Pouring Over...

Times when it pours over…

flooding emotions sometimes…

drizzling just a flicker of a thought…

Slanted thick annoying drops,

forcefully enter your home,

from inside an open window,

right into your life,

without consent…

Condensed cubes,

beating you up savagely,

for unknowingly loving

transparent waters at the 1st place,

trusting innocently

all the different skins

it can slip under…

or just those arrow straight

pinching piercing realizations…

P.S. Some ages are counted not by springs, but by raindrops-being-drenched-under…

P.P.S. I am probably more than a hundred years old…

On a trail of novel beginnings...

A youngster smitten by the splendor of nature’s bounty, sky piercing mighty mountains, crazy photographers, a resolve to reach and kiss the pure water laden cloud at the top, and perseverance of a newbie who just refused to give up…

We spice up the story with…compassion, métier, resolve, friendships, having our meals sitting in the lap of mother earth, from her immense cooking pots directly to our taste buds, a sky full of thousand times the number of stars any of we city kids had ever seen and a creepy red viper snake…And what we get, is perfect foretelling of the story “Kudremukha” - The Horse Headed Hill…

And so we 6 started on a beautiful trekking adventure, roughly 6 hours away from the jostling city of Bengaluru, in a Toyota Innova at the dead of the Bengaluru city Friday party night...And off we went, through the beautiful highways, followed by swirling and stomach turning roads of the Ghats section and finally followed by a Jeep ride through the most difficult swampy road till our homestay (Mahindra, Take a Bow!!!)..

And thus commencing the trek… 18.4 miles… scorching sunny, then shady, and then rainy, uphill and downhill, sweaty, then breezy, stony, then muddy… quenching our thirst directly from the sweetest and purest spring waters, taking our strength from the mesmerizing views of the fog laden hills and running our way through the damp trails from leech attack!!!

Nobody trips over mountains…It is the small pebble that causes you to stumble…Pass all the pebbles in your path and you will find, you have crossed the mountain…

And so we crossed it, only to revive our strength with yummazing food and star studded new moon’s night sky, complete with millions of twinkling stars, clear and complete with all astronomical patterns, to be forever imprinted on our memories… 

After local sightseeing next day from the water-falls and dams and feeling blessed at various famous temples of the region, as we were nearing our city life, we found ourselves not quite ready to believe that it’s over… 

But then the best realization was still yet to come… 

“We crossed the mountains of apprehensions, bathed in the pool of waters shimmering with novel beginnings…” And it’s surely an end of one story, but a beginning of MANY… 

  

Perfect Planning, Management, Modesty, Kannada Translations and Enthusiasm credits: Vijaya Srikara

Perseverance, resolve, determination and exemplary sportiness of a first time trekker credits: Nikita Jain 

Display of friendship, compassion and selfless support to the group and true true awesomeness credits: Sushant Vernekar 

Route guidance, bypassed Chickmagaluru sightseeing, creepy survival story of red viper snake attack, persistence of trekking barefoot and management support credits: Vinay Shivanna

Perfect Photography even without a professional camera, identification of red viper snake and willpower credits: Sai Chaitanya

And finally, Memories Preservation Credits: Shivani Shastri

P.S. I wrote another blog with same title, back in Pune...

So these are called phases for a reasons, they repeat themselves... 

Dancing to the tunes…

 An Invention of Life,

In the memories of living,

Haunts the fears forever

And we still dance to the tunes…

Shadowy and vague,

Tomorrows untold,

Slips like handful of sand

And we still dance to the tunes…

In a city without walls

In a lake of unknown depths

Stuck Deep in a dark forest

And we still dance to the tunes…

…

…

…

No flowers on grave,

All sent on his b’days,

Fragrances persevered

And we are dancing to the tunes….

What he meant to us

Flowing in tears,

Memories, musics and joys,

And we are dancing to the tunes….  

Poetry, Prose and an Adorned Milestone...

“She fought with rhythm, rhyme and repetition,

He strictly followed the syntax,

She advocated relationships with sound

His meaning of words was a matter of fact…”

“She enjoyed manipulating grammers and truths,

He stuck to the rules of comprehensions…

She chuckled off with “seen” and “felt”

He had his own conceptions…”

“She argued that prose is all accumulation

And she knows “isolation of emotions”

But then, she tampers the truth,

And he knows his punctuations…”

Condensed, imaginative, inspired...The poetry decided she’ll always flow free…But with his ethical language command,The Prose continued to create more meaning…

And then…

In lines and verses and couplets and stanzas

Together with artistry, creativity and literature…

The Poetry and The Prose,

Expressed an idea, made a point, and reached a conclusion… 

P.S. The metaphors I struggled the most with and had the most fun with...
Photo Courtesy: Bibhav Behara and Swatee Nayak

Inspiration Courtesy: Anish Kumar. Thanks for filling my life with more meaning than I could ever dream of comprehending. 

