Third year was by far the most memorable one, because I think for the first time the whole class of ours was located together in the same wing of the same hostel.
100 girls in the same wing of a hostel which could hold nearly two hundred something girls
Well I don’t think that there is any need to say that we made life hell for the hostel in charge
They were a couple of old ladies – Sudha jiji and Bharti jiji as we used to call them
The hostel was the oldest in the whole of banasthali and had a distinct character of its own
The roofs used to leak during rains , the bathroom doors couldn’t be latched properly. Since it was so old it had all kinds of ghost stories circulating it and of course the old jijis who were part and parcel of this whole building added to the overall effect of us living in some old age era
The rules were stricter the food better and life of course more fun
We had prayer meetings every night , and all of us biotech girls used to go and sit right at the back and make fun. The best things we used to do was tie the chunnis of the girls sitting in front of us .prayer hall was also attendance hall so we had to give attendance sharp at 9
It was in the prayer hall where we were subjected to thoughts as to that we were all ruined for life and also that what will we ever teach our children as we were so badly brought up
This did not endear us to the old ladies of course and I think someone took revenge on our part from them when one of our hostel inmates(for the life of me I cannot guess) threw a lighted firecracker into their room when they were asleep. They were scared to death and promptly started a rumour that these girls were trying to kill them.
Inspite all this the third year was the best
I remember going to Jaipur many times for giving exams (mba entrance)
The chemistry labs were even more fun , as being seniors we had more time to spend at that place
I remember going to the top of gyan mandir which housed the labs . The terrace was a beautiful place to be, you could look all around at the expanse of land which mostly was a virgin.
We cooked at the batti where I learned lots of things about cooking
I think till date the most memorable holi was what I spent in banasthali third year
We played with all the colors right in the night and in the morning when no color was to be found we all went out side and played with mud and sand
Catching girls one by one and then pushing them into the mud pit
It was violent dirty and very much fun .Till date the best one I ever had
How can I forget Usha’s antics in scaring us
She was one don of our hostel. We were properly scared as she used to come just when some of us were taking bath and one thud of her fist on the door and it used to fly open.
Just to save our dignity many of us used to take bath at 4 o clock in the morning when she was sleeping
I remember when exam times used to come I and Garima used to sit in terrace to read but always ended gossiping a lot.
The second thing which we all will always remember the strike we had during our last year to ask for holidays .
We all decided at night and then the next morning all of us didn’t go for breakfast and sent the messages that we won’t be having lunch too
This made the chairman and his son to come to our hostel where ensued a big discussion which led to negotiation and finally a decision on our side
Another thing was water shortage
By the end of the term the water which used to come out of the taps was getting yellow in color
We had to resort to drinking only bisleri water buying it out of shops
We had no choice but to use that yellow water to bath but washing hair was out of question
So once 4 of us roomies took towel and our shampoos and then washed our heads in the hand pump outside
Then one day we had food poisoning chapter in the hostel
Then at last but not the least the going away time, as much as we all loved holidays it was the last time we all were together and that thought brought tears to everyone’s eye.
And now we have tears because try as we may we can never bring back those days
Those golden days when happiness meant having rajma chawal on Thursday and sadness meant not talking to your room mates
Where fighting meant that we were fighting about who should go to take a bath first and when entertainment meant watching movie with friends under the open sky
How can I forget that we were so mad about movies that we stood in rains to watch a movie end
How can I or anyone forget those late night talks
All the philosophy and everything which was discussed under the pretence of playing games.
Life can never be the same again for all of us because we were a part of banasthali
We have slept under the open sky looking at the stars and the milky way
We have felt and established bansthali in our lives and our hearts .
The friends we have made their have life long bond because three years were something which we won’t change for all the gold or diamonds in this world .
Life can never be the same again
A life time of memories which I can never put down in words….
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Banasthali 2ND year
My second year is marked by my friend ship with a Girl named USHA who I now more fondly call don
Let me start the beginning of this friendship where it actually began , it began at sindhi camp the main bus station of Jaipur , I was waiting in a bus which was to leave for banathali when suddenly I looked out and saw Usha , she was famous in first year because she belonged to a group of people who got up at 12 noon and rushed to our side of building to freshen up. I had hardly talked to her ever in my first year and yet when I looked out and saw her standing I couldn’t help but smile which was reciprocated.
