Life has it's own share of ups and down. Year 2011 has mix memories. The memories which make me happy with the shared amount of memories to make me sad. Recently, I read this quote on my friends facebook wall ~ ‎"When I get sad, I stop being sad, and be awesome instead. True story."-Barney Stinson, HIMYM.

The statement really means a lot to me. When I look my life a year ahead and year in the past, it drives me curious. Rightly said, when things doesn't fall in place as per individual's wish, he/she happens to lose his/her charm of life. Being sad is most easy thing in this world, 5 minutes of deep thinking about things falling apart and here you are sitting with saddest face. But who does want to stay sad in their life, everyone loves happiness.

I would request everyone to read this line again and again when ever feeling sad and erase that moment from your life and fill it with awesomeness because sadness only drives you weaker and weaker.

Yaadein

Kabhi kabhi mei bahut udas hoti hoon,

Rajai mei mu dhak ke roti hoon

Yaad sabki aati hai bahut, par kuch na mei kehti hoon,

Chup ke chup ke bas thode aansu mei khoti hoon..

Choti choti baton pe muskarane mei lagti hoon,

Dil ko avei bhelaane mei lagti hoon

Na jayada sochti hoon, na jayada samajti hoon,

Sapne to mei yuhin bun-ne lagti hoon..

Sapno ke tootne ki jhankar se nirash mei hoti hoon,

Jayada kuch nahi, bas thode aansu mei khoti hoon…

India to UK-part2

We left for Birmingham instead of York from Heathrow airport for one day stay at my brother’s place to explore UK :P after 2 hours journey from London to Birmingham finally I got the chance to see my brother’s place which I have been hearing a lot from last two years. He rented single room accommodation and room was so small for an Indian to survive (at last we are fond of big rooms and huge beds :P ) but for a surprise every Indian learns to adjust with tiny room in English World.

I did bit of Shopping on my first day in UK at Birmingham shopping market(I don’t remember the name) where for the first time I saw British life. With Mr. S guidance I shopped for so called happening and in fashion clothes in UK. Well I guess that’s the good sign of more n more shopping to be done :P We finally left for York next day early morning with Mr. B(brother’s friend) in his car. To my surprise every second individual in UK owns a BMW which on contrary is hardly seen in India apart from Ludhiana(Mercedes king) or some rich people.

After 3 hours of non-stop traveling finally I was standing at University Of York main reception collecting my uni id Card. That was the moment which I waited for long. Here I am at the’ Place’- my university(after holding id Card I got the feel of calling it my University) Mr. S left after few hours helping me out with adjusting in my room and some grocery shopping. We went to “Morrisons” one of the famous chain of grocery store in UK. The Store was really huge with everything under one roof. They hardly missed out anything on store. For the first time I went crazy shopping for grocery, since I had lots of options to choose from.

At 17:00 on 6^th October 2010 the moment after Mr. S left from York was the first surprise. My room window is broken and need to be fixed soon since its freezing cold outside. I somehow managed to close it with small gap left opened. Ahhhh finally it’s me and York alone(with no wrong intentions :P). With lots of seminars lined up for freshies I end up my day in Edge Bar meeting lots of new people and fellow friends.

After almost 45 days I am enjoying my life in York with no nostalgia and lots of fun and hardwork around:P

India to UK

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I will be completing one month on November 5^th here in York, United Kingdom .Things have changed completely in a way that nothing is same. When I left India on 4^th October night (INDIA GST) my excitement was at its peak. It has to be as I was getting closer to my dream. Finally I was heading for my master’s to UK. That one feeling was enough to drive me through that phase of leaving family and friends. On my arrival at London Heathrow airport everything was new and exciting. As shown in Bollywood films, the first feel of air was ‘the moment’J. Happily I called my brother to inform my arrival and to my surprise he will take another two hour to reach airport. According to him I will take another one hour to clear immigration and baggage collection. But all got over in next 15 minute: P and as a result I was asked to wait for next two hour.

London airport is pretty huge with 5 terminals connected by free transit service. As per my brothers order I had to travel from terminal 3 to 5 with my entire luggage (3 bags each 23 kg) through transit without any trolley to carry the cases. Without any assistance I somehow managed to reach terminal five successfully. In the meantime he was still an hour away from airport. It took me 45 minutes for transit: P. Finally at this point I was out of balance on my number making international calls. Using Indian traits I managed to ask one elderly Sikh couple for their mobile to make one local call to inform Mr S (my brother) about my location at terminal 5.

