homecoming

ITS DECIDED…..ATTENTION…MATES…I have from here on decided to be more frequent here….I mean this blog lost its meaning from past two three months that’s why I have tried to revamp it….made it what I am now…i.e. wanderer, vagabond, rover, nomad, drifter and what not….I am at the moment just swaying with d time, doing nothing but chilling, uncertain, undecided, unconscious …trying to find a way…….past two years were sort of rollercoaster for me ,building blocks if I may say…they’ll always be cherished…no matter how they went…now looking forth every thing looks murkier than ever…have loads of plan though …one of which is creating a all exclusive(unbiased) soccer blog…..may require help from u guys…I have been doing hell lot of facebookin(will try to restrict myself….can try it atleast)….so its like a homecoming for me ..coming back to my first love(can not call it a crush coz I have been crushed too many times..literally)…bloggin rocks yeahhh…..moreover have developed a taste for ghazals…think its hereditary..lovin it now…well studies ..i have realized are palliative…but not curable…have to live with them..LOVE IT ,HATE IT,BUNK IT,DUMP IT BUT cant ignore them…mark them as golden words …coz…they are by a great man…no prizes for guessing…they can be ANEESH 3:16…WOW not a bad idea…I have started to sound lame and absurd…so need to stop…well the song playin behind is so..so…so …so..apt……
So sing in ….
Chorus:
I go crazy, crazy, baby, I go crazy
I am losin my mind
Crazy crazy…
All hail tyler baba….jai ho jai ho
P.S.
No I am not gonna write jai ho’s lyrics now coz pcd have raped it quite well..sorry rapped it… well who cares

wo kagaz ki kashti....

Today I somehow feel like going back in time ,to my childhood days…to the days where it was all so fantasizing….days when we all cousins used to play, and play like there was no tomorrow, I have so many fond memories piling up ….and with these memories I encounter a feeling of togetherness…..living in a big joint family was fun (though I was youngest of lot and never enjoyed living under one roof with all,chacha,tauji,dada dadi…yet.. living next door was also the same thing)…we use to do whole lot of crazy things-fight, care ,share, play ….but things do change …people have different perspective, each wanting to perch on to different things, tryin to live on their terms…no objection …but as a kid then I never had an idea about this feeling. …moreover the fission never got in way of our family…never will… so why is it that I am being that nostalgic?? recently I got to know that my old home was to sold and it was like a signal to me…a sign telling that I was to be no more a child…sign telling that I cannot revisit the place where I grew up, place where I had so many memories.. I know that its saddening not just to me but everybody in the family, especially my dadi who had spent her whole life there… and now moving somewhere else…even my papa, living more than half of his life there would be a bit heavy hearted..... but there is no one to blame…you have to live with the fact…I wish if I could once go there and play like we did, fight like we did, celebrate festival as we did, preparing for it well in advance ,its like a landmark being lost ,a place evident to so much happiness and so many sorrows. Never had this kind of feeling, never felt this kind of attachment, but as they say you get to realize value of a thing as soon as it’s gone…and its happening to me…I know that the bonds would always be there, but memories would be just departed to minds and wont be relived.