Our smiles became legends because we became roommates in short span of time. We were roommates for next 2 years and now friends for ever
She was one person who taught me a lot, when I now look back to my second year all I can remember is that I was enjoying my time being her roommate
She is a magnet of some kind people came to talk to her . I came to know so many people through her. This does not mean that we didn’t fight, although I have never fought with her but still we were chums , and still are.
I must not forget some incidents which happened in this years, I read harry potter’s new book in one night and was termed a geek and hari putter was renowned all over the hostel, we played kho-kho on my birthday which caused my room mate and friend Ayushi to break her leg and miss lot of her term.
I Usha and few others ganged up on people on valentine’s days who were trying to talk in peace with their bfs
I first learned the concept of night outs when we five as roommates spent hours in the night talking , we started living dangerously, taking pangas in which Usha was the leader.
Lot of thievery occurred in the hostel with lot of consequences.
I learned new words thanks to my Guru Usha
I remember after every exam we used to rush out to lucky’s canteen and eat our heart out
We all used to hog the breakfast
And yes cooking in the night, fried rice pohas and what not
This year also taught me not to trust anyone completely , who knows when and where a friend may turn against you
I also remember this year because I reined in myself and turned more disciplined studying more and concentrating more
I will also say that some of the most happiest hours in my second year were spent in the first floor back end of the banasthali central library where I sat hours on and read to my heart’s content
I remember running away to library whenever things got a little tough and then staying tere till I calmed myself down and ready to face everything.
It was a year which also changed the fortunes of my family, I first came to know that not everything was right at home and being so far away I was not able to do anything to help my mom and dad and that tore me to pieces.
But I’ll always be thankful because I met Usha , and came closer to lots of people like Garima , Ankita. , got to know the real faces of many people whom I trusted .
I also realized many things and honed up my acting skills, had a lot of fun learning and yes more in depth study of chemistry
All this while I didn’t loose my tenacity of liking kskbt and other ekta Kapoor shows(yeah me !!!!!!)
I remember that once the dean and the chairman arrived at our hostel and we all panicked that they were here for search of hostel and we ran helter skelter to hide our mobiles as best we could coming up with brilliant plans in few seconds which involved slashing the window grills
The danger passed as the search was made but only of our senior’s room and beer bottles were found there .
That year was also when Pratibha Patil visited our campus then a governor now she is the first woman president of our country
This gave rise to a myth that whoever visits bansthali is sure to make it big one day as Dr Abdul Kalam had also visited Banasthali in the past
Second year was filled with fun fights and Uno , a game which enthralled us so much that we palyed it late into nights and now just a few days back when we all had a reunion of sorts played it again sitting in the park
Once in second year we also had our share of superstitions , we did all sorts of pooja in our room (he he he)
We saw or imagined to see planchet happening the next hostel
I learned that there exists lot of things like black magic and a story which my friend Garima told me that once she saw a kalash flying during navratri times.
I can go on writing as memories rush past me but I’ll stop now as enough is enough
Usha I am so glad I smiled at you in Sindhi camp that day.
Let me start the beginning of this friendship where it actually began , it began at sindhi camp the main bus station of Jaipur , I was waiting in a bus which was to leave for banathali when suddenly I looked out and saw Usha , she was famous in first year because she belonged to a group of people who got up at 12 noon and rushed to our side of building to freshen up. I had hardly talked to her ever in my first year and yet when I looked out and saw her standing I couldn’t help but smile which was reciprocated.
Our smiles became legends because we became roommates in short span of time. We were roommates for next 2 years and now friends for ever
She was one person who taught me a lot, when I now look back to my second year all I can remember is that I was enjoying my time being her roommate
She is a magnet of some kind people came to talk to her . I came to know so many people through her. This does not mean that we didn’t fight, although I have never fought with her but still we were chums , and still are.
I must not forget some incidents which happened in this years, I read harry potter’s new book in one night and was termed a geek and hari putter was renowned all over the hostel, we played kho-kho on my birthday which caused my room mate and friend Ayushi to break her leg and miss lot of her term.
I Usha and few others ganged up on people on valentine’s days who were trying to talk in peace with their bfs
I first learned the concept of night outs when we five as roommates spent hours in the night talking , we started living dangerously, taking pangas in which Usha was the leader.
Lot of thievery occurred in the hostel with lot of consequences.
