Finally the "most eligible bachelor" from our batch in Cambridge :-) is getting married today .. Wish him all the best for his married life .. May God bless him and his wife! Happy wedding ceremony Dr Koshy Eapen! 

One more Sunday!

Getting up with a wake up call from someone you would love to hear in the morning is always a welcome experience .. specially when it's a Sunday ..

Yesterday I spent atleast a quarter of the day on phone .. from different people around the world .. and so was feeling very fresh even at the end of the day .. and sat with my diary .. for I had to write so many things .. thought writing a few letters as well bu the stupid stomach pain stood as an obstacle ..

they celebrated Holi yesterday .. giving the hostel a dirty look .. in the corridor, bathroom, stairs even in the elevator .. it was full with mud .. as a result of the famous mud-bath that some people enjoy after playing with colours .. I was away from room for the first half of the day and had to come back in the afternoon to sleep as I was feeling uncomfortable .. and I thought of sleeping .. numerous calls coming from around the globe did not allow me to sleep but I had no complains for them ..as they only made me happy ..

I may have some repulsive feelings for the event of yesterday but the very fact that it brought joy to the people close to me made me feel glad ..

Now I am again in the same place .. writing my blog on another Sunday .. one of the dull days in the campus .. reading other friends' blogs and writing my own .. these sundays I really want to spend for myself .. writing letters .. reciting poems .. listening to music .. chatting with people I would love to .. or just day-dreaming ..

but the assignments .. "Oh! The cursed word!" .. do not let me do that .....

best friend !

"Late night radio
Take it everywhere I go
My best friend when I'm lonely
Is my late night radio .."

John Denver

Dry leaves .. in context of the blog written on 17 March .. as promised! 

Denver .. once more!

Looking for space
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On the road of experience, I'm trying to find my own way.
Sometimes I wish that I could fly away
When I think that I'm moving, suddently things stand still
I'm afraid 'cause I think they always will

And I'm looking for space
And to find out who I am
And I'm looking to know and understand
It's a sweet, sweet dream
Sometimes I'm almost there
Sometimes I fly like an eagle
And sometimes I'm deep in despair
All alone in the universe, sometimes that's how it seems
I get lost in the sadness and the screams
Then I look in the center, suddently everything's clear
I find myself in the sunshine and my dreams

And I'm looking for space
And to find out who I am
And I'm looking to know and understand
It's a sweet, sweet dream
Sometimes I'm almost there
Sometimes I fly like an eagle
And sometimes I'm deep in despair

On the road of experience, join in the living day
if there's an answer, it's just that it's just that way

When you're looking for space
And to find out who you are
When you're looking to try and reach the stars
It's a sweet, sweet sweet dream
Sometimes I'm almost there
Sometimes I fly like an eagle
But sometimes I'm deep in despair
Sometimes I fly like an eagle,
like an eagle
I go flying flying

Back home again!

Should have written this three days back! Could manage to find time and the energy to write it.

Coming back to TIFR seems to be like coming back home these days .. but the memories of the last fortnight is difficult to put aside! It was a wonderful stay at Chandigarh. I admit the facilities were not up to the mark but still the general ambience .. I liked a lot. It's always good to find some open space .. some greeneries after being captivated in a small area for so long.

TIFR also has changed its look.. the empty trees have got back their new green leaves .. the walls in the A Block building have got some freash coats of white wash .. the weather has changed significantly .. it's become more humid, warmer and the evening breeze has become more soothing .. (though I could not go to our sea shore yet!)

Yesterday sitting in my table in the hostel room I noticed the tree in front of my window has dressed up with white flowers .. the same one was barren when I left .. it gave me such a nice feeling .. suddenly spring has come to TIFR it seems .. as they are going to celebrate the festival of HOLI (which I am so scared of) day after tomorrow ..

Only things that did not change were the same old faces, same office .. same work .. books .. lectures and my own machine .. all of them were waiting for me for the last two weeks .. and apparently looking happy to receive me among themselves ..

I am trying to get back to the old rhythm .. but some emotions attached to the campus I have just said adieu to, in the city beautiful, are still making me walk down memory lane .. I can't help avoiding it .. nostalgia is my second nature!

Cambridge - reminded!

Today I went out in the afternoon .. this was not the first time I went out in the city beautiful - Chandigarh .. but today was different. The weather was too perfect to drive anyone out of the four-walled boundary .. and when I went out to the streets I could not help remembering my good old Cambridge days.

It was very windy .. making me feel a bit cold .. the sun was always there in the sky but hardly one could feel its existence. It was cloudy, too .. but the wind was overwhelming .. the trees were unable to hold their leaves ..

as one walks pass the broad roads .. stepping on the dry leaves on the footpath .. the very sound that comes out is perhaps one of the most soothing feelings one can have .. and I could not help remembering the days I have spent walking on the backside of my college, St Edmund's .. the narrow curved path that opens to the New Hall .. the iron gate .. our famous border .. with which I have so many memories associated to ..

or on the pedestrian path in the backs, by the Queen's Road, leading towards the University Library.. the memories are so vivid in my mind that I can at once be there in my Cambridge days in early winter .. the footpaths full with the fallen dry leaves .. a cup of coffee in a coffee shop that overlooks the street through its glass door where one sees a small tree getting rid of its dry leaves at once takes you to the hight of creativity .. you discover a writer or a poet in yourself!

And that reminds of the picture that my friend once took .. the dry leaves gathered in front of the iron gate .. the snap which I laughed at the first time I saw it .. and later on began admiring the idea/romanticism that went into it ..

Returning home in the evening with a heavy heart .. for such a lovely spring evening has passed by .. for the fact that my nice stay here in this beautiful city is coming to an end .. again I shall be there in the 'madding crowd' .. all these thoughts were making the 'coming back' even more emotional .. perhaps it was the perfect ending to a nice short chapter of my life .. of new experiences .. of new friends and new surroundings .. all the things that I am leaving behind .. taking along with me some sweet memories that I shall treasure forever ..

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By and large it was a wonderful evening .. a nice feeling that I had after a long long time .. the unkonwn musician blowing the pipe on the Bridge street (in Cambridge) near the Boot's shop .. the music that I never admired when I was there .. is coming to my mind .. a memory that is so tangible .. I wish I could have been there with my friend in one the many random walks that we would have had ..

one repentance .. that I could not photograph such a wonderful evening in my camera .. but after a second thought I have come to the realisation .. that it is perhaps better not to have everything stored in a machine .. for then it becomes too formal .. rather keeping these memories to myself is a better option .. It's foolish to 'machinise' your feelings .. you simply can't do that!

Going places

Going to Chandigarh, Panjab University, for attending a school for two weeks .. but I am in a total picnic mood .. after a long time I am going to some new places in India .. some part that has been hitherto unexplored .. so feeling very excited about that.

Hence writing blog may get interrupted in the next weeks ..

ciao

Norah

Song: Come Away With Me
Artist: Norah Jones
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Come away with me in the night
Come away with me
And I will write you a song

Come away with me on a bus
Come away where they can't tempt us
With their lies

And I want to walk with you
On a cloudy day
In fields where the yellow grass grows knee-high
So won't you try to come

Come away with me and we'll kiss
On a mountaintop
Come away with me
And I'll never stop lovin' you

I want to wake up with the rain
Falling on a tin roof
While I'm safe there in your arms
So all I ask is for you
To come away with me in the night
Come away with me

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People talk about so much abt this song .. so thought of putting it here .. it is all right .. a nice romantic song .. but NOT the best that I have ever heard ..