The pre MUN excitement, SRM Chapter.

The excitement now has crossed all the levels, meeting everybody after almost 6 months and being a part of India’s biggest MUN is a feeling which has no name.

Meeting Zahaan and making all our plans coming to life, fulfilling my promise of being by his side. The long awaited meeting will now happen, after the cancelling of Hindu, my birthday, his birthday & the February plans I finally succeeded  in making a Chennai trip happen and will all due permissions, though it’ll make my TNG case stronger and make me miss my first internal but I am sure it’s worth it.

Meeting Shrisha, a person who I just met so randomly, completely different individuals who just got talking and became the sweetest friends ever, a person who is so sweet that he can compete with aspartame, a friend who always stands by and gives you the best counselling ever, a friend who scolds you for not taking care & makes sure you follow his directions, a person who has his own way with everything.

Meeting Priya & Tito: The much awaited DATE will happen when the three of us sit together, meeting Priya is another story, a story as random as anything, yet again. But the bond we share has nothing to do with randomness, maybe we don’t stay in touch that much but when we talk there is no difference, we still share the best rapport and we will forever be roomies.

Tito, TGIM made me meet a person as sweet as you and since then you have been a complete sweetheart, you have made life much better a place to live in.

Meeting Misbah, Milind, Narender, Varun, Bambi and many more people, so much more to write about. I am sure SRM will give me memories which will fill my blog but I still won’t be over them.

And the train journey with people as awesome as these will be one that I am soooo much excited for, Das, Soni, Bharat, Nayanika, Prerna, Vidya & Shivang, CANNOTBEABLETOWAITNOW. 2 more days till I get there. :D 

My pillars of strength.

When I think about college, all I can see is these three people.

Rahul : There have been so many times when we fought, argued and kicked & slapped each other, we didn’t talk for days & then again got back, each and every exam we were on phone and were trying to calm each other down :P There have been soo many times when you stood by me even when the whole world was anti me, you were one of those people who held my hand tightly. You irritate me to no extent, you call me by various stupid names and relate me to possibly every annoying thing but trust me, no matter how crazy you are, I love you a little too much and you are a cuddleableandhuggableidiot and Iloveyou. :*

Kunal : You are definitely more than a friend, you have been a brother to me, protecting me from all the odd’s quite literally :P You have held my hand tight and made me walk through all my fears and made me smile even in the saddest moments of my life, you pick me upside down, you pull my cheeks and make fun of me, you eat my Maggie & ice-creams, you eat my chocolates too, but I still love you a little too much and I really can’t imagine college without you :*

If I start quoting incidents, I am sure I will run out of words & the word limit. You know how much I love you, don’t you?

Kshitij: I never really talked to you initially, but fresher’s & the ice breaking session got me closer to you, we got talking and I got to know you way better than before. The normal hi-bye turned into a lot more informal chal beey and more. Eating together in the breaks, dropping me back home, we never really fought neither did we argue *touchwood* :p. You have been very patient while listening to all the crap that I usually say, though you leave no stone unturned when it comes to pulling my leg and creeping me out, I still cannot forget the Barakhamba incident, it’s still afresh in my mind and trust me I will never forgive you for the same :P but I also remember the way you tried to cheer me up after the conference and the way you counselled me end number of times. Though we have very limited serious talks but they are enough to tell me that a stupid like you can be a sweetheart too.

And you still have to sponsor my earrings :p

Hahah, you three are the pillar of my strength, 1 and a half year of college would have sucked without you guys, trust me there is no unit of measurement or device which can measure the love I have for you guys and please take this as a bribe and stop irritating me :P

Rahul : You are the best sportsman and the most irritating one too :*

Kunal : You are the best teddy bear, your warm hugs make all my worries run away. :D

Kshitij: You are the best dancer and the worst creep :P

3 more years, I will keep on irritating you guys forever :*

February of 2012

A few moments which I cannot forget, a few which I don’t want to forget. This one is for the ugliness and those beautiful moments which February of 2012 gave me.

# You came in my life as a rebound, I tried to be your friend & you took it all around. You expected what I never promised; you said you’ll be a friend forever but left as soon I burst the bubble of your dreams.

# We were a team when we entered this competition, we worked, we smiled, we ate together and when I had some issues to attend, I thought you guys will understand, you faked it all this while, the problem started to surface when you did something which dragged my name in, I controlled my anger when you woke me up from sleep, when you abused everybody, when you got drunk and violated some rules, you lied to your own friends just to keep your image intact, you guys had lost the respect I once had for you. The fight that day made me see the true faces, yours and his.   

# My friends, a couple of them stuck through me, saw me failing, saw me standing alone, stood by, held my hand and made me walk this path of self realisation, some scolded, some loved, some left and some just accepted me the way I am.

