A restroom with mirror

A mirror in a College restroom ( Boys) is a rare thing,and it was even rarer in our college.There was one sole mirror in the ground floor boy's rest room,and trust me,that restroom can write thousand stories.Stories which have all the emotions of a human mind,from love to hate to anxiety.
That restroom was a pilgrimage for every guy in the college,a must visit before the start of the day and after the day ends.Even people from third floor used to come all the way down just for that restroom,or on their way to the canteen.
It has seen people standing there in front of the mirror for hrs. trying to get a perfect look to impress "Her".It has seen people crying and washing there face when their heart got broken or they got a ATKT in exam.It has seen the nostalgia of that last day,when people are queued to get their tie knots right,with a tear in their eye.
"Budding romances",when a guy used to come in front of mirror after every ten minutes just to see if his hair is rightly set,or if his face is not having any mark.
During Exams it used to perfectly capture all the anxiety and during the sports week,it was a place where war strategies were made.
Its walls had numerous things written on it,from love confessions to abuses.Things which the tongue refused to say in front were captured in that "Canvas".

My sincere tribute goes to that historical place,for being such an integral part of every male students life.

Politicians divide the nation,terrorists unite.

Why do we always need a sacrifice to bring revolution ? We always need Bhagat Singh,Hemant Karkare or Major Sandip unnikrishnan to sacrifice their lives,just because we are sleeping.
Few decades back,it was the Britishers,who were trying to divide the nation,so that they can rule.Now we have politicians who are doing the same thing.But at least the British
were loyal to their own country.
But here we have a moron who beat up his own country men just because they are from some other part of the nation,and because of poverty migrated to earn their livings.
He claimed that he can lay his life for the people of his state,and when the time came,he was nowhere to be seen.
Instead the NSG commando who laid his life turned out to be from the Bihar regiment.
So for the time it seems that the interstate fire has doused and people are looking united as one country,determined to fight terror.Only the time will tell for how long this would continue.

Highway

The road was dark and deserted ,with past left to stare;

telling the tail of broken dreams,and hopes left bruised and bare;
the wheels kept moving,with a spark often to scare;

wondering when the ride would stop and it would take me where.

with no one in sight,

the road never seemed to end;

i took wrong turns quiet often,

and never got a chance to follow the bend;

the tarmac was dark and grey,

laid with a lot of pain;

were my tears showing through the ride,

or was the looking glass covered with rain?

i missed the directions,i took the wrong turn;

i ended the journey all alone,where it had begun;

Visibility...

Can I resist this urge?Is it one I may purge?
In vein it still exists,Shall I continue to persist?
A feeling deep inside,
Spiraling, spinning and opening wide,
I catch a glimpse out of the corner of my eye,
I try to fight it off, but it rests inside,
Dormant for now waiting to appear,
In the most chaotic of times, I fear,
Soon we'll realize what is gone,
Trying not to fade away,
I know what's coming down,
I bear it true, bruises black and blue,
A fog so thick I can't see through,
I embrace the past with blurry vision,
Cutting through misconceptions with guided percision,
Relishing the words spoken and hearts broken,
And cherishing the memories that came before a rash decision.

Destiny..

With those trembling hands,

searching the garbage bin,

for a piece of bread,

perhaps paying for his sin.

Not looking for food,i wonder,

looking for his destiny.

covered with rags

which were torn to pieces,

bare legs with deep bruises.

Same destiny which once rested in his hands,

a Belief that he could

turn the world and find gold,

by hunting deserts of sand.

But time is no one's friend,

when hits like a lighting thunder,

no one can escape its fury,

be it Cesar or Alexander.

the fingers which once pointed to the world in pride,

are soaked into the garbage tin,

looking for a place to hide.

Not looking for food,i wonder,

looking for his destiny,

in the garbage tin.

Coming back to life

Dedicate to Pink Floyd ,their most beautiful song,in the memory of Richard Wright.

