Monday, March 21, 2011

world is a small place

It really is..

I had this batch-mate of mine. we studied together for like a year or so in Kolkata. We werent some close pals or anything... just knew him.. played chess with him a few times. Defeated him to gain glory as a chess whiz back in school. And then he left school.. dad got transferred et al..


So few days back i saw this guy in a frnds frndlist, so i sent him a frnd request. And today just as he accepted the frnd request, what i see is that his wall sports a pic, in delhi, in metro walk(where ive spent quite some time... a lot of my 4 yrs at college), of his, with a girl, who happens to be one of my good frnd's ex-girlfrnd. :P

Yeah! its pretty far fetched. But then again... even so i hardly would ever expect it.

STRANGE (:D) and small, of course!

#That frnd of mine, btw, is munching away in glory ;)

Sunday, March 6, 2011

For Sachin

Really dunno, why i stopped blogging. The fountain stopped and the water was no more rushing out... like it used to. And now i know why sachin does not write.


Flash back 3 years and i was in Tinsukia, Assam, after a grueling-adventurous-slightly monotonous 54-HOURS long train journey. With little to do other than Maasi's food extravaganza, sleeping and watching prison break, all i did was to Read Sachin's Blog
(http://thesachingarg.com/about_sachin.html), which sadly is not there.. now and write my own.

Man! i was so big a fan of his... his life in dce... his adventures and his love life or the lack of it... his placement problems to frivolous flirtations with life.. i read his blog through and through within 3 days and then may be re-read it twice... thrice. I was in awe of him. And wanted to be him. Wanted his life.

But what really soon dawned on me was that he had stopped blogging.. he was out of college... in to another one... may be writing his book... And i was unable to grasp why he could ever stop.

Ive never read a sunny shady life.. probably never will... i like real stories... like his and his blog (was).



and off lately i see even my blog count has crossed 4000... certainly pretty insignificant...nothing infact. but still i wonder if people see the relics of this nothingness... my college life and if they even feel any hint of what i felt.. the exhilration that excitement... the realization that "they are doing some abhishek"... like i wanted and did "some sachin garg" with my life....


Only makes me wonder...
we all believe that our times were so great and wonderful and unique... and yet we are all part of that same cycle.. which repeats over and over and over again..