NOSTALGIA....

Today I talked to a very old friend of mine from school.... and all the school memories came rushing back.... the memories of the 14 years i had spent in a single school.... all those time sometimes hating it... sometimes loving it.... but never indifferent towards it.... it wasn't the best in Delhi(among the lakhs of schools present it was one...) ... but still it was my school.... the place where i learnt everything until i came to BITS.... the place which taught me everything well almost everything academically as well as practically...and most importantly i truly appreciated it in the last two years of my schooling when i knew the last goodbye isn't far enough.....

The place where i first made true friends...... the place where i learnt what friendship is.... the place where i learnt to differentiate between good and bad(tough not accurately always).... the place where i learnt what pain is..... the place where i learnt how to trust.... and ya also how not to trust.... as my uncle said the place where the floppy is punched with information..... the place which taught me..........as i told earlier almost everything.... after 14 years it was hard to part.... my school was not very big I knew all the teachers and everyone knew me....but in 2005 i became a passout of my school...... after nearly two years since i passed out i barely have contact with the people who promised on the day of farewell to be friends forever..... but I am not complaining I am one of those people too..... so engrossed in finding a place for self in this world that i forgot whats left behind...... now looking back at those years I wish i could have said more,,, acted more.... done a few things differently... maybe not done them at all..... but still I like the memories cherish them... cherish every moment of it.... my first day at school... my first certificate for being good at academics..... my first favourite teacher... my first best friend..... my first punishment...the first time i issued a book from library....the first time i went to canteen....the first time i did an experiment..... my first crush.... maybe first love.....first heartbreak...... first scholarship...... first time being favourite of a teacher..... it was so good... everything is gone but the memories still remain forever... :)

Sleep....

Have you ever cradled a baby to sleep? Me neither until today..... I was playing with my one year old niece when she started crying as my bhabhi was cooking and i didn't know what to do.... i started singing something she became silent and sat on my lap.... after sometime she slept .. there on my lap itself .... she looked like an angel so cute and silent so innocent.....
I wonder sometimes why when we grow up our innocence is lost ... why when we grow old no one can sing a lullaby to make us sleep... why do people suffer from insomania and have to take medicines to do something as natural as sleep.... why???
Everywhere today life has become so fast paced and competitive people are unable to sleep properly. If you ever open the newspaper's health section all you get is cure about sleep disorders.... now-a-days even babies have problem sleeping... why is life so fast- paced after all when you don't get to spend time with people whom you really care.... people work so hard to ensure a good life to their near and dear ones but then again in this strive to get a good life are they really getting one??? again lots of questions not many answers....

MUMBAI....

Hate it or Like it… it won’t change…. It’s too big to care for you…. And it is for this very reason that many people find it mesmerising. Mumbai stops for no one… be it the president or a beggar. It knows nothing but to move … to whiz past the times be it good or bad … from the bomb blasts to the share market boom…its always on the move swallowing millions and millions of dreamers who arrive in this city of magic to attain what they always wanted fame or money or whatever …. Never ending never stopping never sleeping…. That’s what Mumbai is …. There’s no room for the lazy or people wanting a relaxed lifestyle. The adrenaline rush you feel every time you step out into this fast paced world is undeniable and probably can’t be explained in words. The rush to catch a local to work every morning may seem maddening when you first step out into the city but you learn to live it... in fact when you don’t do that travelling part you think something is missing. Talking about me the best part for me everyday is the travel by local… even if I don’t get a place to sit. You stand near the door and feel the wind in our hair and how everything is just left behind… you just can’t help but fall in love. In the morning the trains are filled with commuters travelling hours to reach their place of work… every morning you witness a struggle… a struggle to get into the trains a struggle to get a seat a struggle to get down a struggle to work to earn a living a struggle to survive in this crazy city. This is what most Mumbaikars would proudly say “Amchi Mumbai”. And somehow unknowingly I have also got drawn into this struggle for the past two months. They will hate it complain about it but an outsider better not point it for it is their pride to live here. There is a constant flow of people into the city who never seem to leave it once you come to the city you are bound by it whether you like to reside here or not you are bound by it. Let us take my personal experience I hated Mumbai when I came here and started my PS (will explain a li’l while later) for I was alone when everyone seemed to have a companion but as time went by I realized no one knew anyone they are all just strangers like me. But I was jealous of the people in other PS with their friends while I was alone I was jealous about the way they spent their weekends hanging out at the cool places in the city they were assigned and in all this jealousy I declined the charm Mumbai held out for me. I always thought you need a companion to fall in love with Mumbai as a whole and I was certainly right but not 100 percent you do need a person to completely fall for Mumbai. In the past two months I have spent here doing my PS I had cried initially for I was alone and trust me people there is no other bigger torture than being deprived of your friends and family’s love and attention. Out of your family you are suddenly no longer the center of universe and for someone who had been pampered all her life by her parents it’s a very difficult job surviving outside your nest, but my past two years have made me able enough to carve out a niche for myself in this tough world. Though it was quite a different thing than your hostel where you have strangers in the same position as yours and this might have helped you to forge relationships in your hostel but it was not the same thing. But lets just say I survived and this in itself I think is a personal achievement for me though not a big one but I learnt to live this hard period of two months and I am happy I did managed without a major breakdown.