wonderer

DREAMS....forever

2008-07-28T08:58:00.000-07:00

It takes so little to sit and dream something...during the day, at night while walikng your dog, while sitting in the loo, while visiting the zoo....dreams...so easy but mostly like in the air...when no one knows if they will ever come true.....Every dream i ever saw came true is in my life and speaking to me....telling me to never stop dreaming....if all of them came true surely the rest will too....With the hand of God above me all the time, i dont loose hope....but this one dream....so comman with everyone....do i see it too or just let it be and forget about it...tough as it maybe....to see or not to see is my biggest question.....alone as i will walk the roads of life...will the answer ever come....which dream to stay with the one i have or the one i want....

2008-05-20T08:43:00.000-07:00

What started from finding synonyms for your personality on a hot summer morning of 2006 has come to the other end of the tunnel.....those"slice" of life talks, the countless cups of tea, the deadlines of M.K,the afternoon to night affairs of telenews boards,the last day documentary shooting, the competition for the editorial board, the tests,the dissertation phobia, the teacher less classes,the camera obsession,the compulsory newspaper reading, the bike rides on a cloudy day.....seems like a beautiful history chapter with pages of gold....
All arguments have suddenly lost meaning....only flashes are the boys occupying the last benches ALWAYS, except in Billo's lecture,the pleasent smile on Gauris face,the constant newspaper reading by Navdeep,Amit Khanna's hand and the voice"ee dus rupay de na...party karte hain",Yogesh's B2, Amit"style icons" collars,Meheks questions,Manpriya's sleevless clothes in winter mornings,Ajits M.B.A. tests, Anjalis frizzy hair, Rupinders company in dissertation discussion,Ruchi's confusing name, Bharti's simease twin relation,Shophia's christmas parties and birthday cakes,Ritinta's hand movements, Suanshus intelligent questions and chitter chatter,Dekshas size minus 10 waiste size,Arushis dress, Rammnnder's carefree attitude, Neha Walai's "cheating" capabilities, Dikshas Media fest, Vishlas mind for planning, Pojas forever shiviring voice,Neha's non chatting stlye and the kajal in her eyes,Mallika's typical Bengali looks, Tashis highway to hell,Neha "bharins's schone,Shipras professional bonding,Jyoti's "sonia gandhi", Rinchins ladkah, Hemants forehead scar,Arunpreets tiny argument,Mohinas cute slippers, Monicas "Tilak",Grovers styling,Nidhis playfullness, Reetikas presence,Mandeep's hair,Nayals super cute voice, Monicas"sparsh",Harman's tall frame....i hope i left no one....
love u all...each one of u...hope the best comes your way always...God Bless

Full Circle

2008-03-21T09:16:00.000-07:00

She told me life took a full circle at 20...."what exactly do you mean by a full circle"...its like enlightenment.....i sat back on the wheel.....thinking.....enlighntment....definatly at 23.....really some times i do end up feeling that time really flies....never even came to know how maths has become history or how tough chemistry is.....those hindi singing notebooks....the seven keys to success seem to have gotten sold with those notebooks and fresher objective notebooks have replaced them....college is now the dazzling past which will never come back...hope still for a better period in life....but for sure...its the end of an era...so wonderful, so lovely and so innocent...that of books and education and studies and academics....

Perfect

2008-02-12T08:31:00.000-08:00

It takes a lot to come up with a perfect dress which fits you right.....A nip, a tuck, the opinions, the slit here, a slit too short, a slit too long, the colors, the designing....the rejection, the rethinking...is it right?what do i do to make it more attractive? do i change the pattern, the look or start all over?
Will i ever be able to find the one perfect dress which hides my flaws and flaunts my ecessive workouts at gyms...
Sometimes its not just one person who has to wear the dress but also the scores of people who see you wearing one that matter and wish t have the same dress...
Like an advertsiment???
Think about it..

FREE

2008-02-12T08:15:00.000-08:00

A tiny non motorable, dusty lane.....No signboard....any average baby would faint at the sight of it.....but yeah a great playground for children and an amazing hangout for the youngsters....Ideally its supposed to be a "FREE Government dispensry"...but the broken....everything is nothing less than scary.....Just two people...one chilling infront of the heater and the other emptying vessels.....the rickty table, the dirty chairs, the illegible notices asking for bottles incase of liquidated medication...(thank God).....the only one wrikled face asking for cough medicine, her thick glasses, one putruding tooth and matt black nails....
Some people say it so right when they say that "research is the basis of advertising"
God bless all those who enter that dispensry...

Reborn

2008-02-11T08:57:00.000-08:00

Each day I run into a thosand random people....some smile...some are angry....some are just strangers......but sometimes when someone who I dont know or have never met before in my life lockes a gaze with me....the only thing I stand and think is what someone once belived and said that everyonne you even look at has some last life connection with you.....true? no one knows....valid? dont know....but sometimes my gaze just stares in space when i think....

Holy Mother of God!!!! must be some freaking experiences with the people I love today that I care so much for them and its so comes around in a complete , wonderful circle......

It is really a beautiful life....

The Bengali Festivities....

2008-02-10T05:01:00.000-08:00

Its called the Surajkund mela .Thousands of people from all walks of life undertake the tiny journy to spend time with family, see what it is all about or more like me who see it as an extravaganza of a wonderful experience.....
Thousands of craftsmen, million little peices, intricate embroideries,the peg tables, small barganings, a little smile here and there, the getting mixed up with calculations, the coconut water, the jaljeera, the dances which could just be heard, the "lost"announcements....The works.....The fun...
One of the most wonderful day spent through this trip

The Travel Machine

2008-02-09T09:15:00.000-08:00

The windy ride....they never refuse....always drop you home, take u shopping,hear you cry if you are upset...even in the middle of night.....never argue, never talk.....always pleasent.....sometimes a little sccary....In that little span of time that you spend with them.....they almost take your responsibility ensuring that you dont get hurt.....or feel too cold......they never take a wrong turn or get lost...The only problem.....some times they just overcharge....those "bhaiyas" in the little yellow and green autos taking you through the mazed city.....Its a wonderful ride day after day...

The Door

2008-02-04T07:23:00.001-08:00

People say when one door closes, God who loves you so muh opens another thousand doors.....Its not even going to affect me anymore.....my loss has been someone else's gain....Thousands of oppertunities will come and go.....The one that will have the capacity to make a huge dffrence in my life will stay forever....but as this one door has closed....I feel like a small thing infront of this one huge, magical door which has closed infront of me behind which a few of dreams could be fulfilled....Not upset or angry...Just feel - what did i lack afterall????

The Ordeal

2008-01-30T09:31:00.000-08:00

The eyes met....the anxious look on our faces.....but we were meant to part.....the thud....the grab....and the three hours of "what if's?" and mindless speculations.......the desperate communication.....the headless chicken wild goose chase......finally in my hand- my thoughts, the fights, the love, the affection.....my half life....god bless the one who doesnot know me more than 20 hours and helped me in this world filled really of not so bad people....at last....yeah....all that glitters is gold.....
GOD BLESS KANAK

The Madness

2008-01-29T08:27:00.000-08:00

Greeted by cars and welcomed by beggers.
The sea of people chant the money raga.
The wrinkled foreheads and the formal clothes, the cups of coffees and tea time lunches,the pitching and the compitition.
Hardly a smile thrown across....still the feeling of attachment.Hardly a casual glance....still the feeling of warmth."The family" no one calls it.....still the bonding.
I sit in front of the "love box" and wonder.....
The wait has been long.....now the anxiety.....what will happpen, only time will tell.....till then we are all "cutlets".