Monday, February 9, 2009
Its official now.....I ve decided to try my hand at blogging.....I was wondering for quite a while whether or not I should blog...I ve always been too personal about my stuff n too shy to let them out in the open....but now I ve decided to give it a shot...what the heck!!....
I am in France right now in a beautiful little town called Rouen, an hour away from Paris. I am glad I am not in paris....the sheer number of people, cars, the noise simply freaks me out!!.....5 months back I had absolutely no idea I was going to be here....no idea I would get my chance at living out a dream!!.....Guess I was very lucky.......I always wanted to 'live' in another country for a few months at least.....and at most....I am Indian with all my heart wanting to spend most of my life in India with my family.....but I want to see new places, to discover the culture, may be even try to learn their language if possible. Right now I am making a horrible attempt at learning french...I hardly find time to concentrate on learning it!!..i am trying nonetheless:)......
Life here is far more organized and comfortable than it is in India......life here goes by the minute.....everyday I catch the 8:02am bus to the nearest metro station and the 8:17 metro to reach the college at exactly 8:55.....you can never imagine this kind of punctuality in India...another thing I ve observed here is the sincerity with which people do their work....be it the supermarket cashier, guards, police, or anybody doing any job for that matter......there is a lot we can learn from people here.....well i suppose I should save some stuff for my next blog
Au Revoir!!
Night at the Local Pub
Monday, February 16, 2009
I went to a pub here in rouen recently..... I really wanted to because I had never been to one before. ....I dont drink but I still wanted to know why people like pubbing and drinking and I wanted to know it first hand........ well recently I ve discovered that its good to try out new things until it doesnt hurt anybody else or make you lose control of yourself.....so thats why I dont like drinking.....but everybody should try everything at least once in their lives.......well forget everybody else....I ve decided to do it!!......
I ve tasted wine on the flight and beer at the pub and I find both of them HORRIBLE....our good old pepsi coke r so much more better!!......and I m never gonna drink them ever again...but I am so glad I ve tried them out.....now I know first hand why I dont like them!!.....now that doesnt mean I should also kill somebody to know how it feels like.....well common sense prevails on that one:)......
I went to the pub n we were the first people to enter at around 9pm...well it was a little embarrasing to be sitting there alone because most people only came around midnight.....I tried my hand at dancing too but I didnt like it......its not really my cup of tea:).....I discovered I m so much more comfortable sitting on the sofa n watching other people drink and dance......its so much fun just sitting, sipping your soft drink n watching people dance around.......everything was overpriced there but I wanted to try something new......I bought a beer costing 5euros....it was the cheapest stuff I could find....damn! u get the same stuff outside for 1euro..........it tasted horrible and had to give more than half the beer to my friend......
There have been a few changes to my mindset since I came to France and I think its for the better. In India I would never even think of drinking but now I realize one should never despise something without even doing it once......I despise wine,beer n all kinds of hard drinks but I am glad I despise them first hand:).......I am so looking forward to my next sojour to a club or pub.......well its pretty costly so I guess once a month would be possible.....hope so.....
I went to a pub here in rouen recently..... I really wanted to because I had never been to one before. ....I dont drink but I still wanted to know why people like pubbing and drinking and I wanted to know it first hand........ well recently I ve discovered that its good to try out new things until it doesnt hurt anybody else or make you lose control of yourself.....so thats why I dont like drinking.....but everybody should try everything at least once in their lives.......well forget everybody else....I ve decided to do it!!......
I ve tasted wine on the flight and beer at the pub and I find both of them HORRIBLE....our good old pepsi coke r so much more better!!......and I m never gonna drink them ever again...but I am so glad I ve tried them out.....now I know first hand why I dont like them!!.....now that doesnt mean I should also kill somebody to know how it feels like.....well common sense prevails on that one:)......
I went to the pub n we were the first people to enter at around 9pm...well it was a little embarrasing to be sitting there alone because most people only came around midnight.....I tried my hand at dancing too but I didnt like it......its not really my cup of tea:).....I discovered I m so much more comfortable sitting on the sofa n watching other people drink and dance......its so much fun just sitting, sipping your soft drink n watching people dance around.......everything was overpriced there but I wanted to try something new......I bought a beer costing 5euros....it was the cheapest stuff I could find....damn! u get the same stuff outside for 1euro..........it tasted horrible and had to give more than half the beer to my friend......
