School Time!

I am sure you all have some very fond memories of your respective schools and the time that you spent with your school friends. Though, it is not very often when you get a chance to meet your friends from that era, yet whenever a get together of sorts happens, it is extremely enjoyable and it is one of the things that you really look forward to.

And yesterday was one such occassion when I met a very dear friend of mine. Somehow, with school comes back the old memories and we decided to revisit some of the same.

Residency, which is quite famous in Lucknow for the role that it played during the revolt of 1857, is known to us for entirely different reasons. It, in some way, became our bunk place, whenever we could manage to sneek out of the school premises.

To tell you a little more about the place, it has become really famous for a couple hideout. With not many places for love birds to visit in the city, this historical place seemed to have given them the hope of their life.

Couples can be found sitting underneath the trees and amongst the reminiscents of the war times. A real get away for some, the place is proving out to be a blessing in disguise for the love birds to come together and spend some quality time in a secure environment such as this.

We decided to revisit the days when few amongst us were brave enough to bunk the school and could manage to reach the destination of our times.

Nothing seemed to have changed and the magnificent structures seemed to remind us of the immortality of the same. Numerous couples could be seen inside the premises holding hands and walking together or sitting and talking underneath the beautiful trees and in the

On entering, my friend decided to find out whether the chimney, that we used to climb, is still there and in a similar condition or not. Every structure seemed familiar and a couple of places which were in all senses of the word, our adda, were still there and seemed to be welcoming us both with open arms.

After a long chat and a tour of the historical place, we decided to treat our stomachs with the delicacies of Lucknow, which are quite famous for some reason or the other all over India.

And one such destination that seems to be a must go whenever you are in Lucknow, is Tunde Kebabs. Deliciously prepared kebabs coupled with some paranthas along with Biriyani is what you long for whenever you are here.

It was indeed a treat to all senses that we can possibly think of ranging from the sight of the food to its smell. While we were munching uponthe same, we were joined by a couple of my college friends, who had no hesitation what so ever to help us in our efforts to finish the delicious cuisine.

Thereafter, it was but natural for us, to take a stroll in the all so famous streets of Hazratganj and the Parivartan Chowk, where we couldn’t but help eat the famous gajar ka halwa and rabri from one of the most famous shops in Lucknow by the name of Chanakya.

Sitting outside the same, we could see the traffic pass by, which reminded me of how many more cars have been added to the city’s kitty since the time when we all were kids and used to avail the service of public transport in the city.

Somehow, one of the favourite topics that seem to have become so common amongst all my friends and which becomes an instant hit whenever someone mentions about the same is life.

And there we were expressing our specialist views on the same. After a round of the all so important discussion, we decided to head back to our respective safe havens.

As I was driving back home after dropping my friend, the sweet memories seemed to resonate in my mind, reminiscing about the all so wonderful stress free days of our life, which one can only relive through his/her child’s eyes now.

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Bhaiji Ki Shaadi!

Day before yesterday, around 5 in the evening, there was this one phone call which was all set to change the nature of my weekend which was about to follow.

“Whats up, kush?”—-Prem“Nm yaar, just time pass. “—Me                                                  Ok! then you should come over to Bhaiji’s wedding scheduled to take place tomorrow.”—Prem                                                                                                                    “Cool! Not a bad idea yaar! Let me convince Maa, who has been, of late, quite upset with my ad hoc expeditions 😉  and you are suggesting me to do the same now. So, let me try and see if its possible.”—Me

2 hours down the line, there I was, treading the path towards IIT Kanpur, where the marriage was supposed to take place. It brought back the memories of times when I was about to join the B.Tech programme in the same.

With some good music again to break the silence and a wonderful road lying ahead, I was all too excited to be going to the place of my life which had been so instrumental in making me what I am today.

It took me around 2 hours to reach the campus, where the party was all set to begin with my badminton gang preparing for the same. They had plans and I was eagerly waiting to become a part of the same.gang_cvr


Where there are plans there is daaru, though our ex-baddy coach would have got really very upset at the idea, yet he wouldn’t have mind, at least now. For those who aren’t aware of what goes on in our campus, let me tell you that the favourite pass time of the maximum junta in college is to have a bottle in hand and talk about all the topics in the World which you won’t otherwise and the kind of lingo that goes along, is in true senses, like the icing on a cake.

With some good food from one of my favourite canteens in the IIT campus and some great booze, we all greatfully availed this opportunity of revisiting our college days with open arms.

The room party lasted till around 4 in the morning, after which few amongst the lot decided to take a short nap, where as others including me decided to take a biking tour to Bithur, a place, around 14 kms from the IIT campus and for some hold great religious significance.

It was indeed a beautiful morning to have witnessed the rising sun right in front of our eyes, sitting alongside the banks of the all so famous river Ganga. After having another round of bulla on what not, we thought of tasting the delicacies which our state is famous for all over the World.

Delicious and hot jalebis coupled with garam samosas were what was served in the morning platter and we sat there amidst the woods, munching upon one of my favourite food items in sweets.

After spending a couple of hours in the arms of mother Nature, we headed back to our rooms in the campus. Somehow, if you are on a nite out, you tend to feel tired, but here we were, feeling as fresh as ever. May be, the joy of returning to a place was so overwhelming that we couldn’t help but coming under the influence of the same.

