It is 10 at night..

Here I pop up…in my world…in my space…within my squares.

Though, I’m not yet done with my semester exams but the end seems approachable. This one month of complete seclusion from blog meant *me being away from myself!! I wasn't cut off from the social network but nothing can beat the ties I share with this space, the love I have for all the silly and well thought out stuff I write ;)

Recently, I visited somebody’s blog and believe me there was something about it which arouse a sense of delight in me. In his words: “Imagine standing on top of the world and shouting out loud so that the whole world could hear you...expressing what you feel and what you believe...

I realized this really makes sense, all of us like to be heard. We all yearn for attention, after all we are humans. We all aspire to have an edge over others and create our own destiny. Now that, this is the final year of my graduation studies this thought does cross me what it would be like four years henceforth. Would it be the way it has been with my elder siblings? They studied, worked and got married. In words of people around me: they are well settled. Probably this is how it goes in the Kashmiri families (Sorry for the poor pun, every second person here is bitten up either by a medical or an engineering bug!!)

I know I’m no different from others but still I’m different in my own way. I have my thoughts and emotions, my likes and dislikes which are my babies. I can sometimes be too very indifferent for things and sometimes get too very involved.
From last few days there has been a slight change in my routine (I know this is a little hard to digest because if you are putting up in hostel there is nothing like routine…you get up when tired of sleeping, you eat whenever you see anything edible, you sleep when you have nothing to do and you study only when it’s your exam, the very next day) but then this new change has been pretty refreshing. Imagine early morning, cool breeze, foggy surroundings and you all decked up in woolens going for a jog with your pals…feels life!! You actually feel alive. The entire day you have this big smile of achievement on your face as if you have done something big.

Now, that I'm going back home in few days I would indeed miss all the morning fun. But then it has been months since I have been home and had all that mouth watering home cooked food. (Rogan josh, Yakhni, Dumoluv and Al Hach…they just taste heaven!)

In between all this I remember I need to rearrange my stuff in wardrobe and put things in bag. I will miss my friends here, but then I will be back within few weeks and now that it's the last semester of our graduation studies...we all are riding high on the Emotional quotient!! 

2012...and to Mars!!

“What is it you want to do before the world ends in 2012?” was a question which kept me gaping as my friend flipped through the dozen pages of her wish list. I wonder whether earth would really come to an end on December 21^st 2012 or is it just one of those fragmented stories which move around every now and then.

Imagine how it must be for all the final year students (me being one of them) just when they are about to finish up with their graduation studies (do take in account all the schooling we have done...those 21 years all wasted on books), there’s this bizarre news of earth ending up.

Dam it!! This is so unfair; we would be missing on all the post graduation joys, after all these years of attending those boring classes, giving those silly exams and eventually getting all screwed up with those assignments. The farewell party would be a kind of final good bye,with all of us promising to see each other in next birth or probably if your dad is rich enough like mine then may be on some other planet where we would migrate in case of the catastrophe (mind it!! Indians aren't far behind their Chinese or American counterparts, even we have a secured backup plan unlike the way it was shown in movie 2012)

Try imagining the entire scene...Mum screaming at the top of her voice and asking to pack up the bags and all the essential teeny weenie stuff because we are supposed to leave for Mars, yes planet Mars!! A little drenched in grief  she seems as she has to part away with her Pashmina stuff, sarees and the ancestral jewelry, after all everything can't be packed and taken and Dad on the other end shouting to hurry up or else we would miss the very next space shuttle going to Mars and then tickets are too very expensive to be taken again and then, suddenly there is this  familiar voice in the scene. Oh!! he’s our pet Tigger. He is one of the most wonderful pugs. Though I don’t really like animals but then he is too adorable to be hated. I am sure everybody would pity the little creature and dad would agree to take him with us. 

Coming back to reality what if all this really happens, imagine I would be blogging from Mars but then I would lose on to all my loyal readers on earth :(
I would miss my favorite hanging places here, the tasty *earthly food, the night parties, my collection of songs (I have got a good ear for music) 

All this would be so terrible but, then who knows what is there in store so better live the moment and book your tickets at the earliest.

Bon voyage for the future!!