The Good Bye!

How much ever time you get, its never enough to bid the perfect goodbye, there is always going to be things I still want to say. But the time to leave is here. So here it is..

Painful though parting be, I bow to you as I see you off to distant clouds. ~Emperor Saga

Dear SLS family,
My Journey here has been magical and I shall always love to remain a part of this family. Thank you for everything, SLS.

Dear Khandan,
I have had some stupid, amazing, crazy, funny, awesome times with you! You have been my support system, you have inspired me, you have taught me a lot, and you have loved me more than I could ask.  I know we all have distanced somehow in these four years cause of location constraints. But you will always be my 1st first family @ PDPU. I’ll miss you a lot. Every one of you, for I have had a great times of my life with you!

Dear MBA,
I’ll miss the late night talks and fighting for problems, the unforgettable birthdays and their preparations, the hostel dances and hostel *things you can’t say out loud*.  I am so used to this place now, I am gonna miss this second home. I love you girls. I’ll miss living with you guys and walking in anyone’s room for any random reason and just chatting for hours.

Dear Roommates,
I love you two. You have seen me at my worst! Put up with my tantrums, gotten harassed by me and still loved me back. I am going to miss you two very badly. I’ll miss calling you names and i’ll miss our late night antaksharis. You two have never fought with me, u put up with all the messy art work I did in the room, you lived with my never ending saaman, you gave me my own space and yet were always there when I needed you. You both are the best roommates I could ever have. Love you.

Dear Cool Hostilities,
We understand this place more than anyone. We have lived here. It’s our home and we are family. We understand why, however bad or good it maybe Jaisawal, Coffee wale bhaiya, JC, Java, Mohinies, chana jhor garam, masala puris and chats will be missed. We understand the importance of Baghban, Spices and Blake. We understand the importance of in-times and Khan. :P We know each dog on this campus, we know which guard in khadus and which one is nice to us. We know which benches our reserved for the lovers and which are for us, we know why we love Bhavi and stationary. We know why petrocup is amazing and flare cannot be missed. We know each gali nd khopcha at this place and we know why moving away is going to be so difficult. Love you all.

Dear Rang,
From the creators the current torch bearers of this club, each one of you is a super talented individual and I am glad I got the opportunity to share ideas with you, work with you, lead you and hand over the club to you. Thank you guys! I hope this club remains as amazing as ever!

Dear CT (Core Team Flare 2013),
Flare 2013 was the most amazing time at PDPU, with all the jhols and last minute work, from the walking out on the last day to meeting again to discuss flare 2014, you guys appreciated me, you taught me to work together and put up a good show, you taught me to not judge others, you taught me how diverse people make a great team and how to have an amazing time and organize a super-amazing fest in 10 days. Thank you guys, I miss those times and I’ll miss you.

Dear 4 PIXELS,
Thank you. You gave me creativity, you gave me ideas, you gave me confidence in myself and you taught me a million things. I’ll miss working with you and I’ll miss the classes. I’ll miss the generation of Ideas. I shall forever be indebted to you, for, the help and support you have given me cannot be repaid. It was amazing to be associated to the thought of this organization, thank you for everything.

Dear The Gang: Dear Goa & Dear Abu,
Bunty’s and Bhavnas, the times we have spent together have been the craziest and the most awesome part of the four years, I’ll miss adda every night and our craziness nobody would understand, I’ll miss our wait for Duster and the rides later, I’ll miss our foodiness and our language, I’ll miss our forever planning of trips and our three most amazing trips ever, I’ll miss each and every one of you, everyday.  Thank you all for being there and thank you for creating memories for a life time.

Dear US,
Well, what can I say.. You know me too well, so much so that you already know what’s on my head and what I want to tell you. Words are just not enough to tell you five what I feel about our four years together.  Imagining a life without you all is difficult. I just request you.. wherever we go, whatever happens, keep in touch. I promise to always be there for you. Love you

Dear Everyone I ever knew @ PDPU,
Thank You. Thanks a lot. You shall always remain part of my sweet memories.

Its getting over.

I saw a dream. Five years ago, and today I am one step away from reaching it. Just one. I am scared, nervous and exited. What if I screw it up like I did last time? What if its not right for me anymore? What if what happened four years ago happens again?
But I am not the same person I was four years ago and in a way, I am glad I got rejected four years ago.. Cause their rejection got me here.

