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Saturday, June 24, 2006

The last day...Project, Some Special Moments and 300 ml of whiskey....
...the story of my last working day in DCE and the last nite in the hostel...

The time is 4 in the morning. Am still on the computer, reading those final few topics and copying those final few files onto my pen drive. All in preparation for our B-Tech project presentation, the next day. The D-Day, in fear of which we all had been living for the past few months. Yes, the day had come.

But, despite all the talk of leaving college, the feeling of actually leaving college, the realization that all of might be together for the very last time, had still not come. That feeling come three days later, when after the project submission, even the formalities of no-dues from college were completed and the hostel room surrendered. But, thats another story.

Coming back to the D-Day, here I was going to sleep at 4am waking up at 6am, getting ready and on the way to college by 7:30. I reached finally at DCE by 9:20, which was my earliest for a long long time.

The preparations for the D-Day, had been, well unprecedented. Getting the project from our guide in October last, it took us time till March this year to figure out what it was that we really needed to do. Then, another few weeks in using the knowledge of what was needed, to trying to get that somehow from the net.

By, early April, when we finally managed to get what we wanted from the net, the easier part ended. The tough part was now understanding the codes, figuring out what they meant, for codes which had been written by someone else and in a language that appeared to be from some planet else.

Whem finally a 45 min power point presenatation by the four of us, on a computer(no projectors for the project submissions) in front of one bored and almost fed up teacher completed unexpectedly smoothly, we all heaved a sigh of relief, for the last of our academic formalities in college was now over.

The next couple of hours were spent searching for elusive lab assistants, in the maze of college corridors, all for a no-dues certificate. When we finally decided that enough had been done for the day, it was time for the much awaited celebrations to begin.

Three of my friends headed to watched Fanaa. That they could watch it that day or not or return 'Fannaed' and broken hearted is another story. Two others who were going to home were requested to get some drinks for those in the hostel, for a late night party.

As for me, I stayed back with her(yes, her), to spend a quite evening,alone. A quite evening means time till 8, because thats when, the girls hostel closes. So here we were at a place about 5 km from the college, promising to return as soon as possible to avoid a last min rush.

But it is at these special moments, moments that you want to hold on forever, that you lose track of time. You just want to stay on and on. What we got were great moments together on the last day of college, but what we ended up was us standing on the road at 7:50 looking for an auto for a ride back to hostel.

What we got was an old looking riskshaw, the slow pace of which was inversely proportional to our rising heart beats. The deadline was 8 pm. The time now 7:50. The distance 5 km. What we had was a stupid old riskshaw. We reached somehow at 8:05, hoping against hope that there wouldn't be any problem. Problem meant no entry into the girls hostel, so what if the final academic formalities of our final year ended today. We ran to her hostel, and she somehow managed to enter at 8:10. I guess a 10 min relaxation is given to final year girls out on a date with their boyfriends.

Coming back to the present, the time now is 3:30 am, almost the time at which that special day started.I have a flight to catch at 9:50 and now I am typing what I had written, till two weeks back. But just when another interesting part was going to start, I was caught up in a web of relatives and leaving preparations. That part could not be written, but before I leave I have requested a very special friend, to complete that part, because he was one of the three, including me, that were part of some special moments.

To start things for him, well on returning to my room, I find a full bottle of premium whiskey waiting for the three of us. The guys leaving home had done their job, rather well, in fact. The other three who had gone for the movie had to return empty handed. Two of them were now in hostel, waiting anxiously for the DP...DAARU PARTY for the uninitiated, to start.

What followed were memorable moments, moments when time stopped, moments which were for eternity. About two hours of drinking, falling, dancing and doing those stupid are-you-drunk tests and failing miserably in all of them. Well, hopefully SS677 would throw more light on these through a comment or a post on his site, or both. I would take it as my bday present.

Well, I got to sleep now, as I have to fly to Mysore tomorrow morning, to a new unfolding destiny. A special thanks to all friends, specially her and also SA682 and SS677 who made the day so special, special beyond words....

SS677...please carry on...

(as for me, sleepy me...will post soon, this time from Mysore..till then, take care...)

Monday, June 19, 2006

Leaving home…off to Mysore

Living in hostel does not imply leaving home, especially when home is a two hour bus journey away. Having the option of going back to home sweet home on any day makes hostel just an extension of the home, where you have to stay for certain periods of the week. Thats why despite living in the hostel of DCE, the feeling of leaving home was never there, home as I said was a bus journey or better still a local call away.

But going to Mysore for my job training is a different matter altogether. Mysore means having the option of coming back only once every few months, that too by expensive flights or torturous trains. Mysore means expensive calls back home. Mysore means being on my own.

It is at times like these that the what-to-do and what-not-to-do advices start pouring in from friends and family. Everyone now is your self appointed advisor and councilor. In fact a list of things to be taken was prepared by my aunt, who after seeing that even with only two weeks to go, I still had not started on my leaving preparations, forced me to sit with her and jot down a list of things to be taken. Most of these, ranging from suitcases to towels, have now thankfully being bought.

Another factor involved with going to a different place is almost whomsoever you meet tells you that he/she knows someone there or even 200km from there, who can help you out whenever you need anything. Either they are all being kind or they expect me to run into trouble as soon as I reach there.

It has been not even a month since college ended, and time has now come to wish home, family and friends goodbye. Ya, leaving is tough, but Mysore excites me somehow. Things are waiting for me, and I have to take them.

As Bob Marley said,

My feet is my only carriage,
So Ive got to push on through.

Also, quoting a few lines from a song from the Top Gun soundtrack,

I don't know how or where
But I'm goin' it's all that I have left
Never took this road before - destination unknown
Gotta go it alone- destination unknown

Yes, the destination is Mysore. But where it takes me is for destiny to reveal and me to look forward to. Its also a stepping stone for greater things to come, things I should work for and goals I should to strive to achieve. That’s my Destination Unknown.

Adios Delhi. I will be back…

Saturday, June 10, 2006

I am FANNA...


Dur Humse Jaa Paoge Kaise,
Humko Bhool Paoge Kaise.
Hum Who Khushbu Jo Saanson Mein Utar Jaye,
Khud Apni Saanxon Ko Rok Paoge Kaise..


Rone de tu aaj hamako tu aankhe sujane de
baho me lele aur khud ko bheeg jane de
hai jo seene me quaid dariya wo chut jayega

hai itana dard ki tera daman bheeg jayega..



E Khuda Aaj Ye Faisla Karde,
Use Mera ya Mujhe Uska Karde.
Nahi Likha Agar Nasib Me Uska Naam,
To Khatam Kar Ye Zindagi aur Mujhe FANAA Karde.


Tere dil mein meri saanson ko jagah mil jaaye
tere ishq mein meri jaan fanaa ho jaaye
adhoori saans thi dhadkan adhoori thi adhooren ham
magar ab chaand poora hain falak pe aur ab pooren hain ham.