Hello Again

5 years!

Yes...I am alive and kicking.

Few more days.

Life, you have been a great compani0n,so much to learn, so much to regret, so much to wait for.

Few more days Amen!

Dear college,You are being missed.

It was raining on 22nd July 2008,my first day at ISM Dhanbad.I,an innocent kid from a village along with my father was roaming on the first floor of OPAL hostel looking for a suitable room-partner.All set,got room no:127.For next 10 months life was limited to this small room.We created memories,lots of memories.I got my first slap,first ragging,first mid-sem,overnight running,hiding from seniors,mass-ragging,those "suited-up" sessions in the mid of night to please senior sirs.Time rolled on.First year passed in confusion and attempt to understand the system,but it also gave life-long sweet memories.

Second year,third year and then fourth year.study,movie,couple of friends,a bit of politics,RD(Ram Dhani) ki Chai,internship,job,Friends,Big-bang and Petro dual-degree:that's how those 3 years passed.

5th year was most memorable.Spent most of time with our close group.Playing 29,Uno(thanks to Balblodh Chouhan aka BBC),hanging at canteen,praising and worshiping professors  for their constant reminders regarding project work.We spent some memorable times in FAME,on Dhanbad Railway station and at some famous restaurants and takeaways.

Balabodh was there with a packet of sweets which he received as a gift from his local guardians as parting farewell.Vikash has already left a day before by GD(Ganga-Damodar).I still remember when he shoughted Adios Dhanbad! while we waved our hands to the moving train,barely controlling his tears.And now it was time for me to depart.Poor Balbodh had his train at around 11 PM.Mine was @ 10 PM,the famous Maurya express.The whistle sound,the train came.We shook hands,hugged,said good-bye.I boarded the train,sent the famous message and left.Left for good.I got so much from here.So much.

Now while serving my time in the corporate world,I miss those free days.I want to be student again.I want to relive again!

Life! Welcome Back.

It has been more than a year!I saw life.I felt life.I found love,I lost it.I realized how strong I am and then again how can I be that weak,so weak that I was on the verge of quitting that idea.Yesterday I saw "Jai Ho".I knew what a crime I was going to committ by commiitting myself to a happy corporate life;I was trying to be selfish.I hate it when I am weak.

I just wish,2 to 3 years down the line when I will be reading this post I should better be in LBSNAA!

Diwali Celebrations @ISM Dhanbad

It is my first blog of the final year. It has been a long time since my last blog update. I had been kind of busy these days. During this period a lot of things happened in my life. I did my internship at cairn energy and then also got placed in the same company through campus selection. All set and done, I had made up my mind to be at home on this Diwali (Nov 13.2012). For last 4 years I’ve been away from home on this most special day. But something turned up and I had to cancel my ticket.

So today’s Diwali will be my 5^th of its type at ISM,Dhanbad.On previous 4 occasions I missed my home a lot. Home felt even more beautiful on all those occasions. This time again the nostalgia was all over me. But instead of sulking I decided to celebrate this Diwali in my own hostel like the old days. So a day before Diwali, I went to market, purchased some candles, some fruits, and some sweets and when it all happened in my room, the aura was back. This felt exactly like home. It felt good, really good.

Holy in a Hostel

This was the 4^th Holi in a row when I was not with my family. I have  celebrated  (or spent?) my last 4 Holi in different hostels of Indian school of mines, Dhanbad. Each festival has got a whole set of memories for you and as the festivals come nearer and nearer these memories intensify. Those sweet little incidents start flashing before your eyes and your cravings to be at home with your family and friends increase exponentially. That’s what has been happening with me at every Holi and Deewali for last 4 years. So this was one of those days when I was missing my home badly. But thanks to the friends and inmates of hostel the situations did not get worse and I saw a very different type of Holi.