# MUNs, they aren’t just a boost for my CV, they make me see myself in a way I haven’t seen before, the people I meet, the politics that I see, the bitching sessions, everything makes so much sense, the knowledge I grasp, the bonds, the friendships that develop in such a short span and then how they nurture from a small seed to a full grown tree, it’s just so beautiful.

# College, the attendance issues and various people whom I just wish didn’t exist. Classes without the usage of cell phones, Maggie and Aloo bhujia for snacks with Rahul, Kunal and Kshitij every day, dad’s habit of hiding Frooti and hide and seek in bag and scolding me when I don’t finish them. Some life changing events like fresher’s and moot.

# Family, one part of my life which I would never want to change, for handling me when I was shouting and screaming for no reasons at all, for tolerating my stupid antics, for helping me preserve all the memories I had, for taking care of me when I was ill and all down.

# I may crib a lot, but I can never thank you enough for making me what I am today, thank you for all those who were once a part of my life and taught me so much, to all those who are now resistant to the stupid me, thank you for understanding me.

#Your marriage, it was one of those chapters in my book which I’ll keep reading forever and ever, I saw a completely different YOU, the way you handled everything, your calm and jovial nature, those funny moments, the timing of your jokes, your chivalrous acts, the realizations during this phase.

Whattey crazy month it has been, such awesomeness and such crazy fights :D 

A price-tag on her.

Regret, remorse, turmoil, failures,heartbreaks and aches,

A part of my life where I’d say I have seen it all,

But she & her story taught me what no one could. 

An innocent little child,

Lost her innocence when she was not even 9,

The cruelty she faced, the lessons she learned,

Instead of books, she read her mother’s face,

A face which narrated pain and stories of sorrow,

Instead of toys, she played with her life,

She was sold in the market when she turned 15,

It was her birthday present,

Yes her dad loved her in a way, unusual they say.

Some used her to their advantage and others felt sad for her existence,

She tried to kill her and rub her past;

She thought eraser would help in rubbing off those marks,

Naïve, a girl or a forced woman,

This world killed her soul,

A innocent little kid forget what she came here for,

She now herself is a toy, sold in the markets for the old,

A price tag, she does hold.

The manufacturing of which was done by her own father,

And expiry, well that’s a question I left to god. 

Her demise...

As days pass by and her fear surfaces, 

She clings tight to herself during the nights,

The loneliness of her life, clearly visible in those eyes, 

The eyes, which had gotten her a thousand compliments, 

Before, they buried her soul deep in the soil. 

Shattered into pieces, uncountable, 

Her life, a true story of betrayal, 

A heart, punctured as if it was a balloon, 

Her soul yelling from the suffering she faced in during her life.  

She lived a life of a slave, 

Her once beautiful hands, 

Now narrated the story of an untold era of pain, 

The marks on her face were put there, 

To be a constant reminder of the change, 

Of the courage she had to take the less travelled path. 

It appeared to the world, that she did all of this to gain sympathy, 

But what sympathy could do to a heart which was stabbed by the ones she called her own?

What sympathy could do to the face which was destroyed, by the constant beatings?

What sympathy could do to her soul, which now rests in the lap of the one who created her and her misery full life?

She died, not wanting sympathy, but someone to call her own. 

What sympathy could do to her, what help will it provide?

What was her mistake?

Falling in love with the one who promised her to take all her sorrows away?

Or being courageous enough to accept it and face the world all alone?

Or trusting those, who promised her all the happiness in this world, the ones who were entitled to her property after her death?

The ones she called her family, who portrayed her death as suicide, those mean creatures did survive, 

And she lost her battle & her smile. 

  

My first ever moot, GIMC.

Well, 
Its very correctly put by somebody, dreams, sudden plans and all the fucking up happens for good reasons, canceling goa got me here. After a lot of cursing and abusing, I decided to chuck out the necessary check lists options and land up in the so called dry state, gujarat. 
Not a good start though.  
Certain happenings got all 3 of us in a lot of tension. We were pretty upset with such a sad beginning but with the passage of time the dark clouds cleared and the sun was shining brightly, we tried our level best in proving our worth and we made sure that we don't commit more mistakes, but some people had other plans. 
Well destiny did try to fuck up with my plans and dreams but I was sure that this time I am not falling in this bait which they had laid for me, I managed it well. 
Some unusual link ups and heartbreaks got me back on track and my focus was all set again, soon this irritating and not wanting trip came to an end, lots of lessons learned as always, those which will never allow me to take decisions in such a haste. 
Lot of judgments were proved right, a lot of assumptions were proved wrong from the very basic inception..