Silver Metro..

Location - 3rd Floor, Total Mall, Madiwala (Near Madiwala Police Station)

Ambiance - Good (4/5)

Service - Good (4/5)

Food - Average (3/5)

Price - Rs 375+taxes

Well the first look of the place would itself attract you towards it. The ambiance being totally different from any other buffet of the city. Seating arrangement's are available both on a dining hall and the metro deck. The welcome of the staff is quite warm.

I obviously chose my seat on the metro deck, which then reminded me of the Delhi Metro, which I travelled years back.

The Starter's Bhel Puri, Papri Chat, Veg Dim sum and  Chicken Dim sum. The starter's aren't going to disappoint you. There was a veg Soup and a Mutton Soup also.

The main course had Chicken Kabab, Egg Fried Rice, Gosh Biryani, Chicken Curry, Egg Curry, Paneer, Veg Fried Rice, Lady's finger masala, Chowmein and Papad. 

The dessert was awesome. Chocolate, Vanilla and Strawberry Ice Cream; Gajar Ka Halwa, Cake, Gulab Jamun. Sweet's and Ice Cream are always a blessing for me. 

One different thing about the entire place was that the soft drink's there was also on the list of buffet. While it was my turn it did end soon; I guess that's not a part of their regular job.

Money Value cannot be expected; although one could pay visit to enjoy the ambiance.



 All the pictures were taken by Sidhartha Borkakati, my roommate.

Passing Class Eight..

Rakesh & me were always on the same boat as kids. We studied together, lived nearby, played together and also flunked together. It was the half yearly exams that went too bad and our results was scheduled on the day next to Diwali. We almost saw our marks card with a red mark in every nightmare and our peace turned into havoc. We could not even dream of celebrating Diwali as we knew that the next morning our Garden of Eden would turn into a haunted house for us. We watched the day turn dusk and dusk turn dark and then every lane and every door covered with the brightest color of light and to the opposite, our faces covered with the mask of dullness. We saw our friends bursting cracker's and became even sadder. Our football field was dark, same as our face. We searched a lot, yet didn't find anyone to sit beside and comfort us in hour of pain. We decided to sit beside our football field and watch everyone celebrate. We did regret a lot, and realized nothing could be changed at that hour. We wished if somehow our answer paper's got misplaced or our teacher showed some mercy on your sweet young faces. We never felt lonelier than that moment. We even counted stars in the sky; our count went till 16-17 and then again we became busy filling the voids of our loneliness. We talked about studies and swore to no mischief's and decided to study seriously. We separated and reached home; slept early. We woke up and prayed every God we knew. We reached school and saw our result's. Luckily it was not that worse as we thought it would have been. Still we were screwed. Somehow I managed with my usual policy of 'Self Signing the Report Card with Dad's sign' and escaped the scolding scenario. Within a day or two we forgot our promises and then we were back. Me, rakesh, friend's and our football field; together we smiled in the evening's with the smiling Sun. Luckily we didn't flunk the final's yet never passed with good mark's.

Placement Day..

Last Tuesday was our placement day. Me and Mayank along with a few friend's didn't satisfy the requirement criteria for the company. The entire day I saw most of my friend's in formals and they appeared so matured. They looked completely changed within a day. Everyone of them had a face of hope. They watched us as we stared towards them. While they marched ahead to the placement center with a ray of hope; me & Mayank stood motionless with our sad little face. While everyone walked for a job, different ideas started walking in our head. Several business ideas suddenly started popping in our heads. I knew that someday I had to see this day in near future but Mayank never had this day in his worst nightmare. Even Roshan was not there to be with us; which further added to our disappointment. We attended an hour of lecture; and our Lecturer's words seemed to sympathize us; which added more to our bucket of disappointment. Mayank and me decided to bunk the rest of the day. The next question was What to do for the rest of the day?? Several ideas like Chicken Party, Bowling for Soup came to our mind. We declined and decided to go for Grand Masti. After a relinquishing breakfast we headed for the theater. The movie somehow made us happy for an hour or two. We separated and reached our rooms. Mayank looked depressed as he left on his Enfield. After I reached home, I had numerous questions for myself. I was confused whether someday I will have a job or not. Just then someone from inside spoke to me that after graduation life shall be a mountain for me. I will have to climb a great altitude to stand tall. I realized fear deep within. Just then I remembered I love Mountains..!!

