The end or the beginning

                               Last day. Seems very significant this year , a year full of lasts. Still hasn't sunk in really. No, I don't mean the apocalypse. When I went to Mood-I the realization came but didn't last too long. Role reversal been happening for quite some time. It seems its not only me who is realizing its the last. Its both saddening and heartening to know when juniors tell me they'll miss me. I'll actually miss being around the youngsters too. But well, all that will come in a later post which I'll probably write while weeping.(I'm mentioning this too often!)


Anyway, IV is missed big time. The excitement of being with 200 odd students, (this time with IEEE being 300! ) and knowing most of them would have been a nice thing. Hopefully the hyped BE trip will compensate for me missing this one. But its ok, I think I made the most of the last year's IV and that will always be memorable. But one has to slowly let go of things when the time comes.

This year has been an eventful one although that word doesn't encompass everything that happened in the year. Right from the internship to the GRE to the job to everyone else's job and universities too, its been one eventful year, yeah.

Yep, its the usual New Year's post. The one post that will always be a part of January. Adding to the number of posts I've already posted if nothing at all.It's funny to see the post I wrote for New Year's 2 years ago. I talk about applying for MIT. And mind you, I was dead serious. Now, I have a job which will take care of my living for 2 years and then I'll go pursue my dreams. And I hope it remains a dream and I do pursue it. Hope resurfaces again.

I did reach 50 posts before the end of 4th yr, so yay! and I hope to reach 100 posts pretty soon, dunno how soon that is gonna be. I did wonder if I should give up the blog at the end of my undergraduate degree. Like a proper farewell. But nah, I know I'm gonna be a student again. I'll let that thought stick in my head. And that would mean more writing. Actually the new place should make me write, maybe more serious posts, lets see about that.

And I can't wait for my birthday, the very last one over here, I'm sure its gonna be awesome or I think people are just gonna end up at my place like we have done on every other birthday.

Anyway, 2012 is one important year for me. Things are gonna change big time, I'm optimistic enough to think for the good.

Here's wishing you all a very happy new year. :) May there be loads to look forward to. See you on the other side of 2011 then. :)

You know you're in SP COMPS 2012(B.E) if..

After three of the series of the previous years FE,SE,TE , here comes the final of the lot, the final dhamaka if you will (I so miss writing random nonsense like this :P ) , You so know you belong to SP COMPS 2012 if


1) Almost the whole class happens to have attendance less than 50% (yes, everyone including me and this is a big thing for a class where "the" defaulters also ended up having a 90% in TE :O)

2) Everyone seems to be large hearted (or should I say large pocketed) and give awesome treats at brilliant places, at least more reason to hog on food :P

3) Practicals have again become a place to sit and chat on gmail due to the absence of you-know-who and mass printing of the same codes is BACK!

4)The sight of a JPEG pic reminds you of arrays of never ending pixels

5)You have written stuff about yourself in the LOR that you wouldn't have even dreamed of doing so...

and the professor actually recommends you with all of that! :O

6)You spent more time with the professor getting them to send this ^^ than you have ever done sitting for their lectures

7) You've totally forgotten college existed for something other than placements. :P

8) You can't help thinking about how much fun dress shopping for the farewell will be :D and how sad the farewell itself will be :(

9) No practical exams! There can be nothing more relieving than that!

10)And you would never have studied as much as you did right before your vivas and so effectively as well

11) This is one of the first preparatory leaves when you actually didn't use it at all for what it is intended to be-STUDYING :P

I think there should be a part 2 to this considering next semester it would be the LAST exam and the LAST midterm and all of that..or maybe that's just me trying not to end this series.. I guess we'll just have to wait to know so till next year.

Happy exam season until then :D

Home Sweet Home * 2

Change is unavoidable. It is what is permanent. But too many changes are bad, I tell you! I'm already struggling not to think about how it will be exactly a year later, where life would be so different, etc etc which will come in a later post.( Yes, this year it is all about emotional moments, nostalgic stuff cuz that is exactly what is going on in my mind.)

In the same breath, the time has come when I've left yet another place which has been my abode for 20 years. Yes, 20 whole years. Where I spoke my first words, where I took my first steps. The place where I wrote my first poem, the roads which inspired me to write many a post in the first place.The place where I made my first tune, where I sang my first song. The roads where I walked happily thinking of the best things that happened in my life. The roads where I sang out loud not bothering about the world around me. Where I cried I couldn't learn music and the same place where I walked awaiting my next music class. The roads where I've walked with my closest friends talking about so many odd things.


