It’s been a while, I try to convince myself, but the mind is still reeling from the blow. The blow i was waiting for since i started this weblog, i.e. to write my last entry while in IIT, and with all academic commitments fulfilled. Finally I graduated. These elusive five years comprised of all already discovered human emotions, memories and several interesting incidents. The incidents i might use sometime to crack a burst of laughter among my friends, family or as a bedtime story to my nephews..

Before coming here everything I’d heard of IIT in those days of ignorant bliss seemed to be like a fairy tale – a conspiracy to mislead. Although, nostalgia isn’t what it used to be but leaving this place, the life as a student is like peeing on yourself, everyone see’s it but only you can get the warm feeling that it brings..

Missing moments here in IIT might gets easier as days pass in the hustle bustle of real Mumbai that i m going to face shortwhile. Or, it might gets tougher and tougher, time will tell..all i know is that i won’t be complete idiot…some part of me will always be here in insti..

Post College, the real big hurdle of life begun…chasing money! Fortunately, my job joining date is in later part of august so got time and motivation to plan something new, something big. Plan again for chasing money and thus happiness…ahh money though can’t buy happiness but it for sure make misery easier to live with. I intend to live forever with this dilemma, so far so good.

Had so much of happy times, but overall, I am just happy to be on the way out..


Bright Colors, Spicy Bhajiyas, Punjabi Dhol and Thandai with bhang (which unfortunately i was tricked into!), so my last Holi in IIT was started in style. Among all the festivals and holidays this is the one which has some invasive qualities i have always been aroused of! This is the only festival…ohh yea apart from THE Valentines Day that we all GUYS celebrate together and with utmost passion. Celebration this year was though no different than the earlier versions but the feeling that this is matter where i go what i do, i won’t be playing in this manner ever again, really add on to the excitement. People roaming around in torn clothes, rags and undies. Doors were banged hard, some were forced open and the people were dragged outside and stripped half naked and then hysterical mass of color all around.

When I was a child I used to make water balloons to throw them at the people passing by from our ceiling; balloons with some messages written over it. I attached notes and message – detailing every wish, and fantasy that i had at that age, with the notion that if the balloon hits someone then God definitely would grant me that wish.

water-balloon4 Everything was fun but more to it..there was Hope, some tiny little infinitesimal hope that my balloon would not gonna go waste. Many balloons got hit and many got wasted; something stopping me to recollect what all wishes i wrote on those balloons but i guess that this something is again nothing but Hope.
So I hope that all those balloons which got hit on target would have something i really wanted then.

I’ll gonna miss the insti holi hope that holi brings colors in my life and makes it beautiful and great..

PS: A Very Happy Holi to all of you!!