In search of Laden..

Flashback to those days of my golden childhood when treat meant a bubblegum, fun meant football, happiness meant friend's and sadness meant getting hurt on our knees. We were three great buddies then - Rakesh, Tauseef and me. We were classmates too. Those days we had less pocket money and our desire for junk foods was endless. It was all of sudden in every news channel those days, where Osama Bin Laden's photo was shown and a heavy amount of reward for the person was announced who would declare any links associated with him. An idea popped in Rakesh's head. He said his idea would end our crisis and we could eat every food that we wanted. He said us that if some how we searched for Laden and found him somewhere we could get a huge amount of cash. We supported his thoughts. He further added that might be he is hiding somewhere in our locality. It was obviously stupid thought, but as young detectives we supported him. He made the plan and asked both of us not to disclose it to any one. We swore it would remain a secret. We searched daily in the evenings and in the noon on Sunday's. We never got tired for three week's. We searched every lane in our locality, we even jumped in the shallow drains. We got tired within a few days and left our search. We sat disappointed in our football field and watched other mates eat freely and wondered in our young heads where Laden might be. Our dreams for that cash just got shattered within a while. At the end, we prayed Almighty that where ever Laden might be, may he get killed early and may the entire world again breath some air of peace.

Dead Girl's Gift..

As I drift deep in my dreams,

reality fades and as now it seems,

tearing the fog a soul walks steadily,

slowly as that dead girl walks to me..

Introspecting the world of misery,

walking past desert's so dreary,

Searched lot for peace, never found it,

now that dead soul gift's t to me..

As her finger's palpate my face,

on her thigh's she keep's my head,

her wandering soul gift's to me,

freedom from life and it's misery..

Till the pyre..

13th January 2012, a black Friday. The entire day I spent sitting near my grandfather. The right side of his body was paralyzed and he was lying in the bed, inhaling the last breaths of his life.  It was very painful to see him in that position. He spoke some broken words, I could barely understand. Everyone of the family getting disappointed with every passing moment. I saw my mother, I never saw her cry like this before. By evening I decided to leave. While I was leaving away I saw my grandfather's face. I called him once. He did respond in broken words. There was a silent call from inside me which spoke like this was the last time I am seeing him alive and it seemed like he was not going to see the next sunrise again. Regardless of all these I left, mom joined me too. It was just two hours since I left when I got a call. My grandfather was no more. It seemed like the pictures of my childhood were fading away and everything became void in a blow. I rushed to Kamakhya with mom. My mom was quiet. Perhaps she was too recalling her days of childhood when her father was her hero, and today he left us all alone. When I reached my uncles place I saw many people standing. I made my way through the crowd. He was there, wrapped in a white cloth and he was sleeping in the deepest silence of life. I could not imagine I would someday see him in a such a gesture. When a few men started to lend their shoulder to him, I rushed to pick him up. As he was there on four shoulder's I realized tears broke my heart and shattered it. He was always a hero. As a child I remember he used to carry me on his shoulder's and he was always an energetic man. Even years after his retirement he did 20 push-ups very easily. It was not easy to carry a dead man in the ups and downs and narrow curves of the hills; and I realized this when several times I was asked to leave and somebody else would hold him in his ultimate ride. Every time I was asked I declined. I was always close to him; and so I wanted to remain close until the last moment. When we reached the cremation spot he was placed carefully on the pyre. I held him by his chest, I just wish if I could feel his heart beat for a while. I saw him for the last time. I prayed for the entire time. Hindu culture began and the last rites were over. I stayed there for the entire time. I saw him burn away. I saw his bones in those ashes. Human life is too delicate and too fragile; I realized. I left as everyone left. My black Friday took someone special away from me.

Do you feel the rain,

and the downpours of pain,

as its wet again and again,

as I cry on your name..

I sit and ask so early why?

Alone in dark, I watch the sky,

in another world that's too far,

there where shines one bright star,

I feel it smile as I gaze to it,

just the way you smiled back at me,

every time I think, I weep at this,

May your soul rest in peace..

P. S- The picture is not the original picture of my grandfather. I took it from Google Images. The picture is taken only with the intention to deliver the reader's a pictorial view of Hindu cremation.