Got soaked in the rain 4 times, got all of my footwear wet, all jeans wet (nothing to wear), Shelved a few grands, took loans from a dulla, Got caught by traffic police, lost the way, Bike broke, went to DLF 3 times only to find it closed, used gas stove to light smokes for 2 days in a flat with 2 smokers….

It all started with HRC

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HRC - Hyderabad

Which was followed by a night of 269.6 n 13.88 secs 😀

And then Maruti came and burping  smoke 😀


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B’day 😀

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Hookah no 2 (out of 4 for the weekend )

Cafe Mocha



My fav pic over the weekend

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Cute Pic

Clocked ~250 kms over the weekend, covered 1000 kms on my bike  🙂

1000 Kms 🙂

Jaat  came to Hyd 🙂 had a great eve reuniting 😀 and MS ka TV

Had one of my best Trip ever 😀

Events were many, urge to click less (Am no Shrikant you know). and the loss of my memory card in the late hours of day proved detrimental to the health of the pictorial 😛

And yet it was all worth it! N coz of extended weekends like past few am living life from one weekend to other 🙂

Waiting for another one 🙂

My Crush

I can still vividly remember the day when I first saw her, in our college campus. Our college is generally not known for its beauties, so if one happens to come by, it instigates an air of  excitement among the guys in campus . This time too was no aberration with people coming from every nook and corner to have a glance. She came and went and yet her image remained etched so sharp in my mind, that at times she would over shadow even the real beauties.

Months went by and i slowly forgot about her, i started getting content with what I had in life. After all college life is always fun and it makes you forget every thing else except fun (specially in last year). I too forgot about her and started to live life as always. After all she was the queen bee, the one all men long for and I was nothing but a pauper, he couldnt even dream of the union.

Months passed by and I again got a sight of her, my feelings again ignited, heart again yearned, yearned for her…

but this time i was more prepared, I had grown, i had started earning, things had changed in my life.Also, my confidence got a huge boost from my parents’ willingness to help and finally, after a lot of wooing, she was mine a few days back..

And now that she is mine, I can spend all my time looking at her while my R15 looks back at me with her unbridled love and affection 🙂

My Fav Songs

Recently saw a blog post by Abhishek listing his favourite songs, which made me think of publishing a similar list of my favourite songs, proved to be an interesting exercise although I am sure I would have missed out on a few of my favourite songs. Still, I guess this list might include my favourite (in real sense) since the days of my 12th class or so, basically the time from which I started listening to music properly. Never liked music until my 11th class, until the music of the movie Sur was released and I became a fan of its music.

American pie – Don McLean
I wanna hold your hand – The Beatles
Ajeeb Dastaan – Lata Mangeshkar (Dil Apna Aur Preet Parayi)
Mera kuch Samaan – Asha bhosle (Ijaazat)
My Heart Will Go on – Celine Dion
Mehboob – Lucky Ali
Kashmir – Led Zeppelin
Bohemian Rhapsody – Queen
Something – The Beatles
Words – BoyZone
Yaaron – K.K.

PS1 : As expected no Comtemporary Hindi music, hindi music nowadays has no shelf life 😦
PS2 : The list of songs I love could go on n on, but these would be the songs if I were made to chose some.

I tag Karan, Maruti, Namrata, Aniket, Kulbir, Ankit , Shrikant (come alive),Sultan to come up with their own lists 🙂

Belated Teachers’ Day Post

This teacher’s day for the first time in my life woke up unaware of the fact that it was Teacher’s Day. It was only when I saw someone’s tweet that I realised that it was a special day. At the same time, started thinking of the teachers in my life…
……started with someone, thought of a happy memory with him/her, and then move on to another one, each different from other, some nice, some gentle, some strict, some old, some young, some male and some female and yet all of them had one thing common (except for my respect for them), they all were of my school time! None of these teachers who came to my mind first was from college. They were from many different schools and cities and even coaching and yet no one from this place, a place which I love the most!!

This may be just a feeling harboured by me, by the people of this college or may be a universal thing but I somehow feel that profs in colleges need to be more friendly or atleast a bit concerned n considerate about the students they are teaching. The teacher-student relation in school is fostered on the basis of the trust and the level of comfort between the two, which ensures that both of them remember each other.

Today even 5 years after I left my last school, I feel more for my school teachers as compared to the college profs who were my profs until very recently. Baring may be one or two, I wont even want to meet them, instead whenever I go to Lucknow, I not only meet my friends but make it a point to go to school to see and talk to those teachers, and have gone to a few teachers’ houses if the school was closed due to some reason.

