e-47 .. my home.. my paradise

All that I remember at E-47..

The first time we walked all the way to VKRV, then the second and so on till it became a second home. Maharaj, and all his RSS talks. The walk down the ridge jab Sajal ki fati thi, discovering various cheap n best eating joints for Food: Parathas at patel chest, chawla chicken, zee chicken, flames, friends, noodles, omlettes, d-skool, jp tea, stephens omlettes, tom uncle, chacha, bille, vaishno, juice wala, CCD, KARIM’s, KFC, McD, domino’s ka arrangement. Police: first time, then second time and then with the pistol, then with the baton. Yogi ki bottle, khanna got nailed,. Dua ne bulai….Football.. my room, rikky’s room….First panga with aunty, then another , then with kesar, then another.. 300 rupees…. Morning jogs.. gyms…. TATA ACE.. aur ace to kuch bhi nahi hai.. hamare paas to MONSTER TRUCK hai… scooter.. bike… no petrol….. Ghanta SWIFT.. netaji subhas place…. Brothers…… unki swift….. wifi.. MBA… MURTHAL.. with manyu… n HAUNTED church which anyways wasn’t a church .. n it wasn’t haunted….Accident.. yogi ka accident.. kuldeep ka accident..…..First drink.. then another.. some suttas.. n cigars.. kuldeep’s bday.. wine… mohit’s and ricky’s…. ginger.. utkarsh charcoal… bihari… mohit.. ricky.. the DUA”s… ACE.. six…. Vaibhav….shikhar’s Honda…. Ankur’s Skoda… al –bake shawarma’s.. noida expressway….random bike rides… raat bhar patte….subah exam me fatte…. All night studies.. bablu ki chai.. kuldeep ka dance.. soni de nakhre.. girls pg.. dancing beauty….not so beautiful…shikhar’s bday.. harpic… india gate.. cp..kuldeep SATTA.. ricky ka KATTA.. khanna ka make-up.. ricky ka break up….vaibhav ki movies.. HAIN???,,, mohit_10 ‘o clok..Kuldeep ki lena… fir usko hi dena…ankur ka ghar.. sansar.. aur shayad pyar.. ricky’s boss… went into loss… tapish ke KATTE.. sath me khukri..vaibhav ki tharak.. ankur BAL VIKAS alumni.. kotari ki chokri.. bhaiyo ke lotion.. ankur ka poshan…khanna ko loose motion….vending machines..RAJA GARDEN, kake da dhaba…KHAN MARKET: KATTA>> Friday….khanna ki duty.. tapish ki duty… kuldeep ki duty.. shikhar ki tooti.. ricky ki kismet footi…uttapama.. fergusson.. WHITE SHOES>>>YELLOW SHOES..ankur choose..maiyo ve… chori.. fir seenazori.. darwazo par joote.. vaibhav ke chashme foote.. naya AC ana.. fir b na chalana..my terrace,… “HINDU”.. table tennis.. smarty UTKARSH.. tips to pataofy a girl.. fir b sab single.. ta na na na na ri.. pizza hamesha free.. 4th floor… DUA ke karele aur 2 ton ka AC…..shooting an elephant….. movies.. vodka, wine, whisky, rum, all in moksha’s drawer.. MALAI MAKHAN from Kanpur.. kuldeep ke ghar ke laddo.. chadha junction….Tapish’ crushes.. which ultimately all crash……..nainital on bike.. HARIDWAR,…… THE HEARTTHROB”S>>>(n***, V****, S*****, S*****, P*******, R****, S*****, K*****, K*****, J***, R*****, J****, S****, C*******,t******) finally KATTA…………..RIDGE PAR Puncture.. white Verna.. moksha flying…. VKRV.. raat me patte.. doosra puncture……faad raat.. sabki fati…tujhme rab dikhta hai… beete lamhein..kaise mujhe…Fests: KK Nite.. IIPM FEST….. Euphoria.. chatarpur road.. off to badarpur…saket me raat.. mechanic ke saath..”aye haye aye haye haye..Dishkyaon..” faltoo ke pange…. Pyar ke side effects….infact after effects…. Bunglow road.. “**** ” ayi hai ayi hai.. bade dino ke baad…..” kuldeep ki net practice.. ricky guide….jhula…roof.. pitampura ka view…

The year that went by gave me so much as it did to all the people involved… will never forget this year.. thanku every1 for making my year so special.. E47ers rock….

The feeling sinks in….