I learned new words thanks to my Guru Usha
I remember after every exam we used to rush out to lucky’s canteen and eat our heart out
We all used to hog the breakfast
And yes cooking in the night, fried rice pohas and what not
This year also taught me not to trust anyone completely , who knows when and where a friend may turn against you
I also remember this year because I reined in myself and turned more disciplined studying more and concentrating more
I will also say that some of the most happiest hours in my second year were spent in the first floor back end of the banasthali central library where I sat hours on and read to my heart’s content
I remember running away to library whenever things got a little tough and then staying tere till I calmed myself down and ready to face everything.
It was a year which also changed the fortunes of my family, I first came to know that not everything was right at home and being so far away I was not able to do anything to help my mom and dad and that tore me to pieces.
But I’ll always be thankful because I met Usha , and came closer to lots of people like Garima , Ankita. , got to know the real faces of many people whom I trusted .
I also realized many things and honed up my acting skills, had a lot of fun learning and yes more in depth study of chemistry
All this while I didn’t loose my tenacity of liking kskbt and other ekta Kapoor shows(yeah me !!!!!!)
I remember that once the dean and the chairman arrived at our hostel and we all panicked that they were here for search of hostel and we ran helter skelter to hide our mobiles as best we could coming up with brilliant plans in few seconds which involved slashing the window grills
The danger passed as the search was made but only of our senior’s room and beer bottles were found there .
That year was also when Pratibha Patil visited our campus then a governor now she is the first woman president of our country
This gave rise to a myth that whoever visits bansthali is sure to make it big one day as Dr Abdul Kalam had also visited Banasthali in the past
Second year was filled with fun fights and Uno , a game which enthralled us so much that we palyed it late into nights and now just a few days back when we all had a reunion of sorts played it again sitting in the park
Once in second year we also had our share of superstitions , we did all sorts of pooja in our room (he he he)
We saw or imagined to see planchet happening the next hostel
I learned that there exists lot of things like black magic and a story which my friend Garima told me that once she saw a kalash flying during navratri times.
I can go on writing as memories rush past me but I’ll stop now as enough is enough
Usha I am so glad I smiled at you in Sindhi camp that day.
QUOTES - I LOVE
Just once I want someone to look at me right away and think I was beautiful. Not after they get to know me, or after they see inside my soul, just me. I want to walk in a room and light up, not blend.
Behind my smile is a hurting heart. Behind my laugh, I'm falling apart. Look closely at me and you will see, the girl I am...isn't me
Walking down the hall with her head held high, every hair is in its place, sees a friend and she waves hi, wearing a smile on her perfect face. Friendly, smart, and beautiful, everyone adores this girl. Seemingly content, her head's in a whirl. Inside she's unhappy, and doesn't know why. She lays in her bed at night and cries. She doesn't know what causes the tears; how could this princess have insecurities or fears? She has it all. A pretty smile, many friends, a great guy, the newest trends, her family has money, she gets good grades, has her own car, and her makeup never fades. Always looking happy, every single day, but inside she's feeling a different way. This is wonder girl, she's everyone's dream, but things aren't always what they seem.
Behind my smile is everything you'll never understand.
I didn't want to admit it. It was easier to lie. Hide the hurt and emptiness to smile instead of cry.
Have you ever felt so alone and nothing makes sense? Well that's how I feel right now...I feel like I'm facing everything myself, with nothing but tears and a fake smile...
I don't know if I'm getting better or just used to the pain.
Words hurt more than anything else can, because they last, sometimes forever.
It sucks to be alone, even when there are people all around you
I wanna get lost from my life sometimes, sit on the side and watch the world go by, I wanna get lost and I don't know why.
I think the only reason everyone holds on to memories so tightly is because memories are the only things that don't change when everything and everyone else does.
I've accepted the fact that we can't be, but I've also accepted that you're going to be that one person I carry with me for the rest of my life, the one that is always going to make my heart jump a little and my stomach tie up in knots no matter how happy I am otherwise...no matter how long its been.
They say time will make this all go away, but it's time that has taken my tomorrow's and turned them into yesterday's.
Sometimes you have to hold your head up high, blink away the tears, and say good-bye.
You have to have a darkness...for the dawn to come.
My wings are broken
by the words left unspoken
now all I can do is sit and cry
just wishing, praying, that I die..
Life doesn't hurt until you think about how much things have changed, who you've lost along the way, and how much of it was your fault.
Distance between two people is only as one allows it to be.
Don't give up on your lost causes, you never know when your luck will change.
After a while, you just can't cry anymore. You just have to believe that what happens is what's supposed to happen, and, well, you can't change that, even if you tried. So just dry the tears, and hope that tomorrow will be a better day.