Coming back to life--

" Where were you when I was burned and broken

While the days slipped by from my window watching

And where were you when I was hurt and I was helpless

Because the things you say and the things you do surround me

While you were hanging yourself on someone else's words

Dying to believe in what you heard

I was staring straight into the shining sun

Lost in thought and lost in time

While the seeds of life and the seeds of change were planted

Outside the rain fell dark and slow

While I pondered on this dangerous but irresistible pastime

I took a heavenly ride through our silence

I knew the moment had arrived

For killing the past and coming back to life

I took a heavenly ride through our silence

I knew the waiting had begun

And I headed straight..into the shining sun"--

Pink Floyd

..ShAdOwS...

its hard to get rid of my shadows
following me like a foe,
Be it in light or night
forever,walking slow.
Haunting me like memories
which refuse to go,
I wished to be alone
since a long time ago,
but its hard to get rid of my shadows
following me like a foe.
They serve no purpose,
and run no show.
Because they are only my shadows
and not yours,
Wish if i cud swap them
Given u mine,and taken urs,
and walk with it till the end
where my journey ends and breath goes.

Dastan-e-pachmarhi

16th march 2007

Time : 5:00 AM

Place : 302 vasila apartment,New Palasia

Shreyas : abe ankur... uth... train nikal jaegi teri..aur please ye alarm band kar.

i got up... looked my watch..holy shit...

me : abe gaye kaam se...bhagna padega...naha bhi nahi paunga

shreyas : abe to waise tu kaun sa roz nahata hai...

i washed my face.. got myself relieved of all sins.. arranged my bag... and out ..

Time: 5:30 AM

Place: Somewhere on chappan

my phone rings...

Nikks: abe shanky kahan hai..... salle sab yahan pahunch gaye hain..

me: abe nikal gaya hun... chappan pe hun... auto nahi mil raha hai...

Nikks:abe Sharma ke saath aa jata ... wo kissi junior ki bike pe aa raha hai..

me:kamine ne mujhe bataya nahi....
Somehow i got an auto who took 50 bucks for a distance of less than 3 kms ( chappan to station).

Time: 6:10 AM

Place: Indore Railway Station.

At station i cud see everyone.. joshi,Dhavle,Rathi,Nikks,Bakshi,Nemani and me myself..As expected ...one name was missing...

me: abe ye Sharma kahan rah gaya... tu to bola ki junior ki bike le kar aa raha hai..

Nikks: abe aa to raha tha.... pata nahi kahan reh gaya..

Joshi: EBLA kabhi time par aaya hai jo aaj ayega...

Time:6:20 AM

Place: Indore Railway Station

everyone was looking here and there... hoping to catch some glimpse of Sharma the gr8..

Bakshi: abe aa gaya....

we all can see Sharma running towards us....

me: abe kahan reh gaya tha..

Sharma: (panting) ... abe wo bike nahi thi... milne me late ho gaya.... raste me band ho gayi...etc.etc.

Time: 8:00 AM

Place: Inside Indore-Bhopal superfast express (somewhere between Indore and Dewas)

Joshi : abe train late chal rahi hai.... Dewas pahuchne me time lagega.

Nikks: arre yaar... hope fully time par pahuch jayen... nahi to Vikas pure indian railways ki laga lega....

We all laughed...i imagined vikas fighting with lalloo prasad yadav..in his trademark style.

Time: 9:00 AM

Place: Dewas

our train is 30 minutes late.. we all can see vikas standing on the sation...

Dhavle (shouting): abe oye.... kahan dekh raha hai..... yahan..

Vikas waves...

Vikas ( after coming inside): abe itni der se kahada hun.... tune to kaha tha ki 8:30 ka time... ek phone kar dete ..etc. etc.

Dhavle: abe to hame kya pata train late ho jaegi

Nemani: shant vikas bhai shant... agli bar se train mein khud chalaunga......

Sharma cud barely control hi laugh....


