Delhi ki sardi!

Last year I was dreading winters. Initially I used to hate winters. I am a 'sunny' kind of person - ample sunshine,  warm weather and bright days. But one year in Delhi and I fell in love with winter.
Winter @ Delhi is so much different than winter @ Nagpur.
Fall in temperature, fog and smog, numbness in limbs, wearing layers and layers of clothing, heater in room and anytime-chai time...
MDI is the loveliest place at a cold winter night. Stroll in tree lined roads of MDI, totally packed in my winter wear, with a hot fuming chai in hand, moonlight filtering through fog and unending chit-chat. Its Awesome!
Yesterday morning I woke up at 9 and I saw this from my balcony -

It was beautiful....
:)
finally the fog melted at 10.30am and later that day I came to know temperature of previous day - it had dropped to 1.8 degrees.

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Helter-skelter

That must be the most funniest incident experienced by me in a classroom.

A dull Saturday morning class, started at 8.30am, supposed to end at 12 o'clock - sleepy classroom, prof is repeatedly failing to make people respond to questions. The minute hand of wall clock is just not moving! 

Still one whole hour for class to end.

Tadaaaaa....

Two pigeons zoom into classroom from nowhere. They are confused, and keep flying here and there. Suddenly professor squeaks and class is slowly getting out of sleep-zone to trace origin of the strange sound.

Professor asks CR to perform his duty - Call someone from administration to shoo away the birds.

Promptly two representatives of administration come to class. Eureka! They have one awesome solution to drive away birds - Switch on the fans!

And then "those crazy 5 mins" began. 

Birds everywhere....and admin men after them. some of the now awake sleepyheads joined the bird-shooing gang, and professor at the door of class..

Finally, after some crazy minutes, birds and admin men were out, prof was in and students were back to sleeping den.

But with all this excitement professor decided to call it a day. 

A pathetically boring morning turned into most exciting class ever.

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अलविदा

मी SRKNEC  मध्ये final  year  ला असताना लिहिलेली हि कविता.

आयुष्य एक वळणावळणाचा रस्ता, बदलत्या चित्रांचा चल-चित्रपट बोलका,

दोन्ही बाजूंना सुख-दुखाची झाडं, येणाऱ्या जाणाऱ्यांसाठी मात्र उघडी ठेवा कवाडं

रस्त्याच्या सुरुवातीची असते सगळ्यांनाच जाण, पण पुढचा मात्र नसतो कोणालाच थांग,

तरीही पुढे पुढे जातच राहायचा असतं, पण प्रत्येक वळणावरून मागे नक्कीच बघायचं असतं,

पुढे जाताना ठेचकाळणं, दुखावणं असतं, पण मागे बघताना मन खरच सुखावतं,

आठवतात लहानपणाची कोडकौतुक, शाळेतल्या खोड्या आणि अभ्यासाची वह्या- पुस्तकं,

शाळा संपली, होती कॉलेज ची ओढ, फुलपाखरी दिवसांची आणि स्वप्नाची होती त्याला जोड,

कॉलेज मध्ये मात्र drawing sheets नी खूप रडवलं पण मित्रांसोबत मजा करणं कधी नाही सोडलं,

कॅन्टीन मधल्या गप्पांना रोज स्वल्पविरामच असायचा, उद्याच्या पेपर चा अभ्यास मात्र आज रात्रीच करायचा,

हि चार वर्षं वाळू सारखी सरली, आता फक्त आठवणीची संगत उरली,

संपले कॉलेज चे दिवस, संपली चढा-ओढीची गम्मत, आयुष्याच्या चढा-उतारात जाणवू दे मैत्रीची रंगत,

दिवस जातात वर्षही सरतात, रस्त्यांचेही बदलते चित्र, एकाच मागणं मागते, असेच फुलू दे आपले मैत्र. 

आज अचानक खण आवरताना हातात आली.कॉलेज सोडूनही आता जवळपास २ वर्षं होत आली. आता तर postgraduation संपायचे दिवस जवळ येताहेत. तेव्हा पण परत असाच पोटात गोळा येईल, वाईट वाटेल, पुढे काय होईल-आयुष्य कोणत्या मार्गावर नेईल याची उत्सुकता असेल पण त्याच बरोबर हे सोनेरी दिवस संपले याची खंत पण असेल.  पण आत्ता या क्षणी का त्याचा विचार करायचा? अजूनही माझे हे दिवस संपले नाहीत...

so enjoy baby...these days will not come again..

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