Loneliness and the feeling of being unwanted is the most terrible poverty.
I now compare all guys I like to you and you know what? They never measure up, not even close, and the sad thing is, most are better than you...I just can't see it.
The worst loneliness is not to be comfortable with yourself.
One may have a blazing hearth in one's soul, and yet no one ever comes to sit by it.
What loneliness is more lonely than distrust?
I love to be alone. I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude.
The soul that sees beauty may sometimes walk alone.
Every man must do two things alone; he must do his own believing and his own dying.
Loneliness: A Solitary Confinement of the Soul.
The walls we build around us to keep out the sadness also keep out the joy.
They say when you get to heaven that you meet up with the ones you love. Well, what happens if the one you love is with the one they love?
Life isn't about how many breaths you take...it's about the times you have your breath taken away.
What's meant to be will always find a way.
Even though I've been hurt, I remain StRoNg. Me having regrets? You're dead wrong...Cause you have to take cHaNcEs Your whole life long.
The truth is, I gave my heart away a long time ago, all of it, and I never really got it back.
I think the easiest way to lose something is to want it too badly.
Never underestimate the pain of a person because the truth is everyone is struggling. It's just some people hide it better than others.
But a heart which trusts in God's goodness is armed against sorrow.
There's nothing more depressing than having it all and still feeling sad.
When it is dark enough, you can see the stars.
When life knocks you down, try to land on your back. Because if you can look up, you can get up. Let your reason get you back up.
The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.
Not all scars show, not all wounds heal. Sometimes you can't always see, the pain someone feels.
You can close your eyes to things you don’t want to see, but you can’t close your heart to things you don’t want to feel.
“Love can sometimes be magic.
But magic can sometimes... just be an illusion.”
Before, I asked God to give me someone special to love. I found you then lost you. I asked God why and He answered, “But my child, the one you asked for asked for somebody else.
I don't miss him, I miss who I thought he was.
I envy the one you love, the one whom you belong to. But I’ve thought much to realize how envious the one you love could get if only she had known that I am the one who can love you best.
One night, someone noticed a star losing its usual bright glow and asked the star why. Then it answered, “I’ve grown tired and weak shining for someone whose glance has never been mine.”
We are never so defenseless against suffering as when we love.
when It's clear that you don't feel the same way for me... the problem is that as much as I can't force you to love me, I can't force myself to stop loving you.
Whoever said it is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all must not have had their heart broken.
Why are the words "I love you" so easily pronounced yet so hard to say? It's because it's hard to admit to yourself that the person you love might not feel the same way as you do.
Nothing is more sad than the death of an illusion.
A teardrop is insignificant in a pool of water, but it can touch the soul as it runs down someone’s face.
How unhappy is he who cannot forgive himself.
When you can't have what you want, it's time to start wanting what you have.
Just because my eyes don't tear doesn't mean my heart doesn't cry. And just because I comes off strong, doesn't mean there's nothing wrong.
I'm tired of trying. I'm tired of crying. I know I've been smiling, but inside I'm dying.
Behind this innocent smile of mine, lay words that go unsaid. Words of longing, love, anger, and hate, all repeating inside my head.
The pain of having a broken heart is not so much as to kill you, yet not so little as to let you live.
If ends mark new beginnings, then why are goodbye's so hard?
Behind my smile is a hurting heart. Behind my laugh, I'm falling apart. Look closely at me and you will see, the girl I am...isn't me
Walking down the hall with her head held high, every hair is in its place, sees a friend and she waves hi, wearing a smile on her perfect face. Friendly, smart, and beautiful, everyone adores this girl. Seemingly content, her head's in a whirl. Inside she's unhappy, and doesn't know why. She lays in her bed at night and cries. She doesn't know what causes the tears; how could this princess have insecurities or fears? She has it all. A pretty smile, many friends, a great guy, the newest trends, her family has money, she gets good grades, has her own car, and her makeup never fades. Always looking happy, every single day, but inside she's feeling a different way. This is wonder girl, she's everyone's dream, but things aren't always what they seem.
Behind my smile is everything you'll never understand.
I didn't want to admit it. It was easier to lie. Hide the hurt and emptiness to smile instead of cry.
Have you ever felt so alone and nothing makes sense? Well that's how I feel right now...I feel like I'm facing everything myself, with nothing but tears and a fake smile...
I don't know if I'm getting better or just used to the pain.
Words hurt more than anything else can, because they last, sometimes forever.