There have been a few changes to my mindset since I came to France and I think its for the better. In India I would never even think of drinking but now I realize one should never despise something without even doing it once......I despise wine,beer n all kinds of hard drinks but I am glad I despise them first hand:).......I am so looking forward to my next sojour to a club or pub.......well its pretty costly so I guess once a month would be possible.....hope so.....
Shisha
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Last night I smoked for the first time in my life.....well I really didnt plan to do it.....my moroccan friend just invited me over to go to this shisha parlour and I just said ok....I wanted to try it....I just wanted to know wats so special about it that its so famous......
So it was like midnight when we reached the place(the bus had broken down on the way, so had to walk almost a kilometer to reach the place).....but it was fun walking the streets, window shopping on the way to the parlour at the dead of night.......it was very crowded but we managed to find a place......it was not very different from a pub if you talk about the music....may be just a little less noisy......and there was smoke all over the place......there was this girl sitting across to me staring at somethin.....at first I thought she was staring at me...but apparently she wasnt.....she kinda had just lost herself to the shisha she was smoking.......she was sitting in the same position staring in the same direction almost for around an hour......and there was this african dude who kept making so much smoke that I had to wonder if he had somehow caught fire inside.......seriously......he made this thick long puff of smoke which seemed to fill his entire face........I spent more time observing people than smoking my shisha......after all thats what I went there to do.....to understand why people wanted to smoke it......... not why I shld or shldnt smoke.....and then I kinda guessed why most people did it......I suppose they just do it to lose themselves......in the smoke, in the music, in their own thoughts......my friend told me that if you smoke a lot of shisha it gets to your head and then u feel really light......something like what alcohol does to you......
I didnt smoke much....I didnt really like it.....it kinda felt choky from inside......but for like just 5min, I felt really light....as if nothing mattered anymore....and then as soon as the first random thought hit my mind the lightness went away and I was back into the real world......it was quite an experience......
We also had this arabic and so called Indian tea at the parlour......it was nowhere close to our indian tea......it was just hot water with mint leaves and lemon thrown into it......but the container they served it in felt really royal......they served it in this alladin ka chirag kind of a container.....I felt kinda royal sipping the tea which really was effectively just hot water....and we paid 4euros for that......wuffff.......
It was a memorable experience and its now a precious memory......a new lesson about life.....about people....and about myself....an year ago I wld never even think of smoking shisha...... but now.....I am evolving......I am discovering myself......and in a good way.....because I know I will never smoke it again.....I knew it even before I started smoking.....because to me, life is about discovering.......yourself.......the world around you......and everything that makes the people around you do what they do.....
Last night I smoked for the first time in my life.....well I really didnt plan to do it.....my moroccan friend just invited me over to go to this shisha parlour and I just said ok....I wanted to try it....I just wanted to know wats so special about it that its so famous......
So it was like midnight when we reached the place(the bus had broken down on the way, so had to walk almost a kilometer to reach the place).....but it was fun walking the streets, window shopping on the way to the parlour at the dead of night.......it was very crowded but we managed to find a place......it was not very different from a pub if you talk about the music....may be just a little less noisy......and there was smoke all over the place......there was this girl sitting across to me staring at somethin.....at first I thought she was staring at me...but apparently she wasnt.....she kinda had just lost herself to the shisha she was smoking.......she was sitting in the same position staring in the same direction almost for around an hour......and there was this african dude who kept making so much smoke that I had to wonder if he had somehow caught fire inside.......seriously......he made this thick long puff of smoke which seemed to fill his entire face........I spent more time observing people than smoking my shisha......after all thats what I went there to do.....to understand why people wanted to smoke it......... not why I shld or shldnt smoke.....and then I kinda guessed why most people did it......I suppose they just do it to lose themselves......in the smoke, in the music, in their own thoughts......my friend told me that if you smoke a lot of shisha it gets to your head and then u feel really light......something like what alcohol does to you......
I didnt smoke much....I didnt really like it.....it kinda felt choky from inside......but for like just 5min, I felt really light....as if nothing mattered anymore....and then as soon as the first random thought hit my mind the lightness went away and I was back into the real world......it was quite an experience......