So before I move on, think about all my insecurities for the future.. I think its time for a flash back.

To these four years.

Four years ago I, a confused soul, with thousands of questions in my head, stepped in here, hoping to find a lot of things.. Now its time to move on, to get outside this secured paradise into the the real world, and looking back I realize, The School of Liberal Studies never gave me what I came looking for...

I came here to find answers, I found more questions
I came here to find words, I found new languages
I came here to find a destination, I found new paths

I came here to find a closure, I found opportunities
I came here to find knowledge, I found wisdom
I came here to follow, I learned how to lead

I came here to find friends, I found family
I came here to find teachers, I found guides and mentors,
I came here to find a campus, I found a second home.

I came looking for art, I found creativity,
I came looking for direction, I found myself
I came looking for a career, I found life.

SLS never gave me what I wanted, it gave me much more.. More then I can put in words and more than I could imagine. As my heart sinks at the thought of how much I will miss this place any every single thing associated to it, with memories to cherish for a lifetime and a new family to make proud I prepare to move forward.

P.s. As my head continues to resist the change ahead and memories hit the replay button, you can expect nostalgic, trying to accept the change, and my love for this campus life posts in the coming months! :P

Love Always

Signing off

just me

Exploring the City

This post has been in drafts for more than six months now. So, I thought its time I should just publish it without thinking or re-reading it! :P
 On my last trip to Mumbai, I explored the city of dreams and realized that there is this simple recipe to what makes it the place that it is, so here goes:

The Recipe of Mumbai.

Take Simplicity and Efficiency

Add a dollop of Speed

And A Dash of  Loyalty

Mix it all Together with Faith

Oh, and Don't forget Precision and  Entertainment

Put all of these on a base of Hope

Finally, Serve Hot After Sprinkling it with the 

"Never Give-Up" Attitude

So There You get the busiest city in the most colorful country in the world! :)

Love Always

Signing off

just me

What the Mumbai Locals Teach You: A Photo Story.

The Mumbai Locals Teach You...

In this fast paced world,

Take a moment to figure out your Destination,

Choose the Right Track,

Understand your Barriers,

 

Await the Arrival,

Have Patience and Wait for your Turn,

Do not Fear the Competition,

Make your own Way,

And Most of all, Believe in Yourself.

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Love Always

Signing off

just me

THANK YOU

Sometimes you are stuck and sometimes you just don't wish to move forward. Life is a funny puzzle every human is still trying to figure out and while I continue to find the pieces of this puzzle, I come across something you should know...

Appreciation is the best form of Inspiration. To know that you art matters, to know that your thoughts are heard, to know that your words are read, to know that somewhere your work brought a spark of change, a smile, a laugh or even a tear, that's all one needs. Just that knowledge can bring back that glow, can re-frame those jumbled words and can remove those stupid blocs.

So today I Thank You, each and everyone of you. Thank you for reading, Thank you for appreciating, Thank you for Acknowledging, Thank you for commenting and Thank you for criticizing. For all of these things matter to me and help me write better.

Grateful much? 
Just the way I am! :P

Love Always

Signing off

just me

words. thoughts. life.

Fragments of the wired electric signals in the head which we commonly know as thoughts:

Death.
I don't know how to deal with it, I don't know what to say to it. No human understands it. No words explain it. No religion gives a reason for it. Nothing can stop it. Its a surprise end to the mystery called life, and this mystery itself engulfs the human so much that the deeper mystery of death remains and maybe shall forever remain untouched.

Betrayal.
Its a lot of questions, guilt and confusion. Its a never dying anger. Its an unacceptable truth.You move on. You be the better person. You avoid it. You forget it and You say you forgive it. But then again in those lows you are reminded, of an undying flame within, the memories of betrayal.

Belief.
I believe everyone is made for something. something that you do best. something that gives you happiness. something that gives a sense of satisfaction, a fulfillment, that gives meaning to your survival. I believe everyone is exceptional at that something and when you find it, all is fine and you will love your life and until then, you still have to learn to love your life and believe that the search for that something is worth finding it.

What crap? I also don't know :P
So until next time...

Love Always

Signing off

just me

Pages of my notes: A glance at the past month!

Haven't written for a while.. Its not that I have not been writing,  its just that  I haven't had the time to switch on the laptop and type it all down here. So here is a part of the mixture of  the past month-the laughs and cries, the journey and the after effects, as jotted down on my cellphone notes: