I met Vikas on Wednesday evening, we were meeting for the first time after college days..we have been in touch thru emails, SMS, chats..but I was meeting him after a gap of a year or two less than a decade..(to my readers, Vikas was a friend from college, we were part of an extended group of friends, though i hardly remember having one to one talk with him, ever in college, and ofcource some doses of pranks.)
As we talked about professional life, common friends, batchmates, our college...my memories drifted to those two amazing years of my life.. I did my post graduation from Ghaziabad and here I met some of the most wonderful people of my life...and I dedicate this blog to them...so rightly it is said.."God gave us memories that we might have roses in December".
My college and my hostel has to go hand in hand..KA -29, an address that is embedded as golden words...days spent there have been literally crazy if I think of it today..having a watermelon party at 2am with the blasting music to shake off the sleep, staying awake the whole night and making each other understand the various nuances of Adam Smith's Theory of Demand and Supply..scare of getting ragged by seniors and the fun of ragging the juniors the very next year, consuming plates of maggi garnished with "dhaniya patta" after a full palate of "Ustadji's" dinner, looking for all the edible liquids in various hostel rooms to make the birthday drink, evening walk for the C-block's chai and spring rolls, travelling every day for two weeks in Bus No. 602 all the way from Ghaziabad to BHEL, Asiad Village, South Delhi for a HR project, the intensive pillow fight, only to be given an evil look by that horrid owner of the hostel, making a quickest possible trip to Chanakyapuri with my room-mate to see "Kamasutra", and ending up seeing "My Best Friend's Wedding", smearing each other with the colours and dancing to the tunes of Chaiya-Chaiya, the night before the Holi vacation, or quietly talking heart to heart with a friend in some corner of the hostel terrace under the star studded sky, memories are innumerable..
Today, as I look back, they seem as if college happened yesterday..all those wonderful people whom I met, are spread across the globe, some still continue to be my source of strength, that a friendship can offer, many who are lost in the crowd, some I may meet again, many I may never...I wish I could re-live every moment of those marvellous days!
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Purano Sei Diner Kotha Bhulbi Ki Re Hai, O Sei Chokher Dekha Praner Kotha Se Ki Bhola Jai..
Aay Ar Ekti Bar Aayre Shokha Praner Majhe Aay,Mora Shukher Dhuker Kotha Kobo Pran Jurabe Tai..
Mora Bhorer belaa Phul Tulechi Dulechi Dolai, Bajiye Basi Gaan Geyechi Bokuler Tolai..
Hai Majhe Holo Charachai Gelem Ke Kothai, Abar Dekha Jodi Holo Shokha Praner Majhe Aay..
Purano Sei Diner Kotha Bhulbi Ki Re Hai...
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