I have been trying real hard to avoid writing about love in my blogs but FINALLY I feel the compulsion to touch the topic. What is one thing about being in love that stands above everything else? That’s the question I have been giving a lot of thought to and after having talked a lot of people, none of whom by the way gave me the answer I was looking for, I have dug deep into my conscience and come up with an answer that seems most appropriate to me. Please tell me if you agree with it or not.
A lot of people I talked to said that the best thing about love is that it makes you happy; it makes you look at the bright side of everything wrong that has been happening to you. Also, there were some who said that the best thing love was that it keeps you busy. But none seem appropriate.
Having been in and around love I too want to have a say on it and in my opinion, the best thing about being in love is that ‘IT MAKES YOU WANNA BE BETTER’. It makes you want to constantly improve and be better than you already are.
I hope you agree with me on that.
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
NAAAMMMEE NAHI SUNE SAAR
Often out of affection, the workers at my college mess ask me “SAAR, aap ka ghar kahan padta hai SAAR” (where is your home sir) and I reply to it saying “Himachal main” in the most obvious manner. The reaction I always get is “naaammee nahi sune hain SAAR” (never even heard the name of it sir). Well of course they are people who are illiterate and have never traveled beyond 50KM diameter of their villages, so quite frankly everyone who comes here is an alien for them with their varying ethnicity, but with me it’s like rest of the students are just creatures of a different planet, I belong to a completely different galaxy.
Most of them are humble enough to acknowledge their ignorance and ask me “yeh kahan padta hai SAAR” but a lot of them try to figure the location of my state as relative the farthest they have heard of like Delhi, Rajasthan etc. I normally end the discussion by saying “yeh pahadon main padta hai” (my home’s in the mountains).
Well I don’t know if they have ever been to the mountains either but one thing for sure, in some weird way, it makes me someone special for them and I get excellent service in the mess all the time.
Most of them are humble enough to acknowledge their ignorance and ask me “yeh kahan padta hai SAAR” but a lot of them try to figure the location of my state as relative the farthest they have heard of like Delhi, Rajasthan etc. I normally end the discussion by saying “yeh pahadon main padta hai” (my home’s in the mountains).
Well I don’t know if they have ever been to the mountains either but one thing for sure, in some weird way, it makes me someone special for them and I get excellent service in the mess all the time.
Saturday, November 1, 2008
ghost story
It was the first year of my graduation here at ISMU. We were provided accommodation in the OPAL hostel. It was there that I had the most terrifying, spine chilling experience of my life-an encounter with a ghost.
It was January. The winter was at its decline but still the nights were chilly enough to keep all kinds of insects and creatures from crooning in the silence. It was one such particularly quiet night.
At around 1 in the night I felt the urgency to pee so I walked out of my room towards the common toilet of out wing. There were two urinals in the toilet of our wing of which on e had been smashed by one of my batch mates (of course he was drunk when he did it!!!) so; often we had to wait in lines to relieve ourselves of the burden. Now the urinal side of our toilets didn’t have any light and only two of the four bulbs on the bathroom side used to work that gave the urinals enough light to identify objects but not enough to distinguish between them.
I was looking down and humming a song on my way to the bathroom. As I approached the entrance to the bathroom I felt like someone was walking in front of me at some distance. I didn’t look up; well anyway can feel like peeing at 1 in a hostel. So, I followed him to the only urinal of our wing and stood behind him waiting for my turn. After a few seconds passed I looked up and there was no one there. My heart started picking up pace but still managing sanity I didn’t leave the place as I thought maybe light was creating some shadows or it was just an hallucination; plus I really had to pee. So, I stepped forward to relieve myself when I felt that the same shadow was standing right behind me at the same distance as it was in front of me and looking directly at me.
Chill ran down my spine and I froze for a moment before running my ass off towards my room. And as I was doing so I felt that the shadow chased me to the entrance of the bathroom keeping the same distance to me as it had while walking in front of me and while standing behind me. On reaching my room I was all sweaty.
It took me sometime to get over this experience and talk about it to my friends and to my astonishment two more of my friends confirmed having similar experiences on or around that urinal.
I recently found out that an electrician had died on the spot in that very toilet on receiving an electric shock while doing some repair work.
Remembering the incident still gives me goose bumps. I sincerely pray to god that whoever wanders there may find peace.
P.S: - IT’S ALL TRUE.
It was January. The winter was at its decline but still the nights were chilly enough to keep all kinds of insects and creatures from crooning in the silence. It was one such particularly quiet night.
At around 1 in the night I felt the urgency to pee so I walked out of my room towards the common toilet of out wing. There were two urinals in the toilet of our wing of which on e had been smashed by one of my batch mates (of course he was drunk when he did it!!!) so; often we had to wait in lines to relieve ourselves of the burden. Now the urinal side of our toilets didn’t have any light and only two of the four bulbs on the bathroom side used to work that gave the urinals enough light to identify objects but not enough to distinguish between them.
I was looking down and humming a song on my way to the bathroom. As I approached the entrance to the bathroom I felt like someone was walking in front of me at some distance. I didn’t look up; well anyway can feel like peeing at 1 in a hostel. So, I followed him to the only urinal of our wing and stood behind him waiting for my turn. After a few seconds passed I looked up and there was no one there. My heart started picking up pace but still managing sanity I didn’t leave the place as I thought maybe light was creating some shadows or it was just an hallucination; plus I really had to pee. So, I stepped forward to relieve myself when I felt that the same shadow was standing right behind me at the same distance as it was in front of me and looking directly at me.
Chill ran down my spine and I froze for a moment before running my ass off towards my room. And as I was doing so I felt that the shadow chased me to the entrance of the bathroom keeping the same distance to me as it had while walking in front of me and while standing behind me. On reaching my room I was all sweaty.
It took me sometime to get over this experience and talk about it to my friends and to my astonishment two more of my friends confirmed having similar experiences on or around that urinal.
I recently found out that an electrician had died on the spot in that very toilet on receiving an electric shock while doing some repair work.
Remembering the incident still gives me goose bumps. I sincerely pray to god that whoever wanders there may find peace.
P.S: - IT’S ALL TRUE.
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