and nostalgia

Previously I had written....When I was happy, When I was sad, When I was angry even When I was on a HIGH, when i was emotional But now here I write when I am Nostalgic

I had come here as everyone does, with a desperation, with an attitude, with a charm, most importantly with a DREAM. Four years have passed, the desperations all gone, the attitudes changed, charms got rustic and the dreams all withered. I say this becuase I am not I wanted to be, but yet I am what I am. These four years I have seen life......I have learn what destiny is... and I have learnt Lifes all what you make it. It really is.

I had gone through every roller coaster life brought forth, I had my hearts in my boots when I failed, I had my head high when I succeded, I had my eyes full when I cried, I had my nails all eaten when I was tensed, I would say I had a share of everything. But now when I overturn every page of the life I spent here, which is withering into time... I realise theres always been a thread through all of them ...and now when I try and get hold of that thread...it binds all the withering pages and makes it a book, which can never be lost in time and has been intertwined in every memory of mine.

I always thought that thread was woven of ---- innumerable coffees we sipped, uncountable tandooris we burped, infinte walks we took, countless photos we posed, the many nights we partied, a few weekend retreats we had.

Now on the night before I leave when I know probably might never see you people again, here I am writing this blog, pondering over the past, laughing at times, worrying at times, thinking at times which gets my eyes moistened...I realise that the thread was not all what I had always thought it was to be but it was something else.

It was woven of---- all the times when I got emotional with you people, all the times I found your shoulder to rest upon when I was tired, all the times when you got me together when I was ready to shatter, all the times you lent me hand when I was helpless, pulling me up when circumstances got me into an abyss.

I dont know why now when we all head our ways..to make our lives ....I only remember the time we spend together when I was sad and you people were there to say ...."Load naa lo ...sab theek ho jaayega" and more often that not like a small kid I used to believe those words..mostly because they made me feel....YES, theres a way out.

Guys I really wish I were a great writer ....coz theres a tempest of thoughts in me but am unable to pen them down. Here are the few things which I can pen down.
1. Had it not been both of you I wouldn't have been what I am.
2. Without the company of you people my life will never be the same.
3. I will cherish every moment I spent with you.
4. I will miss you guys like hell yaar.
5. Now here I end wishing that in future may be 1 year, 2 years or even 10 years down the lane...but sometime we meet in KGP, go to LS order a tandooori, frett about the cook that hes so late, savour the taste even before we eat and say ...."Wowww....awwsummm hain yaaar", finish the three pieces one each and fight for the largest share in the fourth , come walking down to Bhondus order a pan and finishing it only to argue whose tounge got redder and finally get to GOL C and relive our memories again.

Guys three cheers to our FRIENSHIP. YO!!!!!!