PARTY...PARTY....COME AGAIN....

We drank…We drank….and we drank. We danced…..We danced….and we danced. We lived…..We lived…..and we lived.

That’s how I sum up our ‘Reverse Fresher’s ‘party. Life here at IIFT is always on the edge. Sleep’s a luxury and browsing through books is a loafer’s job. You end up your day thinking how you didn’t do anything, yet didn’t get time to sleep. Sleeplessness is just one facet. The other prominent ones are helplessness, desperation, frustration and an amazing attitude of eternal cribbing that everybody around has quintessentially acquired .The irony however is, we are loving it. Sleeplessness becomes a reason for an escape from the mundane lectures, Helplessness gets you a reason to share the pains of royally screwing up exams, somebody’s desperation becomes someone else’s gossip masala and cribbing gets you to make lots of friends, as you are most likely to share this trait with the maximum people around.

So now, I ask, how does it feel to get a break? A break that lets you lose control and lets you channelize the IIFT facets into an unrestrained sense of loosing yourself. The answer is, it feels like the Desert Rain. Something that you can’t explain, nevertheless would always welcome.
So that’s why the party was special. For me it was more so, owing to the reasons cited in the previous blog. So what did we do there? Hmmm….not so difficult to answer. Simply stated…we lived a life. I was enjoying being lost, dancing my soul out and making sure that I fixated my eyes on the object of my attention for the day and yeah I drank…..after a long hiatus….6 months to be precise….What was everyone else doing? How would a lost man know? But I think I can recollect something even out of my inebriated brain.

So I guess, the find of the party was my saintly, sober, sincere and serious roomie….the venerable Kedar Madhekar. And what a find he was. I was perplexed, surprised, bemused and what not. He drank, like there was no math test the next day and danced like he was auditioning for the next Telugu movie with ‘Jyothika’. Good job Buddy. You rocked. Hope to see you in similar flavors, the next time too.

The next in the line was the ‘Haryanwi Chora’. The angry young man….Praveen Chaudhary. Man! he came with a mission, and made sure that he lived to it. No testimonials required here. The pictures say it all. Others in the line were Harihar, with the liquor glass glued to his hands like they were made for each other….. Matta, making sure that he realized his ‘Grand Daddy’ image, going to everybody and asking if they got enough drinks ……Lohia, standing at the liquor corner, quietly sipping a peg or two, unawares that my prying eyes were scanning him…..Puneet, shifting from one dance group to the other, trying to live in several worlds together…..Teena, dancing with an energy that could fuel India’s energy needs for years…..Swati, defying her quintessentially academic image and striking it big on the floor…..Yukti, sometimes in, sometimes out, cursing me for mixing vodka in her drink, which I did not do….Geetika, effervescent as ever and chirpy like a canary……and yeah Neha, pretty as ever, a lil inebriated, dancing with her subtle moves and quintessentially drawing my attention.

These are some of the people I remember from the party. What a fun it was and what a time I had. For the first time I felt, I belonged to this place. For the first time it felt as if people don’t always mean business here but sometimes mean life too. I know it’s no big deal, but it didn’t feel that way. Am happy at the way things are going on in my life. Am happy at the way I am growing here. I am happy because I feel like being happy and that too is no big deal. I wish to see a similar day again….till then the motto is…..ROCK ON!!!!

WAKE ME UP WHEN SEPTEMBER BEGINS.....

I wish I could turn the tide of the time flowing, hold it in the safe havens of the folds of my palms and sneak a look at it whenever I wanted, but I know it’s just a wishful thinking. Time will fly and fly as if it doesn’t care. It’ll lend me that Hyena smile making me yearn for the beautiful days gone by and make me turn sides in my sleep missing those beautiful moments. How many times does it happen that we want to live a moment forever and live our lives as it was the only moment left? For me the first day of September was such a day. A day when I wished I were lost, I wished the time had stopped and wished whole my life was spent in searching my existence in her beautiful and dreamy eyes. A day when I wished to hold her hands, wished to gaze into her eyes for eternity, wished to hug her like there were no tomorrow and wished to take her to the stars, never to return again.

Hey! ‘Dreamy Eyes’ there’s some magical addiction about you. Though I feel sane and sober, yet I am addicted to you. I am addicted like a paranoid is addicted to his fears. I know I am addicted, but I can’t help. And I love this addiction. I love the feeling of being dependent on you. I love the way I feel like a child when I am with you and I love the way you have been firing my imagination and creativity. With my eyes closed, my heart silent, my dreams numb, my lips shivering, my mind calm and my words blank, I want to profess my love to you. I want to shout to the world that I am drunk in the madness of your love and I want to express my gratitude to you for trusting me, for holding my hands, for letting me wave your hairs and for that magical parting ‘Hug’, the feeling of which refuses to go away. Hey!! 1st September, I’ll never forget you.

Twisting the words of that lovely ‘GREENDAY’ song, my lines now become, “Wake me up when September begins”. Till then let me sleep, let me dream and let me realize that I am in love. And once again I have for you, like I always do some words that sprang out of the emotions you sowed into me. This one too for you, with “Arms wide open…..”

“Ab har aarzoo apni, tum se hi hai,
Aur hai har muskaan tum hi se;
Har subah ki roshni mein tum hi ho;
Aur hai har shaam tum hi se.

Har hawa ke jhaunke mein hai teri khusboo,
Aur har pehli baarish mein teri yaad;
Har gujarte pal mein dhoondhta hoon teri aahat,
Aur sunoon har mehfil mein teri baat.

Sochta hoon kabhi akele mein,
Kyon mile mujhe tum is tarah;
Phir yoon hi khayal sa aata hai kabhi,
Shayad hogi is aarzoo ki bhi kuch wazah.

Kyon chalta raha akele hi mein itne din,
Kyon har mod pe dhoondhi maine khamoshi;
Shayad tere aane ki tammana thi mujhe,
Ya phir thi ye tere intezaar ki madhoshi.

Ab jab tumhein dekhta hoon itne kareeb,
Kuch anjaani si jhijhak mehsoos hoti hai;
Dil toh bahut karta hai kuch kehne ko,
Par lafzoon ki kamin se mehsoos hoti hai.

Darta bhi hoon apni is aarzoo se,
Aur chahata bhi hoon ek zindagi tere saath;
Ehsaas hai mujhe ki kho bhi sakti hai yeh aarzoo,
Aur choot bhi sakta hai is bheed mein tera haath.

Agar kal tum chale jaaoge kisi or,
Yeh zindagi bikhar si jaayegi;
Sapne toh phir bhi hoon shayad mere paas,
Par un sapnoon ki aarzoo chali jaayegi…..
Un sapnoon ki aarzoo chali jaayegi…..