Dancing nostalgia

Phani


khare


Poppy


maddy


Rock


PS :: I couldn't find out ranta's, nimmi's and parivesh's dancing snaps....If ane one has it,plz pass on to me(maddy)..

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Nostalgia : a photographic overview

Jab nostalgic moments ki baat hi chal rahi hai to, pesh-e-khidmat hai eak chhota sa nazrana..jo sabko ateet ki taraf le jaayegi
so here comes the snap of "being ragged" freshmen 8 rockers.


Phani


Maddy


Mota


Poppy


Rocky


Khare


Nimmi


Ranta


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Nostalgia: Part 2

When you go to a new place the first thing you try to do is to interact with people there.

When i came to IIIT i also tried to do the same.In that course, the first guy i came across was a guy from gorakhpur. As far as i can remember he was wearing red shirt and a six pocket jeans ( About his six pocket jeans, whenever he wore it, it rained ). After getting our intro and adjusting our rooms, we went to mess together and in no time i found out one very interesting and identifying characteristics of this guy. Every single sentence coming out of his vocal cord was having a very amazing pattern for the data mining guyz. It used to have more bad words than meaningful sense carriers. I thought and wondered," how can a guy vituperate so much." Leaving his bad mouth I think this guy was really a gem. The best thing about this guy, i felt was his honesty and purity at hearts. Also sometimes he became so childish and innocent that talking to him would remind you of your childhood. Only problem was his expressions which was too much invictive . I remember because of it only once he had a confrontation with Ramneek when he said something to ramneek. Though he said it lightly but ramneek took it in a wrong way. So once when he was alone, I also pointed out to him,"Dont you think you use more invective language than required ? isn't it bad ?." But after saying it to him, I dont know why but I myself felt very bad. I said to myself,"who are you to preach him what to do and what not ?.It's his life and he has all rights to do whatever he wants or whatever he says." I dont remember what were his responses on that but believe me that whole night a struggle was going in my mind as whether i did the right thing or wrong. While one part of my brain was telling that I did the right thing as i feel myself as his friend and it is a friends duty only to suggest whether whatever he is doing is right or wrong. But suddenly another thought had striked in my mind as it suggested that even the best of friends doesnt have the rights to cross the limits and havent i crossed the limits by haranguing him.

Crap thinking na..well i usually think such craps and am entangled in these struggles of minds. Thats what i am like and i cant help it too.

Anyways after someday he explained me the reason for his speaking of so many abuses. He explained that there are always some gaps between your thoughts and your expressions of those thoughts. And every individual has its own way to fill those gaps. Some (like sunil ) stays silent to cover up those gaps while ( like rakesh ) some gives a heartly smile to fill them . So his ways were to adore these abuses as a fillers for those gaps.

Those days we used to have our HEALTHY INTERACTIONS with our seniors and he was one of the most favourites BAKRA of our seniors. I heard that he wrote a STORY ( was that really a story ?? ) about none other than Preity Zinta and all the seniors were gaga over his STORY. Here I cannot stop myself from writing the fact that he writes damn good...Well sometimes i think that had he not been a software engineer he would be definitely an author.

Also those days he was made to propose probably three to four girls of our batch in DCH style. Specifically for this purpose, he was shown this movie by our seniors and he was told to get the dialogues by heart.

And yeah !! I also made him dance on the song "Jeena Yahan Marna Wahan" from the movie "Mera Naam Joker"...One of our senior ( Gautam Sood ) once asked me to sing a song and asked utkarsh to dance on that..and to his worst luck the song that striked my mind was "Jeena yahan marna wahan "..poor guy..I cannot tell you how frustrated he was as it was not a song with dance numbers..and when i started the senior told me to continue and asked utkarsh to dance on this song only..he was just moving one step forward and one backward with both hands on his chest. I really enjoyed that moment watchin him dance on my tunes ;). Those were the days .. really full of fun.

Oops !! I couldnt remember fully ..but there was some MUKTA's episode also which ultimately led tears roll down his cheek.

Well !! I remember..whole second sememster i rarely saw him in the mess..It was also not so that he used to go to restaurants or hotels to conquer his hunger rather his lunch and dinner used to be just one packet of "LAYS" chips on an average. I wondered how could he survive. It is he only who introduced me with parivesh and sunil about which i will post in the coming blogs.

The guy about which i am writing is none other than our kishan kanhaiya "Mr Utkarsh Khare" and utkarsh believe me when i say kishan kanhaiya..its not an insult..neither it is a compliment..rather it is a proof of the fact that MOST of the girls dont have a brain ;) ..otherwise how could they get impressed by you.

Well during past four years, lots of things have happend to us..we saw lots of changes..utkarsh also lost his identity ;) as he stopped using abusive words...he became more mature...we came closer to each other...we started understanding each other in a better way.. and this memoryless system ie myself has also accumulated so much memories about each one of those events influencing every single parts of our life that I can write an entire book on that.

There are a lot more things about him which i wanted to point but you all know that I am a very very BUSY person ;) , I will write about them in some other blogs.

In the end i can safely say about him that if you don't feel good in his presence it can only be because you are jealous of him . He is undoubtedly one of the best person you can ever meet.