I'm gonna miss the familiarity about this place. Why, I could walk with closed eyes from one room to another over there at home, something I'll do eventually over here but still. And that area was abuzz with people I know, people I wouldn't talk to but that friendly smile of acknowledgement, even primary school teachers who somehow recognize me and talk to me finally leaving me feeling good about myself. Those bhajiwalas and all those small shop people who have literally seen me grow from someone who couldn't reach the vegetables to someone who'll work in a few months. Familiarity will so be missed.


It's 10 days since I shifted now. I sort of feel guilty to talk good things about the new home as though I'm betraying the old one. But its been an adventure in itself. It's exciting to stay on 8th floor after staying on the 1st floor for so long. It is so nice and windy and the chance to sit at my balcony which is in every room somehow is enticing enough. And the whole 'newness' got me to clean all those cupboards that got dirty in the years they have stood stagnantly and the mirrors in which we couldn't see our reflection no more. I've cleaned everything here except for the paint on the doors which I can't using cloth and soap, it seems. I somehow like cleaning when there is lot of dirt, the sense of satisfaction and the happiness is impossible. It's like that token of appreciation you expect from your boss when you've done your share of hard work.Also, it's been nice arranging stuff, participating in the discussions of where to keep which furniture, how does the house look good etc which makes you feel old,responsible et al.


Whenever we lost something under the bed or under a unreachable almirah, my mom used to say that 10 years later if and when we shift, we'll find these things intact right where they got lost. And It's funny the things we found while unpacking. I found really old stuff that I'd written, poems I thought I didn't have copies of, random notes I had written when really in despair, cards that had been made for me, cards that I and my sister had made for the different occasions in the year, actual inland letters (I so miss the days of letter writing). I actually found a copy of Aesop's fables, wait a second, "in Marathi". God knows how it came there but it did. :P And I found a treasure trove of my parents' old books. (Thank God for the fact that we share the love for the books by the same authors) Also found was 46 kg of raddi and an equivalent amount of trash waiting to be thrown away.



We packed on one day and shifted the other. I thought I would have time to go to each room and just think of all the memories and say a quiet goodbye so as to mentally accept that I am actually leaving that house. But the chaos that was there when people came to shift the boxes out, it suddenly got decided that I'll have to show them the way to the new house. Hoping that I would come back to do all the mental mourning but still trying to say a goodbye I left. And by the time we finished all the work in the new place it was 11 at night and it wasn't possible to come back that very day. I shed a few tears all of a sudden missing all those memories, missing just the presence of the home that we had created in that place. Its been 10 days, I still haven't been to my old home, I think those tears were all that were needed to know that I had finally moved on. The memories may have been abundant over there but like a close friend told me, I'll make new memories in my new home. It may be just 8 months but this is the place I'll be coming back to irrespective of where I go for a lifetime.

Our very own home. Gives a nice ring to it. :)

Holding on

Walking on the road, all by myself

The picture seemed clearer, clearer like never before

All this while, all I saw was an illusion,

An illusion like always which is meant to be broken.

Those wonderful memories were etched into the hearts

But to bring them alive was a task,

nothing less than daunting I would say,

 almost like predicting tomorrow today.

Trudging along on a road all alone, 

wondering if happiness would ever be my home, 

with smiles lighting up the face of every being,

only I seem to be left out of a happy dream.         

I cried my heart out wondering what I had done wrong,

is it just a nightmare or my ideas and decisions all gone wrong,

have I become bad, I asked every person in whom I would see,

that small lingering trust, for that dear old me.

It was a fight, I had to hold on,

to those ideals and principles which had been mine all along,     

it was difficult, no doubt, but not impossible I convinced,               

held on to the tiniest sliver, standing at the very brink.                    

It seemed almost forever,

waiting, helplessly waiting for help,     

would someone not get me to a place,

a place devoid of any guilt,                             

Saved I was after introspection came to me,             

being yourself is never wrong, but seems so at times in the world of eyes that would see.        

Brought to a state of tranquil I was, finally, just when sorrow had almost usurped my heart.                  

Walking on the road I am by myself, but it doesn’t seem lonely anymore,

a ray of light shining bright in my content face,

happiness had again become my home.                      

Finally, Quiz

FINALLY I did make a quiz before I left this place for good. Thanks to Gaurav and Vinit who actually did give me a slot unlike one of the so called presidents of the previous year. And a big thanks to dear old Ashmita for having helped out with her set of questions to make a complete set of questions. No go ahead, relax and enjoy the quiz while I may actually start thinking of preparing my next one!

The answer is the Del Monte Fruit Juice ad song.