school after a tiring day and does not see you on your little bed. I hope god gives us the strength and courage to fight this loneliness..

I can keep on writing about you..there is so much that I wish to tell..

I so wish god had given a longer life span to dogs, because I feel they deserve it truly.

We'll miss you, all our lives..May your soul rest in peace. Love you Jojo baby..Take Care, wherever you are...

Compensatory sleep!!

Staying in the 'singlet'- a single room( considered very special in hostel) as you are living independently, without a room mate is something I recently experienced. Well, with or without a 'roomie', I've got used to being surrounded by friends most of the time. With the chit-chat extending to eternity, time just flies and what's more..we don't feel sleep deprived!! Even the beginning of a 'healthy routine' with a morning run did not stop us from catching up on a 30 minute snooze before bath-breakfast and big tiring day!

What happens to me and most of us, the moment we come back home? Its as if I've not slept for ages and I hit the bed once and get up after a century!! Puffed up -reddened eyes, dreams and sequel to those dreams running on my mind as I'm in dreamland and at the end of the day I realise I'm not doin much other than sleeping, eating and shopping; oh yeah endlessly surfing the net too!! So, the question is what happens to our body clock when we get to 'home sweet home'? All's well, but I get petrified thinking that excess sleep makes you grow plump, because your body fat keeps accumulating in the real world while you're holidaying at dreamland!! Babies grow in their sleep, I've heard and so do we!!!

I've promised myself to go for an evening run with my dad today. I think I'll accomplish it i.e. if I wake up by 5pm instead of 7pm after lunch!!

"God! wish me luck! I wanna finish off with my compensatory sleep"

KOSI CALAMITY

The river banks which once would have been, for lovers-a safe haven
The river which would have been a business blossom for the fishermen,

The plunges into the river bed, the little naked boys enjoyed probably,
The gushing of the water as the oars scrape through, rowing the boats lightly.

But often the water wished differently,
It did not remain a safe haven and it ruined the fishermen..

The little boys pined to rejoice in the water with giant leaps,
But their mothers clutched them close and all they did was weep..

The river of sorrow, the story of pain,
millions marooned, many maimed..

Just an embankment could have stopped from hell breaking loose,
You will shudder and you will wail, if you're in the victim's shoes..

Destruction done is done,tears rolling over cheeks , dropped in the flood.
Its time to lend a helping hand, its time to stop talking and start doing...