Hostel is like a fruit shop where you get different type of fruits of different qualities. The good ones, the rotten ones, the smaller, the bigger, the sweet, the sour each kind of fruits you can see at single place. In a similar way in a hostel (especially in an engineering hostel) one will find different types of persons and personalities. People from south, people from north, the white, the black, the one with high scholastic achievement and the one with high sports achievement, the topper, the average and the looser, the 9 pointers, the 8 pointers, the 7 pointers and below 7 pointers, the smokers and the non-smokers, the drinkers and the teetotalers, the highly loquacious and one with sealed mouth: each kind of creatures live under a single roof. Holi is the day when all these difference and all these boundaries fade away.

Holi gives the inmate a license to bang anyone’s door without thinking about its ramifications on their future relations. Everyone’s room is banged at least once (no pun intended).Some lucky one receives banging twice or thrice. I still remember last year when the inmates were hitting my door and I refused to open the door they threw a bucket full of coloured water in my room through the ventilator. All my books and bed got coloured. Thank god this year the hostel rooms don’t have a ventilator in their front. Nevertheless at 7 am in the morning on the day of Holy I heard a bunch of monkeys jumping around my door. The hitting continued and for the first 30 second I was reminded of my first year days when seniors used to bang our rooms on a daily basis and drag us out of our rooms to the ragging court. Soon I realized the present situations and the fact that I was in final years gave me power to shout back. But the rapscallions did not budge off. The social convention in hostels in these conditions says “you gotta come out of your room, show them your ass and then only they will move”.

When the coloured faces roam around the corridors of the hostel wings you get a feeling that they are planning for a bank robbery and they don’t need mask for that because their faces are unidentifiable. Some people take more than usual to answer the nature’s call on this particular day. They go to bathroom, toilets and stay there for more than one hour to avoid this “riot”.

In the colours of holi some of the inmates are trying to forget their abysmal life at this sodding place, some of them trying to avoid missing their families and seeking happiness amongst their friends and for some of them friends are all they have got. But all of them share a common feeling to enjoy their last few days left at this place and create unforgettable memories. Because 10 or 15 years down the line these memories are all they will have. These are the moments they are never going to live again and they all know this.

A legend has retired

The void will remain unoccupied.The wall has gone and No one can replace it.There is never going to be a 2nd Rahul Dravid.You have given us a whole set of memories to cherish with friends and families.You were a gentleman on the field as well as off the field.Thank you for being on the ground for 16 years.You might have retired but our hearts will always remember u.

Respect Women

You have not only been the great mothers,sisters,wives and daughters,you have also been the great engineers,doctors,scientists and politicians and above all you have that big heart.You have been raising this humanity generation by generation.The world is incomplete without you.On the eve of womens day this world salutes you.


Here is a Hindi poem dedicated to all the mothers.(not my original work;credit goes to whoever composed it)


आज यूही बैठे बैठे आंखे भर आई हैं
कहीं से मां की याद दिल को छूने चली आई हैं
वो आंचल से उसका मुंह पोछना और भाग कर गोदी मे उठाना
रसोई से आती खुशबु आज फिर मुंह मी पानी ले आई है
बसा लिया है अपना एक नया संसार 
बन गई हूं मैं खुद एक का अवतार 
फिर भी न जाने क्यों आज मन उछल रहा है
बन जाऊं मै फिर से नादान्
सोचती हूं, है वो मीलों दूर बुनती कढाई अपने कमरे मे
नाक से फिसलती ऍनक की परवाह किये बिना
पर जब सुनेगी कि रो रही है उसकी बेटी
फट से कहेगी उठकर,"बस कर रोना अब तो हो गई है बडी"
फिर प्यार से ले लेगी अपनी बाहों मे मुझको
एक एह्सास दिला देगी खुदाई का इस दुनियां मे.
जाडे की नर्म धूप की तरह आगोश मे ले लिया उसने
इस ख्याल से ही रुक गये आंसू  
और खिल उठी मुस्कान मेरे होठों पर