Time:10:30 AM

Place: Some Station b/w Dewas and Bhopal....

Bakshi( listening music on Nikks walkie): abe kaun sa station hai... kuchh kha lete hain...

we all agreed...had some chips and trademark poha....

Time:11:00 AM

Place: Bairagarh ( train's last stop)

me: abb yahan se bhopal kaise jaienge..

Joshi: do options hain... ya to taxi kar ke jao.. ya bus lele....

Dhavle: oye Joshi ...tu taxi ka pata kar.... mein bus ka dekhta...

Time : 11:20 AM

Place: Bairagarh Bus stop.

Everyone sitting on their respective seats in an old rickety bus..(cheap option taken)

Bakshi: abe shanky.... check out that chick....

me: hmmm... must be miss Bairagarh...

Time : 12:00 Noon

Place: Bhopal bus stop.

Nikks: pipariya ke liye bus 1 baje hai.... tab tak kahin kha lete hain...

me: abe Manohar dairy ka bahut naam suna hai... wahan chalte hain..

Sharma: abe bahut door hai yahan se..... wo samne wala dhaba better option hai...

Everyone being aalsi no.1 opted for the second option.We had some edible things.

Time : 2:30 PM

Place: Somewhere between Bhopal and Hoshangabad

Everyone was sitting at there respective seats... enjoying songs of 90s being played in the bus...i

was made to sit with a stranger and was given the task of getting some info. About Pachmarhi.

me: ...yahan se pipariya pahune me kitna time lagega..

Stranger: 3 ghante aur lag jaenge...

me:hmmm... aur wahan se Pachmarhi...

Stranger: aur 3 ghante....

me:hmmm... matlab raat ho jaegi...

Stranger: app log itna late kyon likle.... aur jaldi jana tha..

me(showing curiosity):..kyon... koi problem to nahi hai na..

Stranger: ...hmmm... raat me rasta bahut kahtarnak ho jata hai...aap log aaj tak nahi dekhte kya...hamesha to khabar aati hai.... pura jungle ka rasta hai... kya kuchh nahi hota wahan par,,

me: ...jaise ki chor daku...

Stranger: are chor daku to alag bat hai... mein bhoot aur chudalon ki bat kar raha hun...kuchh din pehle hi to aaj tak pe aaya to tha

me: ohh...

Normally i never belive on these things.... but its always good not to take chances.Who knows...

me(continuing): to kya karna chahiye abb...

Stranger: aap log pipariya se pachmadi tak ki bus kar lena... taxi mat lena...bus surakshit rehti hai..

me(thinking): abb bhoot ko bus ya taxi se kya matlab....nyways..

Time :4:00 PM

Place: Hoshangabad ( Bus midway stop)

We all got out to have some sugarcane juice.I shared with everyone the things that the stranger was telling me.After having juice we went back into the bus.When i got back... i noticed that the stranger was nowhere to be seen..vanished in thin air.

Dhavle: abbe kahin wo bhi to koi bhoot ka rishtedar to nahi tha... kahan gaya ho gaya...

me: usko yahin tak aana hoga....

Hopefully..i thought.. dhavle's words are just a joke.

Time:5:30 PM

Place: Pipariya

Dhavle ,Sharma and Rathi were busy gobbling omelets ... rest were having pav bhaji....

Rathi: abe meine pata kiya ... pachmarhi ke liye bus to 8 baje hai... hum log taxi hi kar lete hain.

Everyone else nodded.The words of that stranger were still fresh in my mind..but i decided that this is our only chance of getting a real glimpse of a Ghost... if that stranger was not one.We booked a taxi for 500 bucks.In the mean time we also booked our train return tickets to Indore from Pipariya station.

Time:7:30 PM

Place: Between Pipariya and Pachmarhi

Everyone was busy singing songs and adoring the beauty of nature.Our taxi was going zic-zac on snake type roads.It was almost dark.I kept my eyes open ..in case i get to see some lady in white clothes right in front of our taxi or maybe flying by.The entire area was covered with dense forest,which came under the Satpura ranges.