My(e)stique...

City lights blazing,

that Enormous charm...

Damp airs stroking, pulsating

Sentience lukewarm...

Clouds strolling & floating

lights throw back, reflect

Descending from heavens

deflections [Respect]...

Sleep deprived n weary,

Those eyes still exploring...

In want of these city lights

Sensations outpouring...

Its drizzling then raining,

wetting mountains and sands...

Waters seamless tie-making,

on these Mystique Islands... 

P.S. Pune Rains and City Lights...Continue to splash charms...

Adieu Silliness... ;)

Searching and yearning...

M lost again in you…

Circumstances concerning…

What went off??? No Clue…

Probing and cursing

U instruct? You’re who?

Anxieties keep churning

Your mood swings turn blue…

Your conceit, my learning

On love still, cling to…

Wounds open, free burning

On that, dreams,  I brew…

Times happy so, back turning

Love n sweethearts anew

Anger heat so…scorching

It’s a lonely walk through….

Kiddo selves-ly returning

Trying n saving, fall through…

My judgments adjourning

M bidding adieu...

P.S. Badly Badly missing... Some parts of me...

Ultimately it’s Fun…

I am marveling at the speed and numbers in which (seemingly?) problematic situations can attack you and pin down your ever-so-awesome and ever-so-appreciated survival instincts…So much so that you wonder, what-the-heck-to-write-about and worst, where-to-start…that too, on a blog where you’ve comfortably displayed something as (seemingly?) complicated as your life in cryptic metaphors…

So back…is me, not yet completely recovered from the after-effects of one of those dreaded monsters listed in the brochure of every medical insurance policy…(The eyuk- yellow fever)…stricken with fuming rebellion for bureaucracy…and though the doctor suggested a cool atmosphere and cool eating habits, I’m still dwelling in the hot waves of egos inflated beyond logical explanations… (read health issues, cheating in an  important exam result for which the fight is still going on and flat-mate problems resp…)

Tastes bitter…not just the doctor-advised meals n medicines for jaundice, but also the realization that we live amidst a non-rational race of most, if not all homo-sapiens…People who were unfortunate enough not to be born with inbuilt balances where they could weight rights and wrongs separately and then take a right call…based on (righteousness? lets forget it) whatever but extreme selfishness and egocentricity…

Good news is...these realizations improve your immunity…you no longer fall prey to anger, which our sacred saints called the most awful enemy of mankind…but you pity those who are continuously striving towards making the planet such a horrible place to live in for themselves first, and then for others…

And one fine day you realize that your experiment with pitying has become fun…when the other person is fuming with anger you are simply rolling on floor laughing…when health issues consume you, you smile n say…"So finally I’ve done it! My managers are left with no more excuse to cancel my leaves…Cheers!!!"...And even when something as catastrophic as blasts and political gamble to the loss of entire country happens, you simply shrug your shoulders off n say…It happens, Shit happens...

P.S. My respect for Aamir khan has increased multifold, Satyamev Jayte truly superbly inspires…An awesome assignment…

P.P.S. Strange how many weird things can make you happy (Happy?)…

Buzzing Backroomz (Goodbye 2011)

I'm beginning to conclude another year guyz… (So is everybody else, I know, but this post is strictly about how I AM going to do it)…

Some of us love Dramatics…the contour of times in a précis…We love the reflections…try to search our own selves in within the narrativez…

I’m a devoted lover of dramatics too…but sometimes, while the protagonist reaches the pinnacle, and the audience’s eyes are glued to the stage, my nomadic mind wanders to the backstage activity…THE taskforcez who are never concerned about whats going on stage…always putting things in order for the subsequent scenes…always FORECASTING, PLANNING, MAPPING ON… 

2011 has been a superamazing year…and this is what I’s doing backstage, every month of 2011, while the next month was brimming with yet another set of hyperactivity…

