Ikka's Job and Farewell Treat...

The day dawned bright with a slight hint of clouds in the horizon.

Today was the much awaited JOB TREAT by one of my seniors, Siraj ikka, who had gotten placed with AREVA..Me, Shanky and Richard were the guests..All of us decided on the memento to give ikka and I reached ZZ (hotel) by 12.20 pm, got the table and as usual had to wait for the guys to arrive.. Poor me...During the time I saw a lot of people I knew trooping around, looking for seats (as usual the restaurant was crowded) and people were throwing me nasty looks for sitting at a table for 4, all alone. Thankfully Richu and Shanky arrived just when the waiters were thinking about throwing me out and giving the table to someone else...PHEW..!! Anyway, the host still hadn't arrived because of some TECHNICAL problems at his hostel (read as water shortage)..He told us to order for him also and he'll be arriving shortly.The food arrived and the host arrived in time just in time, coz to put food in front of Richu was like putting fire near petrol..(his words..!!) Anyway we all had a lovely time, gave ikka, our gift..Gave my autograph book back..Somehow it just seemed like a regular going out with friends lunch. But then, come tomorrow Siraj ikka would be going to his native place and then in July for his training... I wonder when I would see you again...

Siraj Ikka, a friend, a brother, a mentor like no one I have come across in my life...was leaving. Mentally, yes, I was prepared for it. After all he was 2 years my senior. But emotionally, I guess I was not. I had always thought the day he would be saying ALVIDA to the college and to all of us was still quite sometime away.. How time slips away from you, just like holding water in your hands. It escapes even if you try holding it with utmost care.. You will be sorely missed, Siraj Ikka...Hope to see you in a high position later on in life... All the best to you, my dear friend...

P.S: when I am in need of your advice the most, I know you'll be there for me.

An Unexpected HARTAL

June 27- Friday was an unexpected holiday which caused as much trouble as the joy upon hearing it was one...Because the day had been declared a HARTAL by the BJP who claim their seemingly peaceful protest against a new school textbook was violently disrupted by the the joint forces of the DYFI and the police. Now, first and foremost let me ask one question...Does calling a hartal bring solace or heal the wounds of the injured activists? Does it solve the quarrel over the textbook? Do they believe they can gain the peoples' support by calling a hartal which disrupts the life of a normal man? I CERTAINLY DON'T THINK SO..The only ones who love a hartal are the children, who love any reason for an unexpected holiday. Let me tell you the hardships my friends who live near my college CET, would have faced on an average hartal day. Since there is an absolute lack of transport on a hartal and also as my college is on the outskirts of the city, not even the occational auto would be plying. The students who need to go someplace have to rely on either the muscle power of their legs or catch a lift from someone who owns a vehicle. Then, there is the more urgent matter of food.No hotels, no shops....NOTHING.. Thankfully, this time around the college union made sure that the Canteen would be working. And then there was the inconvenience caused to many. Like for me, Friday was the last day before study holidays..the last day I would have gotten to see everyone together before the exams. I guess the politicians wouldn't understand the emotional turmoils and damage they cause by calling a hartal. Is this the only way they can voice their protests and woes? And do they gain anything..?? NADA..ZILCH...

To my Best Friend..... Love u loads !!!!!

The one person to whom I can tell my soul to fearlessly..
Who can relate to me like no other,
With whom I can laugh endlessly,
To whom I can cry when the times are tough,
Who always helps me with the problems of my life,
With whom I fight with, over petty reasons,
Who can bring a smile on my face, no matter what...
Never've you turned your back on me,
Or told me I wasn't good enough, or let me down
I don't think you know what that means to me..
You've gone through so much pain
Yet you still find time for me..
I love u for listening, even when you are hurting inside..
I look upto you, because inside yourself,
You are strong & caring & sensitive & beautiful,
Even though, at times you don't think you are..
You've given me your strength when I'm weak,
And I hope you'll let me be yours
I hope you know that I'll always be there for you..
Whether to laugh or cry or help you in all the ways I can..
Though in your words, I'm OBSESSED and PARANOID,
I wouldn't be the person I'm today without you, my dear..
Just don't shut me out of your mind,
My dear dearest BEST FRIEND...

