My 7 Havens!

7 places I absolutely love with or without reasons :)

1. Defence colony, Ambajhari, Nagpur - The green and calm neighbourhood. The place where I made friends for life, KV (my school), ATS ground (The most happening place for us), Chota park (Small Park) and Bada park (Big park), Dance class, each and every street. I spent 15 years of my life their and still relate to that simple living. Accomplished a lot of things and was famous also. :D

2. VasantRao Deshpande Hall, Nagpur - I gave my first performance there. The anxiety and the excitement all combined, moments before my performance and the loud cheers and applauses of people when I strike the final pose... is definitely the best feeling and my craving never ends.

3. YCCE, Nagpur - The place where I had entered with lots of dreams and confusion (which by the way is always there). Fights, friendships, love, celebrations, laughter, The Quest... it all happened here. Wish to go back and study a bit more... Naah, no way! More fun sounds more like it :)

3. Reliance Stairs, Bavdhan, Pune - Away from the hustle and bustle of the surrounding, dark but full of colours we painted it with. Cold but filled with the warmth of the people around. Long chats, birthday celebrations, emotion overflowed at times, reunion with friends.. everything happened there.

4. Flat no. 4, Shyamla Regency, Pune - Definitely a home away from home irrespective of the amount of time i spent at home. (You can stop nodding Yammy :P). A place where humanities evolved and crashed at times. :)

5. Sus Road Tekdi - Actually there are 2 of them. When i discovered the first one with someone, nothing looked more beautiful than that place, that very evening. The other tekdi was more like a relax and retrospect kind of a place. Amazing just amazing!

6. KPIT cafeteria - I would always get the much needed upliftment of spirit there. My first job's first cafeteria! The eventually "it turned out long" short breaks, over a cup of tea/coffee with cookies, laughing about nothing, try to console each other when bosses/work made our life hell, meetings (yes we had serious, all work, tea meetings :)).
Just for all that, I want to come back.

7. The outings - Though I love all the outings I managed to be a part of while in Pune. But playing fair to mention just one place, I would say the best one was definitely the Konakan bike entourage! Sheer bliss. :D

Ended up giving detailed reasons here. :P
But I loved doing this.

Keeping up with the tradition I now tag:

Varghese - http://dopedwithenthusiasm.blogspot.com/
Veeru - http://veerendrashirole.blogspot.com/
Aniket - http://dopedwithenthusiasm.blogspot.com/
Robo - you can mail it to me or start a blog with this for which I am earnestly waiting.
Debo - I would love to read you list too.
Praveen - http://apostateblogger.blogspot.com/

Waiting...

That thing called LiFE

Life unfolds itself at its own pace!

well.. He thought otherwise and set out to prove it.
What happens when we decide to uncover all the hidden mysteries on our own?
What happens when we try to deviate from the usual course of our life. Destiny might have been defined and inscribed in a stone tablet even before we were born. But, his tablet fell down and broke into pieces. He apparently didn't take care enough to preserve his predestined future.
He chose to be a rebel, he chose to explore the unexplored.

He was alone. All the people he was supposed to meet according to his destiny were lost and crushed with that stone tablet.
He set out on a new mission, a mission he called "Life"!
He came across hurdles, he saw the creation in his own light. It felt almost as being born again.
It was a strange game because though he couldn't see anybody around, all the people were there right where he had left them. But blinded by this light, that he had found and all the images and memories crushed with the stone, there was no one to hold his hand, no one to correct his mistakes, no one he could run to.
He was excited but scared also.
He was full of vigour but his fears were paralyzing at times.
He was all new but felt stale inside.

He used to run all day, run hard, run for getting his life back. At nights he would sleep but that was no good either as his dreams were madness. He couldn't make sense of all this. He couldn't recognize the characters in his dreams. There were voices from the past. At times he could hear
someone crying. At times a hand stretching towards him, desperately trying to hold him, desperate faces trying to take control of things.

Wiping the sweat beads every morning, he gathered all his strength and set out to make something fruitful out of all this ordeal. He still had one connection intact and as strong as it could be that helps him carry on.
His teacher, his God!

This post is dedicated to all the teachers I've had and to life (which definitely is the best teacher)!

Happy Teacher's Day!