I also wanted to quote rakesh's testimonial about him on orkut, each and every single word of which is dipped with the ink of truth.

Thoda sidha, thoda sachcha ...
harkaton se bilkul bachcha ...
Dil ka nek.. iman ka pakka ...
Hamara "Khare" sabse achcha ...


Hip Hip Khare

Nostalgia: Part 1

In my life, i have experienced many coincidences and my meeting with puspendra was also one of those.

That was the day when Roorkee's Mains was over. My examination center was in varanasi.Just after taking the exam, i set out towards station.At station, I asked a guy whether the ??? (I dont remember the name) train has left. He asked me, "Where am i destined to ?" I replied,"Patna". He told, "wow !! we (he was with couple of guys who also were stranger to him but on that station, became his "hamsafar" ) are also going to the same and btw train is on the station and it will leave in a couple of minutes. So we have to run." I told," Gimme one second, I will get a ticket for myself ." I was to rush towards the ticket counter to get one, but that guy told me that if i wanted to go for tickets it would be too late as the queue is longer, i saw the queue, it was not that long. Before I could make any decision, i found myself being literally dragged by that guy with him, towards the train. I dont know why but i couldnot oppose him. Probably i wanted to go home as early as possible so i didnt want to miss the earliest train, so i didnt oppose him. That was the first time in my life when I was travelling without ticket or WT. But I had a fear that what would happen if TTE comes to check our tickets. My heart beat was really pumping with the speed of a bullet train. But that chap, was as relaxed as if this entire train is his property. I asked him," dont you fear from TTE ? ." He replied," There is so much in life to fear from so why to get afraid from a TTE who is a gentle human being ?". After that i was also getting relaxed, and since that compartment of train had many clusters of examinees and that too mostly from places near to patna or patna itself, so everyone was doing fun. In the course of time, that chap started telling some non veg jokes. I was not used to such jokes but those jokes were funnier enough to make me and other co-passengers laugh. A station came and to my worst luck and greatest fear, I found a couple TTE's coming inside our compartment,I couldnot understand what to do ? I was shivering with the fear but that guy, still relaxed, told me,"Why are you afraid ? Nothing will happen. Just follow me." He boarded off from the train from the other gate and told me to roam about the station as if you are waiting for some train to arrive. I tried to do the same way but my eyes were fixed on the gates thinking what would happen if TTE wont come out of the gates. But to my luck, TTE came out of the other gate and went to the adjacent compartment. Seeing TTE coming out of the compartment we again came inside the train. After that, the entire journey till patna was great as no TTE came to interrupt our fun fare and also everyone was in a mood to do his share of fullest masti.It was around 2'o clock when we reached patna. By then we had already formed a group of 6-7 fun loving persons. When we were coming out of the platform, we were trailing behind some guardians who came with their wards till the examination center. We heard some noises from the downstairs and as we came closer we saw TTE was in grip of those guys behind whose parents we were coming. I was shocked and I told that guy ,"Ab to gaye kaam se. TTE ke haathon hum saheed ho gaye ab". That guy told, "dont worry". Before we could sense more and he could do anything, those guardians were shouting on the TTE's for their misbehavious/misconduct with their wards(TTE thought those were the guys who traveled WT and they were lying when they told that the tickets were with their parents who were coming behind. In the course of all this, TTE also used some abuses.). TTE was so much shocked after the verbal onslaught of those parents that he didnt even ask us of our tickets. Huh !! we in our hearts said thank to those parents and now we were out of the station. Now it was late night. Some of us had to catch bus which would leave in the morning and some had no means to go their place at that time. So everyone of us agreed to do bc(BC..I came to know of this word only in IIIT ) till the morning outside the station itself. Everyone of us shared our telephone numbers and addresses. This was my first meeting with that chap whom we now call popy or pushpam or puspendra.
Then I again came to find him on my examination center of IIIT's exam.After that day we didnt meet. And when the IIIT's results were published, he called me. And to our surprise our ranks were also closer to each other.(His was 278 and mine was 285).

Well !! The first impression which I got on the train itself, of him was that he was a very tough and also rough guy. But later on after being with him for the past 4 years, i can say it for certainty that i was wrong. He is definitely one of the most sensitive and the purest soul i know of. He rather doesnt show his feelings to other and always tries to show how rough and tough he is. But he always try to cheer up others. And that's the reason why he can make friends very easily. This is the reason i tell it to everyone that you can find many "pankaj" everywhere but it is always rarest to find even a single "puspendra" out of the oceans of humans residing in this world.

One thing i feel really bad about him is his habit of hiding his pains. He can share his happiness with you but he always tries his best to hide his griefs with even his friends.

Nostalgia

Only two months are left for our stay at IIIT . Sometimes i wonder how fast time has galloped from the first year to the fourth year. Four golden years of our life has passed away as if sand has slipped from our clutches but still i have fresh memories of all the events and incidents that introduces all of us to each other and establishes a bond which at least i feel is much much more stronger than what this world calls as a bond of familiarity. So i decided to pour out my nostalgia on this blog about each one of us, how we met each other, or what were the moments of fun as well as frustration we shared with (and against also) each other. From the next blog onwards i will write about all one by one.

Pankaj Kr Madhukar