Time:8:30 PM

Place: Pachmarhi

Rathi : Bhai sab log do-do ke group me bat jao... sabse sasta aur accha hotel dhundna hai.

We all set in different directions.After 30 minutes of searching ,we were able to find a decent place.We booked two rooms.Rooms were equipped with a TV,greaser and other basic things.We divided ourselves in group on 4 and 5.

Time:9:30 PM

Place: Hotel's resturant

We all ordered food which we realised was too less and had to order some more.All of us eating as if we were given food after months.We tried to chalk out plans for two days.After dinner we spoke to the hotel manager about our options.

Manager: Pachmarhi me total 25 se 26 spots hain ghumne layak.... do din me aap pura cover kar lenge....lekin agar apko nation park bhi jana hai to usme 1 din aur lagega.... app log decide kar legiye... kya karna hai.... lekin uske liye apko 8000 aur lagenge.

Rathi: abe chalte hain national park... mujhe sher dekhna hai...

Bakshi:abe rehne de yaar... yahan sher bahut kaam hai.. faltu paise waste ho jaenge.

After a much discussion ,we finally decided to quit the second option...i.e.going to the national park.We all called our homes from a nearby PCO....since there was no signal in any of our mobiles.Sharma and Joshi had to make calls to some special ones.

We came back in our rooms and retired for the day.

17th March 2007

Time : 7:00 AM

Place : Hotel Room

Shama : abe bakshi ... kitni der tak baithega.... late ho rahe hain...

Bakshi : abe aa raha hun na.... abhi time hai..... doosre room ka bathroom use kar le...

Sharma : wo bhi busy hai.... tu jaldi bahar aa..

We all had a breakfast of bread and butter and some namkeen......dressed up and waited for our jeep that we had booked for sightseeing.....

Time : 7:30 AM

Place: Hotel Lobby

Our jeep was standing out.... driver was a middle aged guy with a big moustache....He told us that today wll cover all the temples, tomorrow all the falls and day after the remaining spots..We set out for our first spot.... JATASHANKAR ..... Our jeep was going zip zac,up and down through the roads of the town....we saw some beautiful cottages of colonial times and various army installations.Entire town was like a dream. Time stood still still , an evergreen plateau , Pachmarhi’s pristine beauty lied in its innocence and its unspoilt splendour.

Time : 8:30 AM

Place: JATASHANKER

We hired a guide for 50 bucks who started telling us about the history of that place. It seemed as if he had mugged up an entire textbook,the same way like the girls in our class used to do. He told us that how this place came into existance and how it got its name after lord shiva's hair.He also mentioned the importance of herbs that were found there and their medical importance.The actual temple was in cave which we could reach after walking for 15 minutes.It seemed as if we had entered some prehistoric cave .Nature is such an amazing artist.We could see water coming out of various points in the cave.Our guide took us to a shop where medical herbs were sold.It had herbs for everything,from heart diseases to asthma.Bakshi and Joshi showed special interest in herbs which gave power.There were herbs which were used in Vaigra.It took a 15 minutes session by Nikks and Dhavle to Rathi to make him understand what viagra is and why it is used.It took us 2 hrs to move around the place and get back to our jeep where our driver was waiting.

Time : 11:00 AM

Place : On our jeep towards ???

Driver : ajj hum log do points aur dekhenge....

Rathi : Kyon?? bus do point.... abhi to pura din pada hai...

Driver : Jo agla point hum log dekhne ja rahe hain... wahan jane ke bad aap logon me himmat nahi bachegi...

Rathi : Huh... aisa kya hai... hum sab log khiladi hain... aise nahi thakte...

Driver : tabhi to bol rahi hun ki do point .... agar koi buzurg hote to ek hi point bolta...

