winters.....

Dec 2006’….
Plot No.P-38,Hostel-P III,
Priyadarshini College of Engg & Architecture,
Electronic zone, MIDC, Nagpur

Time goes faster then anything…I still visualize birbal bhaiya ..a man in his thirties wearing a baniyaan and a pant with a turban of towel very well tied on the head and few hairs standing straight acting as an antenna and looking like a sharp pin that take out blood of your finger if u touch it..Carrying a tray of chai in front of my room 104 at 2 am …..bhaiya maagi hai kya, enquiry floated by some one in the room….nahi..bus chai bacha hai..so called chai better defined as something that has a color of tea and is served hot sometime mildly hot enough to drink it bottom up , god knows what that was…. Take it now other wise wait till 3.30 am for mishra ji . Mishra ji opens at 3 am and he is ready with all poha n coffee by 3.30 am.
After reaching Pune life was all different . I never sleep before 1 am any day b’coz I dnt feel like sleeping. May be I am carrying the legacy of my engineering Hostel life which teaches me to remain awake untill u feel as some two ton stone is put onto your eye lids and still trying to make urself very comfortable with the all those laughter and fun and obviously in a blood red eye. Toeing one bike with another while going to mishra ji’s tapri and trying to save fuel of one bike. We were energy efficient from that time itself….reducing the carbon emission far before Jai Ram Ramesh (Hon’ Environment Minister , GOI) commitment of reducing emission by 25% at Copenhagen climate change summit 2009 December. Actually that was our’s starving pockets which hardly had money for two bike petrol (that costs Rs 10/bike)….
how can I forget those winters (not that summer n winter of back paper)…half fry with rock hard bun n chai at BIRBAL’s… and Pink Floyd in the back ground played by someone in the room giving the feeling of real British style café’.. our shimla man wearing muffler all the time…our shaktimaan’s songs “that.. aag se nata ,nari se rista …”…that sky touching sixes of naushad alam in our very own lord’s of P3…that fagging gang on the top on the hostel..some from that gang has written recently that “life is like a garden which is incomplete without weed”…this quote reminded me of the hostel gang comprising of bhagwaan the king, panda the gladiator, raju the soldier, nishant fransis the think tank, som shubro n many more….guest are always welcome in the gang …aakhir mehmaan devta ka roop hota hai is strictly followed by them…..the best thing about the gang was the other things that knowingly unknowingly was their part…like rajiv nagar, hingna, hill top, ramdaspeth, mazaar, officer, jalebi, sweets, n birbal’s menu card….the list is endless but these are just to brief….time changed so as the gang and me. Sleeping every night better words every morning at 4 am when some people start to wake up was a fun. The lonely hostel situated in the Maharastra Industrial Development Corporation i.e MIDC area was leased for nominal money was heaven and priceless in December 2006. The life was full circle and no one of us wanted to come out that circle. Life teaches many things but that life in plot no.P-38 taught us every thing not many things. Fun, laughter, sorrow, emotion, crying , fighting , loving, caring al those stuffs meant for a human. A complete family far away from your family .

December 2009’…

Dalmia Laminators Limited
SIPCOT, Induatrial Area (Life goes full circle i am still in industrial area)
Gummidipoondi, Tamilnadu…

Just remembering December 2006’

Lying on bed trying to write…have increased my typing speed in last few days…..
Missing all good times and remembering them is a work now. I do this very routinely.
We all wake up every morning and get ready to act a new role every day which is scripted somewhere without thinking our acting capabilities.