Here I was sitting at London airport waiting for my brother. Everything was the same as described in movies, novels. Glaring around the surrounding for initial few minutes, I felt numb. It was freaking cold: P. I just felt like shouting – ‘please switch off the AC’:P :P :P :P. Sitting at one corner next to costa coffee all alone in new place, finally it was the time when I realised what I left back in India. What I am going to miss big time? Past few years just captured my thoughts and in next few moments I found my eyes filled with tears (nothing surprising) .Finally they had to come out.

It was not the first time I left my home but it was the first time I left India. That one hour made me realise that I won’t be seeing all my people (friends and family) for next one year. After four years in SRM, here I was again for new start. Isha four years ago and Isha now shared some thoughts. There was excitement, anxiety, fear prevailing around. But one thing is different, now I have those special relations to miss which were developed in SRM in past four years.

Suddenly i feel a touch of someone’s hand at my shoulder. Ahhhh finally Mr S is here with his friend and in next second I am walking with him towards car park. Out of all thoughts, speechless just walking besides him and controlling my emotions, hiding my tear ………………………………………………

To be continued…

Why Delhi?

Finally I know the reason why after years I don’t feel @home in dehradun. Why I find it tough to relate myself with this place. Why with absolute beauty around I don’t enjoy being here? What is so fascinating about Delhi that I fight odds out to be there whenever possible?

My family shifted to dehradun after 17years of long stay in Delhi. My life in Delhi revolved around my family. I was kind of introvert in initial few years of my teen. Delhi is defined as ‘Delhi-dill valo ki’ and it is really. Our neighbors were part of our life more than our relative (as we spend more time with them) and that what makes it special. I still remember I could find my mom chatting with my favorite aunty living at next door for long and long instead of serving me and my brother lunch. Please don’t take the pain of thinking about their talks because that’s beyond our imagination. It is true that it takes few seconds to turn into someone’s daughter from a stranger (refer chetan bhagat 2 states).

Have you ever tried to be part of your mom and her friend’s conversation specially Delhi auntie’s (I am counting my mom in too)? If not, very good, never try: P. I have been victim of this many times. This might be shocking, but uncountable times I have been booked for marriage with someone’s distant relative’s son in my early teen’s. Well you must have guessed major part of their conversation, fixing up singles: P: P: P: P (they love to be match maker) discussing recipes and blah blah blah. At the end, this is the life me and mom are longing for again. Dehradun failed to provide those familiar relations again in our life. People are not bothered about the next door person. The feeling of oneness is missing from everyone’s heart (at least we are not experiencing the same as we used to in Delhi).The pleasure with which all of us to used to celebrate festivals, enjoy parties , plan get-together often , share food is missing. All these small moments shared together makes life easy and enjoyable.

That is why my dear friends I don’t relate myself to Dehradun so easily because my heart still lies at the same place we left years back.

Mausam

Kuch Haseen palo ki mohtaj hai zindagi meri,

dukh ke badal mai hasti unn palo ke saath hai zindagi meri.

Waqt badal jaata hai,badalte hai ehsaas,

saath chalte hue log chodd dete hai saath,

Phir bhi muskarati hai zindagi meri..

Badalte mausam ke saath badalte hai ehsaas,

kabhi mausam aata hai

Dosti ka,
kabhi Takraar ka,
kabhi Pyaar ka,
kabhi Judaai ka.

Saal ke char mausam mai baste hai ehsaas mere,

kuch ke liye yeh mausam hai barsaat ka,

mere liye darshata yeh banta rishta dosti ka,

Paani ki har boond se ehsaas un apno ki,

Dosti un apno se jo ab saath nahi,

Dosti unn bagano se Jo banege mere apne kabhi.

Yeh Mausam, Yeh mausam,Yeh mausam.......

Aankhon mai sapna kissiki aankhon ka tha,

Door chale apne apno se,ek bharosa dil mai tha,

Zindagi jeeni seekhayi jin haatho ne,unka saath ab na tha,

chal diye uss shehar apni sapno ke khoj mai,

voh gali apni na thi,voh lag bagaine se lagte the.

Sapno ko jeete hue voh log apne bane,Parayo mai kuch rishte mujhe mile.

Aaj jab voh raah bhi chutt gayi,voh apne phir piche reh gaye.

In Aankhon ne ab sapna Jo sajaya naya hai,

kya phir se dorega waqt apna chakra,

Anjaane log Anjaani duniya,

karti jo mera Intezaar phir se hai,

Kya milenge aise rishte mujhe,

Kya judage log apne se vaha...........

Zindagi beet rahi hai,aankhen sapna dekh rahi hai,

kadam toh bus chal rahe hai manzil ki aur,

dil rishte banata ja raha hai,jodkar unn paalo ka saath.

Hum chale Hum chale Hum chale.....................