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                 It had brought back the memories of a bandh/strike day back in 2008.I think March 2008 abt which I blogged  in my Cognizant blog.That day we weren't able to find any hotel for breakfast and finally had to settle for 2-3 bananas(No other fruits).I was entirely nostalgic of that day on Holi (08/03/2012) when I had given up my hunt for breakfast and decide to get home.                     As I was returning home I got the first feel of Holi...and my first thought was "Oh shit...have to take bath today!! (No hot water) :) ".Some guys who were playing Holi decided to colour me.Some threw coloured powder.Sry didnt notice the colour.Or did I?Well,I dont remember.Does it matter?.While some tried to chase, one splashed cold water from pipe.Thats when I chose to(not that I had options) check my running pick up speed with out any warm up.Some unknown Happiness....Some unk...

Date: 28th Feb Match: Ind Vs  SL Location: Hobart,Australia कोई कमी सी थी जीने में,जाना यह मैंने कहाँ ... ऐसे मिले हो जैसे मुझपे हो मेहरबान कोई ... और मुझे ले जा रहा है कहीं दूर ... फिर से उस खुशियों की दुनिया में. . .  (--Mayur Puri for tere Naal love ho gaya,edited)

Location:Cinema Hall Movie:Agneepath एक दिन वोह मिले, रोज़ मिलने लगे, फिर बात होने लगी, तन नशे में नाचने लगा. . . मन खुशियाँ चूमने लगा, दिल अपने आप रोने लगी, सदियों से भी लम्बा था, उस तीन घंटे का सपना. .  पर उस में भी अधूरी रह गयी, प्यास ! 

Just another simple poem off the top of my head... टूटे हुए दिल से ही संगीत निकलता  है. . . जवाब मांग रही  है मेरी परछाई ये किस तरह की ज़िन्दगी जी रहा हूँ . . . आँखें ढूंढ़ रहे हैं  मेरा टिकाना ... जोकि ये दुनिया मुझसे छुपाती है.... दर्द बन  गयी   मेरी वफादार दोस्त क्या ये कमबख्त  वक़्त ने इसको भी हटाएगा? मन करता है चिल्लाऊँ (आसमान की ओर).. और क्या लूटोगे मुझसे ?अब बस में और मेरी  यादें  . शोर कर रहा है ये दिल मेरा .. उसकी(प्यार) बाहों में जाऊं ...भूल जाऊं ...

(Writtern for College Magazine August edition) At 65, she is more stunning than her Youth, So majestic, who is very proud of her family's history, So elegant, for she has her own unique varied mix, So gorgeous now,that she never ceases to get attention. Her curious eyes voraciously pried like a dying fish to water, Is any one listning she said before I said am all ears, Relief evident for she had found a soul(me) to chat with  In the revelry crowd for it's festival time today in her home.  Her grief laden heart begins to enunciate without auspicating, I love you all equally though I dont know who is more abominable, A few among you destroying yourselves for your own principles, Or the nature's other face (disaster) destroying all of you. Her eyes got damp now as grieves continue to rain on me,  Seeing the War memorials(in my house) my conscience still torments me, I hope they all knew that I never...

(A very short poem on Roorkee's weather) Before i could get used to the extreme humidity, This sudden deluge has doused me so bad That for those sunny days I prayed(asked)... Loud and crystal clear the response was... Welcome to Roorkee said its weather God, After warning me abt the rough winter,coming soon :)

(written for a newsletter in D.O.M.S,IIT Roorkee)      A journey of thousand miles start with a single step.So did ours,a huge defining step in our careers.As we were walking towards DOMS, with every step excitement coupled with apprehensions increased.Adrenaline rushed.It was the best walk we have had in this high humid weather till now.When we shifted our focus from the lush green campus to allow ourselves a generous look at all the new faces of our batch girls we knew in  our hearts that this journey of thousand miles is not just going to be rigorous but also pleasant.     We were in our classes then,still no relief from the high humidity when we got the first sight of our professors of Department Of Management Studies(DOMS).Prof.Nangia sir is the only face most of us could recognize as we were in his panel for the interview for admission.It wasnt long before ...