I also wanted to post this poem that i had recited on our title ceremony......dedicated to our 3 years journey...

I always knew this day will definitely come,

when we all have to move our own different ways,

But it was always like those bitter truths, which we try to overlook but the always stays

These 3 years were the most beautiful years of life for each of us,

they taught us everything from being well mannered in seminars to behaving crazily in bus.

This journey of 3 years can be treasured in different ways,

but the feeling behind these memories will always be same.

From the first outing to CSM to the last show of "Pink Panther",

from Volley Ball, football and cricket at RLA to hosting Euphony this year.

From the surprising trip to Chandigarh to the rocking Shimla in "Honeymoon Inn",

from Sardarji's crazy driving to Rohit's puking.

We started with bunking classes and created a record in bunking tests,

we are the real freakos who enjoy marketing workshops more than college fests.

Doing masti in conference room while playing through those mikes,

from waiting for hours at bus stop to coming college on bikes.

From playing chess, UNO and darts to Poshampa, corner corner and housie,

from playing with gulal and colors to mud, cold drink and eggs on holi.

From classes that used to get started at 9:00 to making them not to before 9:45,

from coming late ourselves in college and classes to making our teachers to get into the habit of not coming on time.

It started with sharing assignments then jokes

and now it has come to sharing each and every talk.

I wish we all always be the same person we are,

everytime we meet in future.

we have same feelings that we have at this hour.......

with love

akki.......:)

"MISS U ALL"

“It’s a beautiful day, tu mere sath hai, it’s a beautiful day baat ye khaas hai”…..

Is the song that comes into my mind whenever I think of the good old college days, this song because each day out there was beautiful, coz I had the finest people to share a lovely bond of friendship with. The golden days, best 3 years of my life till now. I remember my first day at college very well, when I was nervous like hell, like anyone. I used to be an introvert, low confidence and reserved nature person. And I remember my last day as well, our last outing at “Hauz Khas Fort”. The whole day, including the travelling part in the car was full of fun. We, 19 people, played hide n seek at the place where couples were busy doing something-something, you know :P. the moment of departing, when I hugged each and every person, looking back and waving hand again and again till the time we could see each other’s hand. It still brings a smile on my face and tears in my eyes.. I spent my whole final year telling each and every person in my class how much I was gonna miss them. AnD I can’t even count how many times Anshu teased me about that. People out there were my world. They told me what a real friend means. I have enjoyed every single moment in college with them. I can write 100’s of pages about the crazy things we did. Playing kiddish games and splashing water in rains is something funny for people when you are in 3^rd year. We never believed in bunking classes alone, always had mass bunks especially in tests. You really need guts to participate in inter college volley ball match with a team where not a single player has ever touched the ball, and losing all matches with a big smile on face, making jokes of each other. There are so many moments I wanna write about but it will go on and on and on…..

Just wanna say thanx to all of them “My FFRIENDS”, who always protected and treated me like a kid and encouraged me, helped me in gaining confidence and coming out of my so called reserved and introvert nature.

A special thanks to the 5 most beautiful people in my life, Shibs, Eshi, Abhi, Su and Rotlu (Ayu)

“MISS YOU AND LOVE YOU ALL” (MAC BBE 2006-09) J

My favourite one among the few poems i have ever written.......

WISH COULD FLY

I remember all the times when i prayed "I could fly"
Standing on roadside and looking at the sky.

I was four, dad got me a balloon,
I loved those colors, Red and Blue.

It slipped from my hand and went into the sky,
with tears in my eyes I said, "I wish I could fly"

Looking at a butterfly, I was counting its colors,
At the age of nine, i thought it was something unique that I discovered.

A blow of wind came and there was no butterfly,
with tears in my eyes I said, "I wish I could fly."

It was Christmas and I wrote a letter for Mr.Clause,
mentioning things that i wanted with high hopes.