I dunno, may be coz once you reach a college, you are preparing for a job instead of just  studying for the sake of it. A college is generally more job oriented, so it might be apt that Teachers and students start introducing that formal part in their relation, which they will have in real life with other people. Or may be now that you have grown up, you dont need the interest of profs and that you should be able to manage it yourself with as little supervision as possible.

It may be good for our life and career, and yet its only my school teachers that I will miss on this Teachers’ Day. The ones who really helped me grow up in all spheres of life, not only studies.

Wishing I could be in contact with them sometime in my life..
Cant stop but mention some of them, missing you all…. Kumud Nautiyal mam,Abha Ma’am,Madhavi Ma’am, K.Shukla Mam, Brijesh Sir, Tanvi Mam, Uma Pandey mam, Leena Mam, manoj sir, brijesh sir, PD sir :). Havent seen the faces of few for about around 12-15 years and yet their imprint is still so clear in my eyes. 🙂

Song of the Day:
– Wicked Game (Rmr chand whenever I listen to this one 🙂 )


…And then begins the biggest, the grandest, the best part of the 4 years of college life, that is the mahantan BC, mahantam vella panti most of us ever did in their life. With placements over, people were relieved, relaxed and just always cheerful. People were ready for BC anytime, anywhere, any topic. The legendariness of BC started with the BC on bakar forum, kudos to Kulbir for bringing that for us (Wonders aloud, if he still has the backup of that BC), which just kept increasing then onwards on orkut photo albums, on blogs! You just start BC and people would come there looking for BC and dera jama lenge, making themselves comfortable sitting on roads, sleeping on dividers, going to roof tops, trekking to Mushroom rock just about every area around IIIT is occupied by these BC baajs. It was BC, BC & BC everywhere, it was floating in the air of IIIT! People started frequenting pubs more often, spending more and more and feeling ashamed in asking their parents! The levels of BC reached its highest limit, unheard things were seen and done. Guys kissing guys, girls getting committed; all this drama was seen then. People were in general happy coinciding with the sunny weather in hyd. Seems like everyone was ready to be more open, free to lose their shackles. Btw any mention of these BC sessions would be incomplete without taking the name of our dear Chhaddu Bhaia who was the source of non stop entertainment 🙂

The came the ending which people realised with every new deadline of the ever flexible yearbook 🙂 (thanks to Mux for porting it for us and extending all those deadlines). Yearbook writing was one time when people cried as well as felt elated on reading their testimonials as well as trying to recollect the 4 years that these were, when they were returning the favor. People did unthinkable amount of BC and got unimaginably senti on Cultural Night, which signified the beginning of end of their lives in IIIT. Then came the bloody farewell and hostels were buzzing with the songs like Yaaron, Pal, Purani Jeans and ofcourse Bitter Sweet Symphony (which ofcourse is a song I associate with only this farewell; never listened during my previous farewell in class XII).

Once the yearbook seasons ended started the session of exams, the last semester exams for all in IIIT, so as expected, people instead of studying started getting more senti, and the best part senti about exams( strictly against the priciples if being student, you are supposed to hate exams). Status like “last exam in IIIT”, “free from exams for life”, “it all begin where it started – in CR1” abuonded the gtalk list. Exams over, was the time of Batch Trip.

The most fitting Grand Finale, these 4 years could have got, thanks to Daddu, Charan & Harsha for organizing this for us 🙂 Cheers guys! It was the best organization there could have been done. A lot of hard work of these guys ensured a looottt of fun for us guys. There are quite a few incidents from those 6-7 days but I think Batch Trip deserves a separate post (which I dont think will be coming soon) , so will control the urge of speaking more about it. 🙂

Coming back to hostel from the batch trip was again, as expected an emotional moment, this was the time when you would be seeing all these faces who have been your world for the past 4 years. They might have been the people you hate most or the people you love most, the people who you would trust with your life to the people who you would never like to see again, but these are the people who mattered the most in you life. The time when you bid goodbye is not a time of being sane and aloof, this is a time when people lost themseleves in the ocean of friendship and just enjoyed the moment forgetting all the barriers. And then people started leaving, leaving forever never to come back to Hyderabad, to go new places, to reach new heights, to achieve, to be lauded, to be looked up to! Each and everybody took their own path to start the new life. We all left and yet left a part of ourselves in that God forsaken place called IIIT, although there are the dulles my friends, who I know will take good care and preserve a part my essence in that place until they are there, this is the least I wish, wish to call that place as mine….

… and that was where the pages turned!

PS: I wish I could have described even a thousandth of what this part of life means to me.. They say a picture is worth a 1000 words, I say a thought is worth a million and try as much as I can but I wont be able to describe the hows and whats :).
PS : This is the final part of the series, IF interested you can find the previous ones here

The One where it all begun
The one with The Contrasting Sems
The one with Felicity
The One with the Placements 🙂