C- 106

c-106

This is the title of this post. and this is much more than thatm for c-106 is something that i have been living in for last alost 4 years. today, while reading sachin`s blog bout his room, i sudenly realised how i have been ignoring this secret friend of mine.

i moved in c-106 by luck, or badluck as it may sound, was destined to land in c-107, which devoid a fan , forced me to abode its neighbour. it was my second year, and today am in my forth year. i have not changed the room, and the room has not changed me either. there is this certain understading between me and my room, it knows all my secrets, has been my sole companion with my days of finding myself, in some context.

there is one very special relationship that i share with this place, and this is something wwhich is not for just me and the room, but for me , my room and her.for our story started from here, this is teh place which she holds for all her luck and fortune( which i fail to accept) this is one room she wants to get booked...mad that she is, she does not know the system, and how wd she?

but to be honest, i have been ignoring my room for some time now, there were timees wen i used to decorate the walls with the futile ilu greetings that i got in my futile love stories, the pics of lasses, the black and maroon chartpaper collages ( stolen from the departmet) . i do not do any of these stuffs now, once in a while i pick a broom and fight at giving it a clean shave :P and that always amounts to sending the dirt and mess inside the clean exteriors.

abhi my room is in a good shape, whihc clean floor , no cobwebs, functionaing fan and tubelight, just about working pc ...a chair which gets ppl on there asses if tilted a bit, and above all....me.i love it.

she

lissome she stands,
as she always have been.
beautiful,lovely,serene.
rises on the senses .
i want to clasp her magic.
i want to hold her charm,
cant be, am told.
for she is all that and more,
for she is love and much more,
much more than i could know,
much more than i would know,
and she smiles, as she always did,
to take all the pain away,
to bring everything back,
if any lost ..to me.

one year

life turns a page,
a year passes us.
holding hands, deeping eyes,
we wish and we love.
you smile, and so does life.
you whisper,music in my ears.
the time stills,and watches us.
we stop and we see.
the beauty that has been,
the purity which is within.
each day shall pass wid its speed,
and so shall others too.
one year is just a second,
life is too short to love you.

good people , bad people

..... its not about anyone in particular...just a thought on to what according to me is good....or bad.


its been years. i used to be a kid.
and someone...from my family , from the neighbourhood would always try to tell me...what is good and what is bad.

the kid in me, always wondered, for he did not suppose withe everything that was told to him.there was this particular rebellion inside me to accept things as they are told.

time grew and i matured into a rather kahdus individual...one of those who belive life is to be dictated by your own terms and to hell with the systems lamented n us.

many encounters that i had with people led me to belive that its not about good or bad, its about how you percieve it. its not as absolute as it is made to.

for , i drink...or smoke...can be bad, utterly...for some.
for another it can be perfectly alright.
for others still, it may be of no care at all.

so where to draw the line...if at all to.

in my 22 years...have really saw good people, people who are simple, true and who do not conspire. people who make u genuinely happy, genuinely taken care of, it may not be to their least interests but they will comfort you.

thats what according to me is being good, thats what is goodness, that is why i will always seek your company, always look up to you. to me, why should your bein indulged in any of those so called bad habits, or in a wider perspective,,,,bad things matter at all.


the ones who are good cant hide it and the ones who are bad cant do any good to themselves