To begin with, while opposition was hoisting the tricolor jubilantly in its one of many Tiranga Yatras and government was making things more complicated by playing the game of cabinet reshuffle and fighting inflation (their own way),  I was trying to uncomplicate things and in the process ended up confusing myself even more each day…Finally Mr Jairam Ramesh gave me the much needed gyaan of let-it-be when the news of him wanting to demolish Adarsh Towers flashed on my TV screen… Ultimately I couldn’t help but decide that all my doubts were only a question of perspective and thus witnessed IPL auction drama silently…

Then February came and when people of my age were reciting “Love is in the air!!!” All I could hear all around was abuses!!! Gaddafi was calling the foreign media, Dogs, while crushing the pro democratic protests…THE CENSUS counted incompetency of our law makers by counting Ajmal Qasab as one of us… And while my country drowned itself into various scams, Yedurappa declared his assets and spectrum Raja made a scapegoat and finally sent to Jail, all I could say was Absolute Nonsense…

I had no more to say or write while I got too engrossed in speculations made during THE world cup…I forgot everything while we rejoiced as a nation for each successful step toward THE cup of honor…Stopped just to celebrate Women’s Day in new light of being all grown up…

The color of my blood miraculously changed when we finally managed a Lanka Dahan in a match I’ll remember forever and ever and ever…I ignored the news of fake world cup and BCCI saving more than its fair share from IPL parties… Just enjoying the reflections of victory…

Hyperactivity on the world map reached all time new height with THE assassination of Osama and his burial in the great expanse of sea… The cries of Lokpal were just becoming audible and Tata’s were getting new woes by Mamta Di…Like many others, my reaction to the new beginnings was just laughing- off with a suggestion in accordance with Indian situations…Swalpa Adjust Madi guys…Chillax!!!…

Hot waves of June came and I got caught off guard by a new wave of complete transformation as I was literally transported from Bangalore to Pune, in a time which seemed like…milliseconds…Anna Hazare continued as against UPA and I continued being happy about all the change…all going on’s…Gaining confidence by the statements made by all wrong-people-at-wrong-places (PM stating he’s no lame duck) and the news of India beating China in growth soon, I finally stepped firmly on the trail of novel beginnings…

My confidence proved to be awfully short lived as I was struck in awe by the immense money kept to rot in a place of worship and then by the explosion of terror at the city I was planning to visit each passing day of my stay in Pune…Mumbai got robbed off all prospects of peaceful life and my nation, off its self respect…Proving, yet again our existence as insects and the jobs Undone…

As we continued diving deeper in US debt, and while our prince charming started dreaming of THE throne of Indian Politics daily, We, the people joined hands yet again against corruption as our Anna repeated history by paying a visit to THE Jail and rekindled the sense of democracy…and we celebrated, however delusive that carnival may have been…

September proved to be a lone battle for me as it was for Chidambaram and UPA as a whole…for me, it was witnessing black marketing and corruption on personal front…But I proudly won while Acting on my own impulse and then forgot all the pain with the song of the wind…Chidambaram and UPA are still there, trying to fight by all means…Guess who was using fairer means??? :-D

Got summoned up for my recklessness while driving on my two-wheeler in October and then finally concluded that recklessness can definitely be fun at times…Following my example, BJP recalled all reckless people and decided to do a make over for Modi’s image…but when reckless Reddy landed up in jail I got too scared of continuing my reckless behavior as the visibility of my very own future reduced to less than 50 mtrs…

I felt the long forgotten buzz all over again when I visited Mumbai and Band stand and developed a whole new affair with the waves…I decided to decide my reckless take on life all over again as the world called me an extreme case of psychosis…while UPA was blamed of its inability of decision making, I’s enjoying my own settings…When Anna was blogging out, and Pawar was slapped, I was just laughing out my loudest giggles…Cheers!!!

And now, when Anna is getting ready for a fresh new Jail Bharo movement starting from Mumbai and we’re getting ready for reelecting fresh new bloodsuckers to suck the national soul…I’m trying to learn new lessons of Let-it-be…

So like this…Life Goes On….So Do I…and since cherishing good times and forgetting bad ones is always what we are taught, in books, in philosophies and even in FB one liners, I’d say…Goodbye 2011… Loved you…You’ll always remain etched in my memories forever for all the real BIG transformations you’ve done in my life…

So, this is how I (We? Oh Yes, all of us in fact) am beginning to begin a New Year…

Psychosis…

 

You are sensitive!

You are dumb!

Self Obsessed!

m Numb…

You Command

Confuse...