Time : 11:30 AM

Place : On Chauragarh ( this was tough)

Vikas : abe ye ( pointing towards the Chauragarh temple).... ye to ek ghante me chad jaenge...

poor guy.. he never knew what the future had in store for us...We started our trekking towards the hill top around 11:45 AM.Making our way through the forest ,chatting ,singing... the initial half an hour of walking was cool.We stopped at various points to take snaps.During our pad yatra we noticed that after walking for about 1 hr. the temple never came nearer to us.Then we realized the nature of climb.It was like up and then down and then up.... we have to cross four hills before we can reach the actual temple ...and each hill was of similar size.Expressions on the face of Vikas and Dhavale clearly showed the torture they were undergoing.There were people selling lemonade on the midway.We almost saw the face of lord shiva in each one of them.During this journey i realized my potential as a hill climber.Surprisingly I was leading the way.Even the captain of our cricket team (Sharma) was lagging behind.

Time : 2:00 PM

Place : Chauragarh ( at last)

We felt so close to lord Shiva himself. The temple had a mystical charm.We offered prayers and took PRASAD .We went around the place.It was like,top of the world.

Time : 2:30 PM

Place : Chauragarh ( Amol's encounter with the monkeys )

Amol : Shanky, kamine.... ye packet pakad.....

Amol was surrounded from all sides,he could not escape... 3 huge monkeys were chattering their teeths at him....they wanted the packet of prasad that Amol was holding on to.

Amol : abe koi ye packet catch kar lo yaar.... ye mujhe hilne bhi nahi de rahe...

Nemani : abe bandar ke katne se rabbies ho jata hai...

Amol : abe @$#@$ mujhe pata hai..... kyon meri phad raha hai...

Rathi : abe aise hi reh mujhe ek photo lene de....

Amol : kamino mein packet phenk dunga....

And finally that was the only thing that he could have done... and he did.

Time : 4:30 PM

Place : Back at the footsteps of Chauragarh (from where we started)

There was one more temple rite at the foothills which was named Gupt Mahadev....so we decided to have a look.We gathered our shoes at the entrance and appointed Mr. Dhavle to look after them..( he decided to sit and regain his stamina).

Time : 5:00 PM

Place : Gupt Mahadev ( the great Nemani Show)

We all were wearing our shoes after coming out of the temple.All of a sudden ,from nowhere a guy came and claimed that he was the one who took care of our shoes ( and not Amber)... and asked for 30 bucks from us.

the Guy : Bhai aap logon ko 30 rupaye to dene padenge... ye yahan ka niyam hai...

Vikas : Kis bat ke 30 rupaye... jooton ko rakhwali hamare khud ke aadmi ne ki hai....

Guy : paise to dene padenge.... yahan joote rakhne ke paise lagte hain.

SAGAR : agar bhik mangne ka itna hi shok hai to wahan ja kar baith jao....( where rest of the beggers were sitting)..hum dedenge...

Truth is always bitter when said in one go.That guy never expected this kind of a reply.

Guy : kya bola... mein bhi bhikahri hun....

Dhavle : abe tu dimag kahrab mat kar...... warna..

Guy : warna kya karega be..... oyee...

He started shouting and gathered few people ....

Guy : ye log mujhe bhikari bol rahe hain... inko to sabak sikhana padega...kaunse hotel me thehare ho tum log...sahi salamat wapas nahi ja paoge.....

Dhavle ,who was flexing his biceps untill now suddenly realized that it was not a good idea to fight with the locals..

Dhavle : achha achha... sorry bhai... hume ladna nahi hai.... galti hamari hai... oye Nemani sorry bol...

Dhavle forced Nemani to apologise.... and the matter was resolved...After coming out....

Joshi : Wo to mujhe gussa nahi aaya...warna ek ek ko dekh....

We all laughed.... Joshi is always good in producing these kinds of humor....

Time : 5:30

Place : Some sucide point...... on the way to sunset point.

