From the diaries....

I'm a techno geek alright, but nothing beats writing... i mean the real thing... u know, pen on paper... :) Penned this down a few months back... Here goes...

Its past 2am. Just said my prayers and was about to doze off when I had this urge to write, to simply pour out my thoughts. Its not the first time that this has happened but is definitely the first time i've bothered to pick up a pen and actually put down what i'd wanted to say.

Its not a diary... I think!! More like an account of a conversation and the memories it evoked.

I spoke to my sis (well... she's actually my niece.. but hey.. what d hell... ) who just came back home from Aussie land. A picture just popped into my head - one where my niece, my bro (cousin) and i are standing in my aunt's driveway. We were probably around 3- 5 years old back then.... days when we had played choo-choo train holding each other's shirts, along with our akka are still fresh in my memory. I can see us there right now... and now i'm smiling.... grinning ear to ear actually :) that pic never fails to bring a smile on my face.

More than two decades have gone by. Haven't met each other for over a year. My niece - away in Aussie land, studying.... doing great there. My cousin bro- well, what can i say, he's the role-model kind. Can't say we've been close pals all our life (although of course i can't say that about a lotta people, its just a handful). But he's someone i adore and respect - he's working... doing something he loves and is extremely good at too :)

And there's me... confused... but having a whole lotta fun at Planet I ( just got back from a String's concert here in campus btw :) was rocking!!! ) I still can't figure out where i'm heading with this passage but somehow I just keep goin on.... and damn... feels good.

I can hear the cold october wind rustle the leaves outside. A sound so soothing and calming, i let it weave an enchanting spell and carry my thoughts along with it. Questions are plenty. What am i doing here? Where am i heading? What career path? Why this.. Why that... blah blah blah!!!!! No answers though. None at all. Oddly, i feel good. Feel good about the place i'm in right now. Content. Satisfied.

Anxious about the future... what it holds for me and for everyone who matter to me... then again, who isn't huh? But strangely calm tonight... right now... writing this....
Want to sing out loud.. but i refrain to spare my neighbours in the hostel.. it is after all nearly 3am now :)

Wish i could write like this on my HR answer sheet :( can't cross more than 1 page there.. that too in 1.5 line spacing!!!!!

Now i stop.... Coz I have to think about what to write. My pen's not moving as if it has a mind of its own... anything more i write would'nt be what it should be - arbit thoughts right from the heart. No point in doing that... its called 'globe' and is better used in exams...

Off to sleep now.. aufwiedersehen!!! Till the next time this urge to write hits me and i overcome my laziness and pick up the pen and write....

Ramblings of a confused yet insanely content mind. Peace!!! :)

Life @ the hillock

Its hard to believe that i've been here for over 6 months now. Seems silly now... but my biggest worry was " how the hell am i gonna wake up to an alarm clock!!!! " Typical maybe for someone leaving home to live in a hostel for the first time.

My first time away from home... Scary... what was even more scary... "i'm heading to IIM.. ME!" 'ME' to whom bears n bulls were greek and latin... "but hey.. its not all about that... u'll learn.. " i told myself... and oh boy... did I !!!

Ever since i stepped on to the hillock.. it's never failed to surprise me... be it seniors who receive you like old friends, console ur parents with warm smiles saying "Don't worry ma'am/sir... she'll be just fine" or my friends (ya... friends within hours of meeting each other)

Starting then, i've learnt to survive on 4 hours of sleep a day, eat Maggi @ 2 in the morning trying to keep awake to finish assignments, run around to different meetings...

But its not all that drab :) Basketball in the rain.. Badminton at 1am in the morning... singing out loud in the hostel corridors during unearthly hours... and of course taking those long long walks to the gate n back watching the sunset....

If your wondering why there's nothing remotely related to 'studying' here... :) well... its not all about the grades.. is it?? have always been top of ma class... u know what.. its so much more fun being the average student.. :)

The hillock has truly enchanted me... it makes me feel like i belong... it truly does.. for it doesnt matter where you are from... or what you look like.. or how accented your Hindi (believe me.. my Hindi's ridiculously funny)... this is a place where u can be who you are... and a place that i know will help everyone here become what they wanna be...