You Mystify…

I (helplessly) succumb…

You come across

get creased

I crumple

so  glum

I wake up

with start

Weird reverie

Kept mum...

Moronic  laughter’s

Smiles sometimes…

Strange melodies

I hum…

At a loose end

m lost

From wrecked Horizons

You come…

I try to cherish

solace
Trouble, your being

become…

The Song of the Wind…

Initially I thought, its going to be a poem…but its not…and definitely not a microblog or simply a twitter update…nah…its somewhere in between I guess…and in the title, I specifically mean SONG and not melody…A song has the liberty of having many moods to it…while a melody has to be sweet, always (or atleast that how I think it is)…

So, this particular song, over the last weekend was almost certainly melodious to begin with…atleast till the time it was playing on my lips, while I’s flying with my Activa on (almost over and above) Pune roads…reaching every corner, from temples to markets to street vendors of cute junk jewelry  to coffee shops…

Three days of overtly shown and proved liberation they were…that feeling new and fresh…

But then, when has complex minds as human beings, accepted and approved of something as simple as “feel-good is equivalent to happiness”? Every such statement comes with clauses…some hidden, some obviously obvious and some which lead to painful implication to tenses, especially future…We just don’t approve of anything just like that…We have an eerie ability to question everything…let alone those explanations to the rest of the world, your own self stands beside you and starts questioning…and irritating as they may be, but the questions are generally fair and logical…and if you are not in a habit of living in illusions, you find it very difficult to answer them all…

So this time the questions were on very existence, the kinds which hurt the most…So, this is how you think how simple things can be? You, your self, your Activa, your songs, and empty roads and you driving that fast and free and safe too?  Whatta foolish immature thought!

And then those suggestions… Come outta it dear…from the post dusk darkness to the dawning truth…oh the timeline hurts! It may come sooner than you think…when the feel good about yourself disappears, don’t make it the habit that hurts…Dont let a pebble stir the stagnant waters and create waves…generalize things…move slowly with the rest of the world…with publicly accepted terms of living…and then…get going!

I’ve no answers except for one…about the stagnant waters…

If you throw a pebble in stagnant waters, it’ll create waves no doubt…But what if the water is flowing so fast that it doesn’t mind even rolling stones?   

On the trail of novel beginnings...

So the time is…when you are supposed to be apprehensive about a new city/state, new project (read project manager) and strangers…And you are anxious about getting accommodation for yourself, unpacking your stuff and managing things in best possible way so that you get a niche at the new place…

They say all is well that ends well...I think, it’s incredible when something begins well...So, I’m transported!!!  to a Marathi land, where on the very first day of my arrival, I made some great discoveries…some really hardworking techies, a small cute workplace where everybody knows everybody, a cool lot of people who are determined to make new-joiners life easy, and the sense of inclusion… I must say, I am blissfully surprised by the last one…Smiles…

So, even before I could get my access card work for the new office, I’s told we are going for a trip…to Lonavala…Newer than the new joiners, I’s not sure how I’m going to enjoy the trip…But that thought soon got faded away in the rhythms of Antakshari songs (all the songs from movies released before any of us were born except for DK Bose of course)…

And then we landed…in between the streams of flowing waters...And then began my very first experience of rock climbing on a water trek…If you are following this blog regularly, you must be knowing that almost everything is figurative here… and sometimes it happens that I fail to understand the literal meaning of certain things while diving into the metaphorical meanings…So, I could have never thought that statements like these can have a literal sense…Nobody trips over mountains.  It is the small pebble that causes you to stumble.  Pass all the pebbles in your path and you will find you have crossed the mountain.

But you climb Lonavala water trek and you know what that actually means…

All done with the adventure, I’m back to new set of realizations…And here they are…I’ve crossed the mountain of apprehensions, bathed in the pool of waters shimmering with sunshine of a novel beginning…Cheers!!! 

Reflections...