P.S: The following lyrics of a new song has stuck
to my mind for quite some time now...
"रोते है हम भी अगर तेरे आंखों में आँसू आते है......"
The whole hearted smile suits you better my dear best friend...

Nights' Goodbyes.....

The blackness of the night offered no solution
To ease the warring factions within my mind...
What Ought I do? Yet to find
The strength and words to say, "Goodbye."

In the Twilight hour, I find hating myself
To be the one vested with the power to hurt
Madness, on the fringes of memory seem to lurk..
Resenting my happiness, only sorrow and anguish left.

Like shining teardrops, the stars twinkle at me;
I close my eyes, trying to embrace the darkness deep,
Your words rings in my mind, eluding sleep
Not meant to be; All the promises like glass...Broken.

The darkness deepens...Clouds blotting the stars;
I close my mind, submitting myself to the One above...
To those who brought me to this world, leave everythng, I vow
Daring not to think about how barren life was.

The silence widens the chasm between us
Its mysterious depths beyond both you and I,
Until the day when my soul will soar and fly....
Just a word before ending it all..S O R R Y .

Love Letter Technically....

To the one who makes my heart do flipflops,

The first time my visual detectors spotted you in their range , my sensors responded that you were someone of my same frequency.....someone whose highly electrophilic nature and my nucleophilic nature was sure to create sparks ; whether they were destructive or constructive I had no idea...... Initially I thought that we were destined to be parallel paths but now my transducer wants them to intersect. You are just like a 100 watt incandescent lamp bulb whose presence lightens up my entire day. Every time you come in my field of vision , my heart starts racing like a 6- stroke engine powered by extra premium petrol fuel. Sometimes the control rod of my mind feels that you are the torque which helps the centrifugal pump of my heart ,beat with double the horsepower. Do not think that my love for you is like a sine wave. I assure you that it is congruent to a tan wave.

Your eyes...... those dark brown orbs with whose laser like intensity you magnetise and demagnetize me repeatedly, I feel I am undergoing hysteresis loops. I know that you are a high flying Concorde and that you’ll take a long time to land. But I believe I can attain Mach 3 speeds along with you. I swear, you are the best heart surgeon in the world , even though you are studying engineering..... because you made a place in my entire heart without any drilling machine or scalpels..... without even shedding an ounce of the viscous fluid blood. The very thought of you ignites my mind and short circuits its wiring systems. Loving you is a risk which has the probability of being blown away by an electric shock when testing a circuitry without insulation. But that is a risk my logical systems has to take .... for the sake of my illogical systems’ satisfaction. My love for you is as pure as 24 carat gold.

As with any couple there will be many undulations in our universe also but I am confident that we will level them as we have very strong and deep pile foundation in our friendship and concrete bonding. There will be many resistances to our bonding but with you as my pair, I have the energy to transform them into conductances just like the inverse function.

The reactions going on in my head were reaching critical temperatures , so I decided my undying love for you had to be proclaimed rather than letting it consume me in its highly spontaneous and exothermic reactions. I have realized that you are the core around which the search coils of my circuits were wound and that your response will trip my life forever.

Being a resistor or a conductor to my move is all upto you , but that wouldn’t change my graph at all. Please integrate my love for you by applying limits from 0 to infinity. I am just like ex which remains unchanged whether differentiation or integration comes along.

Without you , I’m like a rectifier without diode . You are as essential to me as fuel to an engine ; as a king post truss to the castle of my 3-D imagery. Please don’t let my heart remain unresolved for as long as Permat ‘s theorem.

I LOVE YOU , my source of imagination, my inspiration ........... my dear dearest !!!!!!!


Till the fuel of my life ebbs away from me ,

Forever and ever yours