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

the sinner me

this is today.
long time...i didnt rite a blog on this page.
time hi nahi tha, my `batch` was a life in itself...and i was pretty much engrossed in it.
up today, things have to get back to place...things = me.
yes...somebody corrected me, every second, and then i ask? was i made the way i am, or i made myself into the way i am.
confusions..yet more...yet many, and i know its just 22 years tha i have walked over this earth, this beautiful...lovely earth.
no..i am not a sinner, but i sinned....not wid anyone else ...but with myself.
life is too dear to be cheap. did i? i didnt...then?
this page i know would not sense to me once i have penned it down...
aaj fir usko apni faltu baato se bore karunga....
pata nahi kitni der? time aaj tak kabhi dekha nahi...
am aashish....its for me to remember.....cheers...

my first day in kgp

(part 1 of 4)

My first day in kgp , kharagpur to the lesser mortals…..well the topic it self sucks…(if we take lives in black and white), but lets proceed coz I cd not get a topic more discrete than this.

So here is it all happened. Me and elder bro arrived at the kgp station…perplexed a bit by its never ending domains. As soon as we rallied ourselves out of the station we could see people, lotsa them. As blank..as happy..as nerds ..as the two of us.

IIT IIT, there were those ricks, autos, cars…

Driven by our long romance with rickshaws back home in gaya, we preferred a rick.five kms down the road and I knew I was in for a butcher, coz what I saw all through this 5 ksm was nothing but torn, broken , mudded skeleton pieces of a railway colony. Nothing like the fancied cities of my never seeking dreams. And then it arrived ` INDIAN INSTITUTE OF TECHNOLOGY`

I just love my lucks, finally am at the place where I always wanted to be I thought..including a lots of so whats:

o so what if I made a backdoor entry..anyhow got 3266

o so what if the palce sucks more than gaya does

o so what if I saw very few gals at the station back

o so what if I have to spend 5 long ripening yrs of my life there.

And that’s the volume 1. issue 1

thiteen lives

"raah mein ruk kar , paon se ..katein nikalne walo
yeh guma hai agar, toh junun kamyab kya hoga?"

these are lines which are imprinted over the leaf of my heart..deep and clear. i remember the day when i was there, attending the farewell function of standard 10th, when my principal sir uttered those life changing lines. something struck me, something struck me slowly yet..surely. and then was the time....

move 5 yrs down the line, new people, new place, new circumstances....
do u really regret anything in life mr. AASHISH AGRAWAL?


WELL... i must be a nerd if i say YES.
for iit has given me more than that, more than the iit tag which i love so very much, more than even the alien status for the non-iitians( which i really hate)

it has given me a chance to see, love, hate, fight and live with...thirteen lives.

the idea was actually presented long time back by sachin...( so copyright ka ullanghan hai thoda)
but no other title suited me more.

and this is just teh first page i have written for my long story that titles ` thirteen lives`


chalna hai humein saath, aur hum chalenge
ki ruk jana hamari , suraj ki fitrat hai.
ujalo mein woh honge aur, jo rahein dhoondha karte hai
humein to andhero mein ai dost, safar karne ki aadat hai.