“You are religiously and legally ours” … And she started feeling the vibes of change all around her…the sensation of transition, the numbness which happens when you have a zillion thoughts and don’t know which one to single out and think about…

Her beautiful eyes went blank and their reflection in the mirror informed her clearly that sleep won’t come to them for many days to come…Her curly hair started feeling the Bangalore breeze like the most awaited touch…The swing in the balcony garden welcomed her to sway between the past and the future, between old and the new relationships, between apprehensions and anticipations…

Five long years of a successful relationship stood in front of her like a beautiful journey.  A wish that was granted, a dream that came true…She could not ask for more…That “only-a-classmate”, “friend”, “best friend”, “guide”, “special someone”, “boyfriend” was ready to become her “life”…She wondered how meanings can change with time…Once “aunty” was becoming “mummi ji”, once “uncle” wanted her to say “papa ji”...everybody wants to know how she feels but words won’t come to her…people assume she is extremely happy to say anything, but her happiness is not able to sort itself into what to tell whom…Strange but true, she’s not even sure whether HE will be able to understand …This feeling is so HER own…No wonder, nobody else can understand really…

There have been transitions, from prep to school then to college, to a new city, to a new job, new people…but this one is HUGE…Though she knew from like years… she had a perfect mental picture in like a thousand dreams, she knew which color will go with which occasion, what is going to be the guest list, which flower will suit the decorations, and what must-be’s should be there in the menu…she was always ready, all set…But still she feels that time has run extremely fast, that she’s only a kiddo, how can this happen so early…

Like me, she ponders over thoughts and questions, only to conclude that this was destined to happen…for best...And then again, she tries to welcome sleep, in vain…drowning yet again into feelings all sweet…

P.S. Congrats Dear…All the very best for the future ahead…God Bless!!!

P.P.S. Oops! Do I need to mention, this was about a very close friend, getting married soon!!! :)

Absolute Nonsense!!!

Surprisingly dry Bangalore sky, where it hasn’t rained since very very long…

A pair of RED eyes, revealing the forceful effort to keep them open...strange foul smell…in an elevator of a corporate office…and a guy making a spectacle of himself…

In such a state where not even a single drop has fallen from skies to bring some good, happy thoughts to my mind, I’m mulling over all nonsense…and as a reflex, writing all nonsense…

Here I’m trying to rewrite a story told in pieces … that too, in a state of partial consciousness…

Me and my friends, we were sitting in the cafeteria for the evening snack and tea…And this guy joined in…and started off without a prelude…”Do I look drunk?” And then without waiting for an answer (or rather knowing what would be it…), he continued…”Yaar kal mast kaand ho gaya sacchi!!!” You won’t believe what happened yesterday…Some of my friends beaten up an auto driver….”saala zyada paise maang raha tha ”…And then again, without us asking for details, he continued…”My friends came over and we boozed-up all night long…(As if he specifically needed to mention that particular piece of information)...They were coming all the way from Ooty to my place…in truly high spirits of Lions of our HP…(A great pride in his voice here)...the previous night in Ooty, they were coming back from some pub there , all drunk…They took an auto to come back to their resort…The auto-wala dropped them back and asked for 150 bucks, when the distance was less than 5 kms from the pub to their resort…and then without even arguing with the man, they pulled him out of the auto and then started raining cats and dogs, punches and kicks all over his face…

Poor man started yelling and then some God-fearing-law-abiding-citizen-of-India called up the police…Shocking though, police came over and arrested our mettle MEN when the driver was still having all 206 bones intact… (They still regret the fact though...Maarna tha aur saale ko!!!) And then, without him telling the rest of the story, (His pride on his friends achievement multiplying with every detail of the narrative) I guessed it perfectly right…They formally went to the police station, showed some currency (around 3k), and with due respect, were sent back to the resort, in the same auto!!!

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This is no story really…this happens every other day…What’s actually disturbing, are the exclamation marked statements made by him at the end of the story…

So then, with an air of vanity, he added…You don’t know these guys yaar!

Their fathers own yards of Apple farms in Himachal!

They just don’t care about money!

Cool life hai yaar! Mast bande hain!

And then, a maniacs ROFL!!!

Not to mention I’s shocked, felt like the judgmental me, the believer of all-right-is-right-and-all-wrong-is-wrong child in me was slapped in face…So this is what people actually look upto when they say they want to GROW and make a STATUS LIVING???...So, its fine, infact pretty cool to get arrested and spend some quality time with cops if you carry the status of getting away...Its okay to get drunk to your fill and then drive back all the way from Ooty to Bangalore, this time without being caught…Cheers!!!

My understanding of the terms in caps was shaken from the base…I felt an insistent need to review my social concepts before claiming to understand my very own surroundings…

I have been trying doing that since then…But I fail myself again and again...I really fail to understand how can it be cool, not being in your senses when nonsense is an offending word…People spend their lives building a reputation and then how can they just let it all go in a speck of a moment of being drunk and ignorant…How can the fundamental rules of civic behavior and gentlemen’s policies change their meanings so easily...

