Bheema's blunder..

Few days back I was in Davangere with Mayank and Harshit. The purpose of journey was VTU's pool campus. We didn't expect such a huge crowd there. We got a hint about the crowd only when we reached Majestic Bus Stand. Majestic seemed full with student's and everyone was waiting for a bus to Davangere. Luckily Mayank had booked ticket's advance and we were relieved. It was obvious that hotel's would be filled too by morning. So I called Justdial and managed a few phone number's of lodge's in Davengere. The first four calls depressed us and we presumed we had to change to formal's at the public toilet itself. The fifth call somehow managed a room for us at Bheema Lodge. The manager also informed that his lodge was two kilometer's away from the bus depot. While in the bus journey Mayank didn't let me sleep; he was keeping me busy brushing up the subject's of Mechanical. I was feeling sleepy; still couldn't sleep. I still remember him saying, "Bhai, aaj jaag le, kal placement ho gaya to Cab rent pe leke sote hue aayenge.." (Brother, stay awake tonight, if we have a good news by tomorrow we will rent a cab and sleep in peace and come).

We reached the bus depot. The army of auto rickshaw driver's covered us. We had gained experiences from our past trip's that after midnight taking an auto-rickshaw cost's a great deal. We avoided them and decided to walk. As soon as we stepped out of the depot, we discovered an isolated main road. The only creatures accompanying us were the street dog's. We saw a many lodges nearby. We banged every door of every lodge to search for a room. We enjoyed waking up the snoring manager's at the counter's. Everyone replied with a harsh tone, "Room Illa.." (No room). We somehow found the route to Bheema Lodge and walked in. The manager spoke in his sleepy voice, "Boss, Room Illa..". After we let him know about the advenced booking he handed the key to us. 

Luckily the room was in the ground floor itself and we were spared from the pain of climbing up & down the stair's. The room was a single room with a single bed for three of us. We were shocked to hell. It was a small room with a bed, two chair's, a table and a TV. Harshit placed himself on the bed, Mayank rested himself with the hotel blanket on the ground and I slept on the chair itself. We slept for an hour or so. We woke up for the last minute revision. It was time to get ready for the bid day ahead. We then realized the real shit was yet to come. The toilet had no lock. Finally, we were three boys in a single room and no lock for the toilet door. We swore to each other that none shall open the door while one of them is busy attending the nature's urgent call.

We got ready for the big day with a lot of expectations. We turned there on time. There were many thousand's like us. We did stand up for six hour's and there was nothing except depression. We returned back to hotel and came back to Bangalore on that day itself. I realized that day what Mriganka Sir taught me when I was a child,

"Less Expectation, More satisfaction
More Expectation, Less Satisfaction"

Die Another Day..

Would you stop for a while,

sit back and listen my pain?

Would you lend your hand,

pull me to stand stiff,

and ask me my grief?

Would you care to ask,

what's the last that now I need,

before you leave?

Would you care to give,

everything you shall promise?

Would you stop behind,

and stay with me?

As you leave away,

there's my wish I would say,

would you please die another day..

Woke up this morning to a phone call from home; thing's weren't good. He was no more. He's dead; he left for the Garden of Eden and in search of the solitude. Thousand's of miles away where now he's being burnt to ashes, I sit here isolated and nothing to do. Helpless and I feel stabbed right in my chest. All I could do, sit back and write a few lines to his soul. Rest in peace, you shall remain deep within forever.

Remember Me..??

Excited by thoughts,

and chanting word's of love,

I walk towards thou,

wandering thou shall run,

as thou shall spot me come,

inhaling some air of peace,

on my shoulder's thou shall smile..

"Remember me, my beautiful angel?"

as these word's I announce,

thou's face now so strange,

this moment I fail to realize,

when thou nod in negative,

might be today thou dream's different,

in love and thought's of another man,

away from me and my heart..

Unlike my belief and faith,

thou, you have changed,

thou, now a satire on my thought's,

thou spit on my dream's,

and thou make me realize,

love and life ain't too easy..

One day..

For that day, I wait and see,

believe in faith and worship persistence,

you'll come and walk along,

you'll be back with me at home,

you'll realize lewd thought's of youth,

and that lust ain't the truth,

I know that moment soon or tardy,

will arrive for the good for me,

I sit near my window and stare outside,

drink peacefully this inebriant fluid,

and wait for you to arrive,

and bring me back to life..

The Aristocrat feeling

Guwahatians must have traveled through the city bus plying through the length and breadth of the city. Have you ever stood on the back door and had experienced that aristocracy. If not, please do it soon. My high school days have always passed standing beside the back door and leaping in and out at every stop. The experience of enjoying the cool breeze on your face on the summer evening's of the city is another beauty. Standing on the door step is not a reason of the bus overcrowding; it is even seen on an empty bus. I once remember one incident when I had to reach Panbazar early morning. I got up at Maligaon at 6:15 AM and there were only three passenger's. The driver was full excited on the empty road and every bus stop looked empty. He stopped at Bharalumukh for a minute or two and again he accelerated. I still remember the sight. The early morning view of river Brahmaputra near fancy bazar and the fog that was a blanket above the mighty river created an epic of natural beauty. The aristocracy of enjoying such a climate with the blanket of nature gives a different definition to life.

Bhai kal college hai kya..??

I am sure the title itself has made everyone cherish their college life. This is perhaps the most frequent and common question which we ask from the start till the end of our college life. Whatsapp, SMS, FB message, BBM - everywhere we post this question almost everyday. The strange fact is we post this question only when the probability of answer being YES is maximum. When we know that its a holiday we are somewhere celebrating in another world.

Now when only a couple of months are left to cherish the last few months of my college life I wonder where will such stupid questions one day disappear. In the struggle of secured career and handsome salary we shall forget all the mischief of college life. When the formal dress codes will replace our Phati-purani jeans and pocket money shall become salary; fun will only be recalled in memories. Soon we will forget the fun of sharing one samosa in a group of five and shall get entangled with classy corporate buffets. Waking up long nights in our office room we shall recall the days of sitting the entire night beside a friend in his hospital bed. Sitting in the leather seat of a sedan we shall recall the days of three in a motorcycle. Everything shall change and nothing will be the same. The life of fun will turn to a life of formalities. Until then lets enjoy these last moments of college life. Let us not forget the fun of group studies, mass bunks, late night coffee, night out, Maggi. In these last days of college life, lets live our life double.