It sucks to be alone, even when there are people all around you
I wanna get lost from my life sometimes, sit on the side and watch the world go by, I wanna get lost and I don't know why.
I think the only reason everyone holds on to memories so tightly is because memories are the only things that don't change when everything and everyone else does.
I've accepted the fact that we can't be, but I've also accepted that you're going to be that one person I carry with me for the rest of my life, the one that is always going to make my heart jump a little and my stomach tie up in knots no matter how happy I am otherwise...no matter how long its been.
They say time will make this all go away, but it's time that has taken my tomorrow's and turned them into yesterday's.
Sometimes you have to hold your head up high, blink away the tears, and say good-bye.
You have to have a darkness...for the dawn to come.
My wings are broken
by the words left unspoken
now all I can do is sit and cry
just wishing, praying, that I die..
Life doesn't hurt until you think about how much things have changed, who you've lost along the way, and how much of it was your fault.
Distance between two people is only as one allows it to be.
Don't give up on your lost causes, you never know when your luck will change.
After a while, you just can't cry anymore. You just have to believe that what happens is what's supposed to happen, and, well, you can't change that, even if you tried. So just dry the tears, and hope that tomorrow will be a better day.
Loneliness and the feeling of being unwanted is the most terrible poverty.
I now compare all guys I like to you and you know what? They never measure up, not even close, and the sad thing is, most are better than you...I just can't see it.
The worst loneliness is not to be comfortable with yourself.
One may have a blazing hearth in one's soul, and yet no one ever comes to sit by it.
What loneliness is more lonely than distrust?
I love to be alone. I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude.
The soul that sees beauty may sometimes walk alone.
Every man must do two things alone; he must do his own believing and his own dying.
Loneliness: A Solitary Confinement of the Soul.
The walls we build around us to keep out the sadness also keep out the joy.
They say when you get to heaven that you meet up with the ones you love. Well, what happens if the one you love is with the one they love?
Life isn't about how many breaths you take...it's about the times you have your breath taken away.
What's meant to be will always find a way.
Even though I've been hurt, I remain StRoNg. Me having regrets? You're dead wrong...Cause you have to take cHaNcEs Your whole life long.
The truth is, I gave my heart away a long time ago, all of it, and I never really got it back.
I think the easiest way to lose something is to want it too badly.
Never underestimate the pain of a person because the truth is everyone is struggling. It's just some people hide it better than others.
But a heart which trusts in God's goodness is armed against sorrow.
There's nothing more depressing than having it all and still feeling sad.
When it is dark enough, you can see the stars.
When life knocks you down, try to land on your back. Because if you can look up, you can get up. Let your reason get you back up.
The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.
Not all scars show, not all wounds heal. Sometimes you can't always see, the pain someone feels.
You can close your eyes to things you don’t want to see, but you can’t close your heart to things you don’t want to feel.
“Love can sometimes be magic.
But magic can sometimes... just be an illusion.”
Before, I asked God to give me someone special to love. I found you then lost you. I asked God why and He answered, “But my child, the one you asked for asked for somebody else.
I don't miss him, I miss who I thought he was.
I envy the one you love, the one whom you belong to. But I’ve thought much to realize how envious the one you love could get if only she had known that I am the one who can love you best.
One night, someone noticed a star losing its usual bright glow and asked the star why. Then it answered, “I’ve grown tired and weak shining for someone whose glance has never been mine.”
We are never so defenseless against suffering as when we love.
when It's clear that you don't feel the same way for me... the problem is that as much as I can't force you to love me, I can't force myself to stop loving you.
Whoever said it is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all must not have had their heart broken.
Why are the words "I love you" so easily pronounced yet so hard to say? It's because it's hard to admit to yourself that the person you love might not feel the same way as you do.
Nothing is more sad than the death of an illusion.
A teardrop is insignificant in a pool of water, but it can touch the soul as it runs down someone’s face.
How unhappy is he who cannot forgive himself.
When you can't have what you want, it's time to start wanting what you have.
Just because my eyes don't tear doesn't mean my heart doesn't cry. And just because I comes off strong, doesn't mean there's nothing wrong.
I'm tired of trying. I'm tired of crying. I know I've been smiling, but inside I'm dying.
Behind this innocent smile of mine, lay words that go unsaid. Words of longing, love, anger, and hate, all repeating inside my head.
The pain of having a broken heart is not so much as to kill you, yet not so little as to let you live.
If ends mark new beginnings, then why are goodbye's so hard?
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