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जम ही गया है खून मानो हमारा रगों में
जाने कब से तेरी बाहों में हम पिघले नहीं
मिले तो हैं सनम हम, जाने फिर भी क्यों मिले नहीं

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Fiction

I had finally got used to the new route to work, devoid of memories, finally destroyed every single picture, gift, memorabilia, finally started falling asleep without crying an hour. The corner, the rain, the icecream, the cellphone, the movie poster...these still kept hovering before my eyes, reminding me of you but I had survived. But I still havent forgotten spotting you in a crowd of hundreds. You still don't drop a gaze. The awful question: How can you look wonderful when I look like shit. The awful silence: God, your eyes are killing me. The awful feeling: Why did you do do that to me! The awful truth: Eleven months, I'm still not over you.

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5 Random News

Watched Shit Happens by some friends and colleagues. Good job.
One last lecture to go. It's a pity the prof sucks.
I am addicted to Facebook Scrabble, kinda.
Rahul Dravid has another boy :) :) :)
Sachin Tendulkar is God.

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Story of my life: (courtesy Sinfest (awesome))

PS The inspiration behind this is a tragic story I don't wanna share.

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Happy birthday doc. You're the bestest friend someone could have. Thanks you for being the only person who's always been there for me, always supported me, always listened, always understood. Thank you for giving me so many memorable moments of fun and bliss, and innumerable opportunities of pulling your leg (keeps me in practice ;)). Thank you for always coming back to me (from US(with chocolates)) like you never left. Thank you for being yourself.

Old is Gold

First up, apologies to anyone who wondered about this huge absence from the blogosphere. No I didn't die, run off, or forget writing. In fact, for the most part, the blame lies with the recent power and internet crisis in the campus. For more than a week, life has been affected by absence of power (no working in the lab :) no net in the campus :( ) in a manner more severe than anything I remember in five years. Newspapers blame it on the ongoing elections (hell, does anything happen these days that cannot be blamed on elections?) because of which all states are apparently overdrawing from the Northern grid causing the grid itself to trip repeatedly. Tch tch.
Moving on though, plenty of interesting things have happened, not all of which can be shared here, primarily in friends lives. The title refers to the concurrent theme in most of these. Old friends suddenly connected, met up, shared a nice evening and rekindled memories. Events at campus continually glorified the past w.r.t the present (Hamare zamaane mein...) IPL-II started with a frenzy nowhere near the first edition, so far, and most of the stars till now have been the older legendary players...Sachin, Hayden, Gilchrist, Kumble, even Gayle and Ganguly, and of course Dravid. :D
And finally as the last few weeks at IIT approach and the weariness of old age (in campus) slows down the drag of the end even further down, the picture, the story, the chapter of college life is almost complete in the head.
:) Will be back, take care.

And happy bday Sachin! :)

Innocence

is a heavy price of growing up. Alas, it's almost inevitable, preserving every ounce takes so much effort.
It's an awful feeling.

But nobody understands.

4 years, 500 posts

Happy birthday, blog.

Yes, it's been that long! :D