Driver told us that it became a sucide point when some couple commited sucide after jumping from there.

So we made the people in our group also to pledge that they would repeat the act if they dont get their respective girls.And if they cudnt do it themselves then wll help them by throwing them from here.

Time : 6:00

Place : sunset point ( last point for the day)

Nothing to say much about this point.Pics. can describe it better. There were honeymoon couples

lined up to see the sunset together....

18th March 2007

Time : 7:00 AM

Place : Hotel Room

Night before probably was the shortest night we ever had.We all slept like anything and wanted to sleep even more.

Nikks ( banging at our doors): utho be.... kab tak so ge....

We all got up .Today we were supposed to see the waterfalls.In 30 minutes we all got ready.Our jeep was waiting outside.

Driver : Ajj hum log ek waterfalls jaenge... lekin uske pehle aap logon ko ek guide karna padega... ye yahan ka niyam hai..

Vikas : huh... ab ye kahan se milega...

Driver : Pachmarhi museum.....

Time : 8:00 AM

Place : Pachmarhi Museum

Driver introduced us with our guide.Cant remember his name..but he was a middle aged guy with a moustach.We could smell liquorfrom his mouth.They showed us the museum.It was like any other museam telling us about history and flora fauna of that region.

Time : 9:00 AM

Place : Pandav caves

Guide : ye pandav gufa hai... kahan jata hai ki banwas ki samay wo yahan par ruke the...

Nemani : kamal hai... ye pandav to pura india ghum liye the chal chal ke.....

Joshi : hum log train se ghum lenge...

That place had a beautiful garden.We could see five seperate caves...which the guide told was used by each pandav.After a bit of exploration we finally set out for our next destination.

Time : 10:30 AM

Place : Silver falls

Guide : hame jeep yahin chodh ke paidal chalna padega

Dhavle : Kitna chalna padega...

Probably he wasnt able to come out of the tortures climb of Chauragarh the previous day.

Guide : bus teen kilometer...

We all had a sigh of relief.After walking for about 30 minutes we could finally have a view of the water fall.It was amazing.

Time : 12:00 AM

Place : On our jeep

Guide : Ab hum lo apsara falls jaenge... ye wahi jagah hai jahan film "Ashoka" ki shooting hui thi...

Amol : Hum log wahan naha sakta hain kya....

Guide: han naha to sakte hain... lekin nahane ka kaam aap Bees fall pe kariyega...wo behtar rahega..

Time : 12:30 PM

Place : Apsara falls

As soon as we reached apsara falls...we can visualize Karina Kapoor talking a bath ( dont think dirty).That place was perfect for a film shooting.We all took out our shoes and went straight into the water.

Sharma and Rathi lifted bakshi and manhandled him....

After spending 2 hrs. there and an extensive photo session,we finally set out for our next destination..the BEES Fall.

Time : 2:45 PM

Place : Pachmadhi Gardens

Before going to the Bees Fall ,we decided to have lunch at Pachmadhi Gardens.The place had a nice ambiance.We ordered some food and coldrinks.

Time : 4:00 PM

Place : Bees Fall

Rathi : bhaiya isko Bees fall kyon bolte hain...

Guide : ye to mujhe bhi nahi pata yaar... angrezon ne naam rakha tha... abhi tak wahi chal raha hai...waise kaha jata hai ki iske nichenahane se madhumakhi ke dang jaisa lagta hai... pani ka raftar bahut tez hai..... lekin yahan nahaye bina gaye to pachmadhi aana bekar hai....

We relieved all our clothes and..... probably the pic. would describe it better... If i would have posted few more pics here then i could have got a good offer from the Playgirl magazine for selling those pics to them.

Time : 6:00 PM

Place : Dhupgarh (The highest peak of the Satpuras and Madhya Pradesh)

After spending unforgetable moments in the Bees Fall we reached Dhupgarh.It was the highest point in the whole state of MP.Fortunetly it was reachable by the jeep.It was another of those beautiful sunset points and it had a cottage which was used by the British as a rest house.That ended the day for us and we waved goodbye to our guide.