Normally, after returning from a so called hectic tour, one would want to rest and relax in one’s room, but Prem had plans for us. How could he have afforded the ex-baddy team members to have not played a couple of games in the all so wonderfully built new sports complex in the campus, and there we were, taking a shot, literally, once again at the game which we all loved, for sure.

Tired like hell, we decided to throw ourselves on the beds after a 2-hour long sports session. Little did we realize that 3 hours had already passed by, and it was already 5 in the evening, when we got up.

Till this time, we hadn’t even thought about the reason as to why we were there. We were all very delighted to be back amongst the group of our life. To break this wonderful thought was, who else, but Prem once again, who reminded us all of bhaiji’s marriage which was scheduled to take place in a couple of hours from then.

Those who are very found of looking super cool in all these social functions decided to get ready for the same, and for persons like Prem and myself, the campus was calling us once again and was all set to demonstrate the ever-increasing exuberence that it has always tried to maintain since its inception in the 1960s.Masti Official Logo red

We happened to visit all our favourite spots in the campus and managed to meet a couple of juniors all too excited and preparing for the upcoming Inter-IIT Sports meet, scheduled to take place in a couple of days from now, in IIT Roorkee.

Around 7’o clock in the evening, our campus tour was interrupted by a call from those who had by then done all the make-up etc. and were all set to charm the ladies in the baraat.

And we were given the ultimatum of around half an hour to get ready, which was, trust me, more than what we would ever required in our life times.

The baraat was a typical Indian wedding style kinds with a couple of people dancing in front of the car of the dulha and expressing their happiness over their relative all set to get an opportunity to taste the shaadi ka ladoo.

The event for the two amongst the lot lasted till around 2’o clock, when we both decided to take a leave from the campus and from our friend who was about to join the pundit in conducting the series of rasamein without which an Indian wedding remains so incomplete.

With one of the guys all set to catch his flight at 7 in the morning from the Lucknow airport, and me wanting to come back to Lucknow because of some of the things that I needed to take care of, we both decided to head back together to Lucknow at 4’o clock in the morning, from Kanpur.

After dropping my friend at the airport, I had none, but myself to reminisce upon the wonderful time that I had just spent with my gang.

With these wonderful memories, I wrung the bell of my house and my mother opened the door, who was all too happy to see me standing outside. I decided to settle down in the cosy comforts of my room.

As I closed my eyes, I wondered as to whether I will ever get such an opportunity to spend such wonderful time again in my lifetime with my gang.

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Anna Calling!

I couldn’t help but write something on what I just saw. No! it isn’t reading about the fastest man on Earth, Usain Bolt; it isn’t even about Yuvi’s selection in the T-20 squad, it’s about a photograph that has been posted on Fb by one of my very dear friends from school, Anna.

It seems, he has taken a leap back into those lanes of memory where we would all always want to return to, and that is our childhood days. With a carefree attitude and nothing to bother our minds, we used to fly as if there was no tomorrow.

Nothing seemed to perturb us more than not being able to play during the sole PT period in our school. With the few amongst us, who indeed wore a watch in those days, all eyes used to be hooked at when the bell would ring and when we would rush out of our classes to fulfill the very reason of coming to the school on the very day.

Sometimes, when we think about our golden days, we all tend to become very nostalgic. At the end what stares us in our faces is the blunt reality of today’s competitive World which, in a way, forces us all to become a part of the rat race.

How often, we tend to move on with our lives, without really caring to give a thought about those whom we are leaving behind. We all tend to evolve as a person and as a professional.

But there are few amongst us who tend to hold on to our origins, and they are the ones who play that critical role in establishing that link which was lost because of the others who hadn’t cared about maintaining the same.

And one such person is Anna. A gem of a person from heart and a friend whom you can always look upto, he indeed represents the very essence that my school St. Francis’ College stands for.

On second thoughts, I haven’t spoken to him for a long time now. But who’s stopping me to? Fb, here I come :).

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It’s not often that you get a chance to relive your past. Yesterday night was one such rare occasion when I got a chance to meet my all season friend after a long time.

He had just got engaged and we had no other choice but to celebrate his bachelor’s party our way 😉 . To give our salutation to the very celebration, my two other buddies and me decided to start our journey to the place where we were supposed to catch hold of our long time lost in transition friend who is fondly referred to as shikari (sometimes I wonder why the hell was he given the name, might be because of his excellent shikari like communication skills 🙂 ).

On reaching the place, shikari was wilfully kidnapped by us and was taken to a nearby dhaba. The long gone college days flashed in front of my eyes. Ranging from discussions about marital life (which, by the way, was the focal point of our discussion for obvious reasons) to why Saty (one of the two buddies) would not want to get away from the mental trauma that he went through when he was a kid on hearing All Indians are my brothers and Sisters, it was in all senses of the word a hilarious outing.

It was not before 3 a.m. in the morning, that we realized that time had flown by while we had taken a dive into the waters of the nostalgic river. It was time to bid adieu to our dear friend and head back to where it all started.

How often the laughter and fun is followed by an ever prevailing silence which was only broken by the wonderful songs being played on the FM radio.

And while driving, I took a bow to the very nature of life which leaves us with nothing but the sweet memories that we will always cherish throughout our lives.

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