GoodBye JC 2 - The Pandit I Met.

How I wish, how i wish i was here, forever...

I cant exactly remember how my year number 2 and year number 3 went here. There used to be classes where I used to go, find the whole class standing out and the guys checking out the gals coming out from the PS block ;-).

My bed started becoming very unclean and I had lost my plate. Before every bath i would go for the hunt for the washing soap. I found my self addicted to the smoke around me. I knew. I had realised. My romance with JC had begun. But I was not what I am now.

One of the most surprising and weird quality of a man is he never thinks he is gonna die one day and lives as if the life within him is going to be with him forever. I was addicted to this place. I never thought that one day i would sit in front one of the systems and type all this with tears in my eyes.

IEEE SJCE. A technical organization, they call it. Its a gang of 200+ people hanging out at various places in the college planning to conduct events. I still remember the million rough and neat copies of "to be done" written by me. I was an Office bearer for IEEE SJCE in year no 3. Responsibilty. Technicality at IEEE gave me friends for life.

I was in the first year when I "met" Kanishka. Kanishka Pandit, she was from Mangalore. Charming she was ;-), ha ha. I always had an inferiority complex within me when i used to walk around the college.Well, let me come to the point I never thought I would be friends with this "charming" female ever in my college life. :-). I was wrong. Big time!!!

We worked together for Cyberia 05.In one word, it was awesome.The respect for her grew. She was not "Kanishka Pandit" anymore. She was Kani. :-). The change had occurred. Beautifully too.

Our friendship.Huh.. it had everything in it. Dancing, singing, madness, throwing stones, clearing misunderstandings, drops to the bus stand, gossip,KD road,barley,Hookah.. goes on. It used to rain. Shweta and Kani would come to yampa exactly at 7 30 in the evening and the coffee we drank had drops of life in it. Remember Kani? :-)


Kani.. You will be missed. I am stopping here. Can't write anything more. Feeling weak. I will be in Basavangudi. Search a house there. Please.

Listen to Indian Ocean as they score music for this "Amazing" movie. Bandeh and Bharam Bhap Ke will take you to a different world. Highly recommended.

GoodBye JC 1

It was very sunny when i came here. I, along with the only guy i knew in Mysore, Anil :) , got down from the bus and we went to the hostel where we were supposed to stay. Chose a room, opened the door. New dreams, new ambitions with us, we were so excited about our life here in Mysore. Slowly a voice said, "Hi I am Kartik.. and you are..??" I still remember the taste of the wafers he offered us.

Friends for life.

Evening, a fair, not so tall guy approached me.
"Excuse me, what do they call curds in Kannada?".
I said "Mosaru..".
"Hi, I am Gautam"

Friends for life.


It all began with that day. I was a new guy to this place. It was beautiful. Gradually i stopped missing my parents. There, in that very own PushpaMahal, I found people who are not just friends for me, they are the guys who will make me go mad with their absence in the coming days. I am nothing without them.

The chemistry labs, the workshop, internals, going to the city, the last hour bunk, the yampa tea which i am so addicted to, the new year celebration at Pushpamahal, the linkin park songs completed my first year.

I was a new man after an year. I belonged to JC. It was everything to me. I could relate everything that happened with me to this wonderful place. IEEE SJCE happened and I knew my romance with IEEE SJCE would definately last long. I don't remember how the next 2 years passed. No clue.

The last year.

Dead tired I was sitting in my room after coming from class, I realised it was my last year in JC. There was a kind of urgency all over me. I was kiddish, stupid. I was thinkin of the ways to stay here.Huh...

LIFE

I am writing this sitting on my bed on a cold Sunday night looking at the innocent drops falling from above. The wind keeps blowing and and the night keeps getting darker and darker. I am a sentimental man. I cry,I smile,I laugh,I hug. Thats how i live.

It was almost seven in the evening when i was walking in front of a house. I heard a door opening. I could smell food prepared and ready to be served. The door opened and two expectant were looking at me with curiosity and a feeling of enoromous happiness. I realised i was strolling in front of a house being the apparent son of a waiting mother. There was so much to be told and so much to be heard. A day's work, a relaxed mind, two old hands and the smoke of incense sticks. Mother, a feel of perfection, an ocean of purity, the reflection of god. Every fold of her skin on her face had a story to be told. Every ray of light gave her a moment of anxiousness. The cuddles at night, the warmth in the cold, those sacrifices made and those sweets in the boxes. I didn't expect a face, in a dimly lit room, through a half open door could spill a tear from my eyes.

The door opened and two other old hands rested on her. I saw a photoframe of a boy on the wall.

"He is not going to come".

"We have lost him."

I could see her eyes wet as the door slowly closed in the vicinity of a fading light. Tears in my eyes and it started raining too.

लीन्किन पार्क

लीन्किन पार्क का एक बहुत सुन्दर गाना । इस गाने कि विडियो भी बहुत ही सराह नीय योग्य है । :

In this farewell,
There’s no blood,
There’s no alibi.
‘Cause I’ve drawn regret,
From the truth,
Of a thousand lies.

So let mercy come,
And wash away…

What I’ve Done.
I’ll face myself,
To cross out what I’ve become.
Erase myself,
And let go of what I’ve done.

Put to rest,
What you thought of me.
While I clean this slate,
With the hands,
Of uncertainty.

So let mercy come,
And wash away…


What I’ve Done.
I’ll face myself,
To cross out what I’ve become.
Erase myself,
And let go of what I’ve done.

For What I’ve Done

I'll start again,
And whatever pain may come.
Today this ends,
I’m forgiving what I’ve done.

I’ll face myself,
To cross out what I’ve become.
Erase myself,
And let go of what I’ve done.
What I’ve done.


Forgiving What I’ve Done.

Black Friday

Saw this "awesome" movie yesterday. Its unbelievable. The intensity with which K K Menon interrogates the arrested is spellbounding. The red light in the background, K K's voice, the fear and the "i haven't done anything" attitude in the people arrested just takes you off to another world. Black Friday is a quality product. It really does what its supposed to do. Really Black. Hats off to Anurag Kashyap for making such a hard hitting movie. A must watch.
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Some old wise man once said, nothing is permanent, everything thing in this whole world dances to a tune. A tune which was/is/will be never understood by humans.As i sit infront of this computer to write about the beauty of relativity i realise that whatever i write here will make sense only to me and that sense is also "relative" in nature and "changes". whatever. init 0