A New Mystery

"Even with nothing in my hands

I feel like making a hundred new plans

I feel like meeting the new heights

I feel like fleeing to a new world of mine

Even with no one by my side

I know I can maintain my stride

I know i'll end up being solo

I know but, my life will never be hollow

Balancing light and dark in both my hands

I look past the hazy woodlands

When in search for my pre written destiny

All I find is another brand new mystery. "

100th post :-) Thanking Ceremony

In all my 8 years of writing, never have I been so excited to celebrate a one-hundredth post of my blog. But Blogger’s Choice has become more than just a blog – it’s become a way of life. I hope I’ve upheld the quality of writing all through these months. There are a lot of people who are responsible for making this journey so overwhelmingly memorable. It started off as an experiment in open, creative writing, and soon became quite well-read.

I thank each and every one who indirectly has contributed to my blog.Of course my parents, sister, friends and crazy dreams.Above all, I really wanna thank those anonymous for your absolute support and mails.Sorry about not moderating few comments. Next time , try uncovering your identity. Cannot take the suspense anymore!

I’ve met some fascinating people through this space. Everyone who knows me personally, professionally and online, knows me a little better because of Blogger’s Choice. May be the sensitive part or the insane part.

Again, I declare that most of the characters in my blog are fictitious and written to expose the emotions. Not meant to hurt anyone personally. If it happened… Maaf kardo yaar!

Thanking all the initial readers of Blogger’s Choice, without whom, it wouldn’t have been possible to come this far.

Acknowledged all the major critics I’ve had on Blogger’s Choice and promise to keep the writing flowing eulogies to all you beautiful people on my blog roll.

It’s quite a nostalgic week ahead. I’m humbled. I guess I don’t really have many words to describe it

Now Blogger’s Choice is renamed as ENDLESS THOUGHTS.

Let me know if you want me to write something specific also .Sometimes emotions fall short to describe the beauty of the life.

Never thought I’d last this long!

Stats are also amazing …8K is not a bad score!

Special thanks to Vicky, Kumar, Kashyap, Raghav, Rahul, Siva, bojo and all the others who follow my blog regularly J

Another year will be over, another year will come. I hope and pray that the lights of Diwali illuminate the new chapter of our lives.

Happy Diwali!

Hell College - Nostalgia

Donno ...Why I am writing this too.. but today while I  was hurrying to get to my office on time , I noticed THE college bus  in which I traveled for four years , right behind my car . Of course here are my  so called "nostalgia". Although it turned my 4 beautiful years a night mare.

I don't want to sound like some stupid literature nerd... but when Robert Frost wrote " And miles to go before I sleep and miles to go before I sleep... " he was SO NOT kidding. Thats how I felt four years ago ..and yeah a VERY VERY long four years they were!!! I almost cant believe it finally came to an end and (thankfully) I'm outta college!! HAHA.. PROPER LIFE !! not this stupid college that ive been rotting in for the last 4X365X24X86400 seconds..or so figuratively speaking.. u do the math...

Ironical as it seems i think im going to miss that HELL HOLE(my college). Its a pity that we wont have to walk up the stairs wondering when we'll be walking down them to go home again or whether we will be going down them again at all...I wont have to go to the HOD's room coz she wanted to "talk" to me... I'll miss all those fun times at lunch talking about how silly everyone else is..( yes.. we do put aside a few minutes for meals ).. Im going to miss having an exam every Monday,and tuesday,and wednesday... and EVERYDAY!!! I'm going to miss waking up each morning and looking through the news paper hoping that one particular building had been bombed by terrorists..or wishing that the rain had submerged it.. or hoping that it had been struck by lightning..I almost miss the excess texting syndrome to the same friend who is right next to me in the class.damn.... how can I forget the adventures we had just to skip a class for a stupid gulti movie.

Jokes apart... I've got to admit im going to miss all my friends and some of the teachers..( I repeat.. SOME of the teachers...) coz all those hours spent there have really caused a bonding... and thought i hate to admit it.. yes.. i cannot erase those years from my memory.. because there were some good moments... Like the time when Sirs(yeah our ladies jail had male faculty too) called me the "Dhoolpet Rowdy" and when he caught us sleeping in his class or when the HOD caught me sleeping in their classes SOOO many times or when Jayeeta Ma'm (Instrumentation Dept Torture head) used to check the notes and we used to quickly copy the notes we didnt get.. it was fun.. no doubt.. and blacky behind my blood for EVERYTHING ..I mean EVERYTHING LITERALLY ... im going to write a whole entry on that later..

I'm really going to miss being the coolest one around for a change :P .. coz everyone there was such a geek hahahaha( :P )

This ones out to all the survivors out there.... all those who r now smelling the oh so wonderful smell of freedom..from the clutches of corporate college!!!And for those who hate their new life already.. just remember.. we've seen worse...

PS: most of it is exaggerated . I did make some good friends for life there:-)