I was thirteen of age and couldn't convince postman uncle to make a try.
with tears in my eyes I said, "I wish up to the North Pole I could fly"

I am a grown up and have faced a lot today.
Now I realize life is not a child's play

Though i have learnt a lot from life and everything has changed.
Still the WISH, from those childhood days is same.

Have tears in my eyes, but today i can't cry,
Standing alone on the roadside, I pray "I could fly."

Even after kajol, Bipasha and Mallika???

A matrimonial ad, “ Beautiful girl with fair complexion needed for a doctor guy, caste no bar”

“Fair Complexion”, every parent dreams of getting a fair and beautiful girl for their son. I wonder if these two words are really interrelated. I myself has dusky complexion and feels like killing those people who tell me names of fairness creams. I don’t know why they worry this much about my complexion, when this is entirely and solely my property. And when I, myself, love my complexion. As far as I know our country is known for brown complexion only. I remember last time I was standing near the window of a low floor DTC bus in Delhi when a guy on scooter just passed through me and commented something on my complexion. Though he himself was very dark, but I guess girls are supposed to be fair only.

This reminds me of an incident in school. Once we had hemoglobin test in our school. I got the highest among girls, 13 that was even more than a few boys in our class. Our class teacher who herself got 11, made a conclusion that people with dark or dusky complexion got higher level of hemoglobin. I don’t know if that was scientifically proved or not, but I found that really irritating at that point and quite funny later.

I don’t understand these people who have risen above the boundaries of caste, in a country like ours, but still looks for a fair complexion girl. Even when the film industry, where glamour and looks are everything, welcome the dusky and blacks gladly. I don’t know how to teach these people. I know there are so many people who have started looking beyond complexion and compliments like black beauty and lovely complexion are quite flattering, but I guess still we need a bigger change. I wonder do we really need tv soaps like “Saath phere” and “Bidaai” to make people understand? But I think these soaps shows the dark complexion people in an ugly way when we all know it well that a dusky person has his/her own charm and beauty. We have examples of Kajol, Bipasha, Mallika, Konkana and all. And I guess when a person as handsome as John Abraham finds a dusky girl gorgeous; there is no point of doubting the thoughts.

So guys just a piece of advice, that we Indians are famous for giving, open the boxes of mind and start looking at the beauty beyond complexion.

WRITING A BLOG BECAUSE I LIED TO MY DAD

Ohk, this is the first time that I am writing a blog. I always wondered how people do this. Writing something that holds the interest of reader till the end is not an easy task, no? That’s what kept me encouraging to take the challenge. The same reason made me wait this long to make an attempt, I was scared what if no one read or liked it? I had almost dropped the idea of writing a blog till 2 months back, when my friend told me that he is writing blogs and it’s interesting. The thought process started again, but when I read his blog, all those thoughts were completely shattered. No, it wasn’t that bad, actually it was too good that being a person with less confidence, I couldn’t think of writing even close to that. So, the account that I was planning to make since so long, remained a plan only. But a few days back, dad came to me asking why I spend too much time on Orkut and FB. I didn’t had any answer, I mean what could I tell him, “Coz I need to talk with my online friends” or “because I own a farm on FB and taking care of plants and animals that I own there, is much more important than my CAT preparations.” I found a better way to escape, to Lie. Though I am pretty bad at lying but my college friends have given me a great practical learning over that topic in last 3 years. So the answer was, “dad it’s neither orkut nor FB, I write blogs.” I thought it would be easier this way to get out of it but it was like hitting the axe on my own foot. The next question was, “since when? Can I read them?” Now was the real brainstorming session, I had to cook a story on the spot to save my a**. I knew he doesn’t use net much so I told him that they have some problem with blog links and every time you click it, it ends with a new virus in your system. I told him it’ll be over within 2-3 days and guess what? He seriously believed this story. So I got a time of 2 days to write a few pages. And hence here I am, on the “Orientation Ceremony” of my own blog. Though I could find some good reasons earlier but I chose the most weird and quite funny one,

“WRITING A BLOG BECAUSE I LIED TO MY DAD”