19th March 2007 ( our last day in Pachmadhi )

Time : 9:00 AM

Place : Hotel Lobby

Till now we had covered all the important points in Pachmadhi and since we had one more day and we were not going to the national park..so we decided to use the day by visiting some secondary points.

Time :9:30 AM

Place : Some temple

It was some temple of the godess durga.We offered our prayers.The best thing about this temple was that somehow our mobile phones started catching network.So we could find everyone busy with their respective special ones ( those who had),normally the list included Sharma,Joshi,Rathi. But we observed that Nikks was also busy with someone.The indentity of that someone was however revealed after 3 months of that trip.Till then it was a suspense.Rest of us called our homes.

That day we saw few other caves.All the caves were equally beautiful.

We roamed like vagabounds cracking jokes,sharing laughter,that still echos in my ears.

We ended our day by doing some Paragliding.We distributed ourselves in couples.Nemani Bhai lost his balance and fell down.Latter on Vikas ( his partner) told us that the the sail was disbalanced because of unequal weights.

Almost everyone was slipping while landing.So our Sharma ,who was coupled with Bakshi declared that he would never fall.We all appreciated his confidence and waited for his turn.

What Sharma claimed got true,he did not slip,but fell on his face.All of us cud hardly control our laughter.

Around 9:30 in the night we started for Pipariya,from where we were suppose to catch the train.

At 1:30 in the night we boarded the train to Indore from Pipariya.

Almost 15 months have passed since that trip of ours.All of us are passed out from the college now, busy in their own lives.But the memories of that trip are still fresh...

" Woods are lovely dark and deep

But I have promises to keep

and miles to go before i sleep

and miles to go before i sleep "

-- Robert Frost

Sometimes it strikes...

Sometimes life seems to strike you really hard...
though it has something or the other worked for you...but then it gets hard to take the fact that we are never given a second chance and time never takes us back....so people generally try to move on but the memories linger , and sometimes these images in our mind tend to hurt and haunt .
I was sitting comfortably on my window seat of this luxurious Volvo ,traveling from Bangalore to Chennai.Half of the journey was complete.Though i was trying my level best to sleep,but could manage only a few,short, breaking ones.Lot of things were going inside my mind.
After constantly moving for about 3 hours,the bus finally stopped and we could hear the conductor saying that we have 20 minutes to rearrange ourselves.I saw my watch and it was 2:30 in the morning.I got out of the bus.A cool breeze was blowing,and probably that was the only sound that i could hear.Everything
else was quite.I looked around the place and saw a big board showing "Reliance".The Dhaba was owned by the Reliance group.
I sometimes wonder that how our mind digs out things that we bury or try to bury under the sands of time.The same "Reliance Dhaba" ,that used to be our favorite hang-out spot in my college days.Place where I shared so many memories with my friends.Though geographically it might not be the same,that was Indore,and this is somewhere between B'lore and Chennai.But it had the same setting ,same feel,everything same.And here i was lost again ,memories after memories,like turning pages of a book.I forgot that i had to grab something to fill my stomach.I forgot my hunger,thirst and about the visa interview that was occupying my mind until now.

"Time over sir,please get back into your seats"...probably this was the only thing that could have brought me back.I ran towards the stall which was selling chips and bisleri bottles,bought a packet of Namkeen and a bottle of water and went straight back into my seat.
I tried my level best to focus on my interview and what all things that i have to document,it was hard ,but ......

..me..

They say life is a journey..so i'm a traveler..traveling around..leaving a mark..with people who travel with me for a while..and then separate..creating lifelong memories..which live in my thoughts forever.. They say world is endless..and time is less..so my journey continues..till i get exhausted and fall down..and the God picks me upto begin another journey..to another world..