I remember the day I was carefully planted by a bunch of kids in a garden off the coast. The kids were happy and repeatedly marveled at my luck that my seeds came from another part of the country and I had got the park with the best gardener. I marveled at the huge trees surrounding me that were now being taken out to play their part in life’s scheme of things. I had decided, I had to imbibe everything that the park provided me  and walk out as the huge towering tree that everyone would look up to and that would be a guiding light for seeds that were yet unborn.

There were seeds of various varieties, some matched, and some didn’t.  However, this did not stop all of us from playing around in the garden. Slowly we all got to know each other and our different backgrounds helped us learn fast.  The gardener came everyday and watered us, so that we could grow up into what he dreamt for us. He made us realize what we were worth and how important each tree was to the society.

I still remember the day I bore my first leaf. Some others had started getting their spurs also, while the others were still strengthening the roots. It felt great and a sense of achievement ran through my entire body. And then the trees started outgrowing their peers. There were some who could work their way up the value chain easier than others.  They gained, others lost out. The gardener was at times troubled by the scenario but he had seen all others do the same. The rewards were more impressive than peace but somehow all trees loved this chaos. Getting prepared for life as some called it, it was fun braving the gales and tornadoes of life right in our backyard. Some of us found shelters during this time, shelters that we could bank upon if a calamity strikes. With every tornado that struck, we huddled into our comfort zone; it was as if we can stand tall in front of any calamity as far as we are together. We even found the trees with whom there was no connection and those with whom we could sway in the winds for hours on end.

One fine day, the gardener decided that the trees would have to move on. We were asked to start for our journey ahead. Various states and cities took trees as they required. Some were to beautify the parks, some to hold the rivers and still others to fructify and be of service to humanity. It was then that we realized that the tornadoes were yet to come, the gales yet to be faced, and the comfort zones would be missing. I for my part, would miss the casuarinas tree that always stood by me, the eucalyptus that always heard me when silent tears were flowing down my eyes, the mango tree that gave me all its fruits happily, and the tall deodars whom I’ll always look up to and will always aspire to be strong and tall like them. Tall not in height, but in spirit, that never say die spirit that I came across and that always inspired me to go the extra mile. I now go to another beautiful garden where some new trees and new challenges await me. But I will miss this ground of mine, which honed me, where I grew from a seed to a tree, a fine grown tree. I look upto my peers, all fine grown men, ready to take on their responsibilities and ready to face all tornadoes alone. I am thankful to the gardener for his patience to see us evolve over a period of years, I thank god for lending his unending support in the entire endeavour.

And as I write this, the feeling sinks in, I am moving out into a new world, away from my cocoon, from my known surroundings, and I’ll cherish them all my life. 

Pursuit of HappYness

It hurts; it hurts to see someone so close wander away just like the leaves fly off in the fall season. As if it bore no connection with the tree that was once indispensable to it or to its existence. It hurts when the leaves take shelter in the flowing river that promises them a movement that was once denied to them. Maybe its human nature to strive for independence, to venture out and see the unseen, explore the unexplored, to love the heart’s love. However, it fails me that the roots the tree is embedded in fail to provide the leaf with enough incentive to stick on. What happened to the age old values of sticking to your roots and staying put to have that shelter with you throughout. The leaf knows that the river will move on and take shelter in the sea. Maybe, the leaf would be tossed over a bridge or a stone to lie on an unseen passage and die a silent death. Still, is the feeling of adventure and the unseen so strong that the leaf risks its life for it.

Its not just today that I’ve lost something. As in with me it has been a constant affair, to lose things from an arm's distance. However, today seems special. I’m hurt, and this pain pinches me. It reflects on a shortcoming within me that fails to notice situations as they are. Maybe I start building castles of sand on a ground of sand. There is a hailstorm that hits and before I notice if there is a damage to my castle, I realize that the ground on which I built that beautiful castle is no longer there. I stand on the edge of the cliff braving the chill when I realize that I stand alone. There’s nothing that I can bank my feelings on. There’s no one whom I can trust, maybe I just can’t feel someone near.

I feel like crying, but my tears have dried. Maybe the wind dries them or maybe the feeling of crying has died a silent death. Maybe the heart knows that there is no point wasting something so precious on something so trivial. Or maybe I’m strong. I don’t know. Or maybe I don’t wish to know what I am from inside and what exactly do I want from life. Maybe I’m just wandering, experimenting with things to strike on their own. Anyways, its still a “Maybe”. And I move on, in search of a new happiness in a distant shore, relying more on the river than the roots quite like the leaf. I don’t know if I’m moving away from the roots but yes I know I am game for some new adventure which, if nothing else, promises me a break from the sad monotony of life. Maybe that’s the pursuit of happiness. And yes, I’m game for it….