And then as always, I remain stuck in the whirl of questions…and this time, it really seems like forever…

Even as I write this, I know this is no way to retort…only a way to save my soul from the vortex of thoughts…when the meaning of all the wisdom thoughts I learnt with an effort over the years, is challenging an existential crisis…

Some Ravished Memories… (Shrunken petty matters…)

I had to write the title in plural (matter(s), memory(s)), simply because I’ve loads to write and that is simply because of the still pettier chronological issues…(This much of time difference between two consecutive posts doesn’t look good on a blog, that’s why…)…

So, here I go…with what I did/thought over/realized all these days…They are all trifling matters, but recollecting old good toys and memories is fun….isn’t it?

Going Back To Life…

[410, Air Force Station, Jalahalli West, Bengaluru, Karnataka]…Precisely the main gate, in front of an old butter fruit tree, I stood…still…tried to open my mouth to express my happiness, the exultation…but the words won’t come…And that was there too…my sweet old school memories coming back to me personified in Anupama and Durgesh…

I’s loving it…the first flush of same childish innocent smile on our faces, the same carefree loud laughter and the same stupid reviling diction…supplemented( rather complemented) by just two things now…their sincere gesture of greeting (umpteen times more sincere than I expected, really) and Anupama’s beautiful long black hair…

We chatted for hours together, frittering away every sense of difference that has inevitably sprouted between us in due course of five long years when we dint get a chance (dint even care about) to notice our DP’s on orkut/facebook…

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But then, all good things come to an end, so did that fortunate day which will remain etched in my memory forever…We needed to summon up before the current realities of our respective life’s where we’ve hardly any space left for school time innocence…and so we bid farewell…

Life goes on…and so we did…

Running…for a cause…

My true true Delhiite cousins and my continuous, non-stop cribbing (to become like them…never say “stop the funnnn…” attitude)…for me being a non-delhiite…(Hmmm…okay, I do belong to NCR, but Delhi is still Delhi…isn’t it?... Whatever you do…you can’t ever have an India Gate (and the ICS(ice-cream sellers) and PCS(pakora chat sellers) in Gurgaon…EVER))…

So, nearly each one of my cousins participated in Airtel Delhi half marathon, in some way or the other…and me…I’s only watching the live telecast…(Okay, frowning…)
That was exactly when I wrote this amazingly accurate prophecy about myself in my diary that someday, I’ll run a marathon too…

And since all shooting stars are not fake and someday dreams do come true if you sincerely believe in them, I finally got this chance to run Sunfeast Bangalore Marathon, Majja Run…

I exactly felt like a cameo and the endeavor was truly worthwhile in spite of having no teleology attached to it…You can get immense dividends of happiness at seemingly petty things…


The trauma of partition...

 I really wanted to write a lot of diary those days to vomit out the turbulence inside me…But I’s absolutely nonplussed to write a single word…and more than that, I never had enough time…

So, the story goes like…We (8 of us, me and my college mates, who were destined to become Accenture mates as well) were living happily in our beloved P.G, occupying 3 rooms of a real nice flat…

People from our respective departments used to call us “lucky to be so united” stuff…(Lolz Lolz Lolz)…

And then, the fate interrupted us rather ruthlessly and we were asked to vacate the P.G…(yes, all 8 of us)…Friendz, and Friendz of Friendz and their Friendz flooded our phone databases with numbers of P.G owners, flat owners and property dealers while showing their grave concerns over our condition calling it as the end of a delightful era for us…

You may well ask for the real consequences, but before that, I’d like to add some real senti, touchy and philosophical stuff to the post…

It was…an era of unpredictable occurrences of predictable proceedings…

Those were…the fateful days when we floated along time, and from P.G’s to flats, from 1BHK’s to 2BHK’s to 3BHK’s, from single occupancy to double and triple sharing rooms, and from kundanhalli to karamangala…

 It was the time when all our plans (of leaving the “then roomies” and choosing “better (???)Ones”) seemed to have betrayed our own selves…

That was…the time of constant state of evolution and our efforts finally fructified…and the calamity turned out to be a blessing for some of us…(should I say “including me???”…may be not)...

& We parted ways…

We…(two of us, me and my present roomie) packed our bags, exactly one week before the D-Day and came to peaceful place…(Yes, we finally managed to find a real good place for us to live)…& waved goodbye to remaining 6…

& We are living happily ever [since then]…