We also had this arabic and so called Indian tea at the parlour......it was nowhere close to our indian tea......it was just hot water with mint leaves and lemon thrown into it......but the container they served it in felt really royal......they served it in this alladin ka chirag kind of a container.....I felt kinda royal sipping the tea which really was effectively just hot water....and we paid 4euros for that......wuffff.......
It was a memorable experience and its now a precious memory......a new lesson about life.....about people....and about myself....an year ago I wld never even think of smoking shisha...... but now.....I am evolving......I am discovering myself......and in a good way.....because I know I will never smoke it again.....I knew it even before I started smoking.....because to me, life is about discovering.......yourself.......the world around you......and everything that makes the people around you do what they do.....
la petite fille
Friday, March 20, 2009
I usually travel for around 2hours everyday to n fro my university......its pretty far from my residence......u might think its pretty boring to have to sit in the metrobus for 2hrs everyday.....I have been in this city for 3months now and I ve NEVER felt bored travelling.....in fact its the most beautiful and refreshing part of my day.....
we all find one thing or the other beautiful, amazing, motivating,etc.......its the same with me.....to me, the most beautiful part of my day is when I see a little babygirl.....it doesnt matter what she's doing where and when I see her.......there is nothing I find more beautiful......there have been a lot of days since I came to france that I felt a little sad, a little lonely.....but when I see a little babygirl.....I cant stop blushing and hoping to take her in my arms and play with her.....it doesnt matter how sad I feel.....this is one joy that nothing can take away from me......
In the morning while I was coming by the metrobus, I saw a little girl with her dad walking on the street.....when she saw a lamppost, she pivotted herself around it.....when she saw a telephone booth, she banged at the buttons as if expecting something to pop out....and everytime, her dad(who apparantly seemed to be in a hurry) tried to pull her away and make her keep walking.....but she never let him hold on to her for too long.....she was so busy exploring the wonderful world around her....and then in the metrobus there was this little girl with her mother who stared at everyone who came into the bus with a beautiful smile on her face, expecting them to swipe their magnetic card against the ticketing machine and listen to the wonderful sound it made......when I swiped my card, I looked at her....and she gave me that wonderful smile I can never forget......
I look at myself and wonder if I ever had that kind of innocence.......I then realize that probably I did......but I lost it somewhere along the way growing up.....people say that we become more mature, more capable as we grow older....but can we ever grow more innocent?....can we ever trust and smile at a stranger like the little girl did?.....we all need a reason to trust a complete stranger........but that little girl needed a reason why not to.....can you ever reason that out?.....
I usually travel for around 2hours everyday to n fro my university......its pretty far from my residence......u might think its pretty boring to have to sit in the metrobus for 2hrs everyday.....I have been in this city for 3months now and I ve NEVER felt bored travelling.....in fact its the most beautiful and refreshing part of my day.....
we all find one thing or the other beautiful, amazing, motivating,etc.......its the same with me.....to me, the most beautiful part of my day is when I see a little babygirl.....it doesnt matter what she's doing where and when I see her.......there is nothing I find more beautiful......there have been a lot of days since I came to france that I felt a little sad, a little lonely.....but when I see a little babygirl.....I cant stop blushing and hoping to take her in my arms and play with her.....it doesnt matter how sad I feel.....this is one joy that nothing can take away from me......
In the morning while I was coming by the metrobus, I saw a little girl with her dad walking on the street.....when she saw a lamppost, she pivotted herself around it.....when she saw a telephone booth, she banged at the buttons as if expecting something to pop out....and everytime, her dad(who apparantly seemed to be in a hurry) tried to pull her away and make her keep walking.....but she never let him hold on to her for too long.....she was so busy exploring the wonderful world around her....and then in the metrobus there was this little girl with her mother who stared at everyone who came into the bus with a beautiful smile on her face, expecting them to swipe their magnetic card against the ticketing machine and listen to the wonderful sound it made......when I swiped my card, I looked at her....and she gave me that wonderful smile I can never forget......
I look at myself and wonder if I ever had that kind of innocence.......I then realize that probably I did......but I lost it somewhere along the way growing up.....people say that we become more mature, more capable as we grow older....but can we ever grow more innocent?....can we ever trust and smile at a stranger like the little girl did?.....we all need a reason to trust a complete stranger........but that little girl needed a reason why not to.....can you ever reason that out?.....
Paris
Saturday, April 11, 2009
I hadn’t been outside Rouen since I came to France 4months back. .......and so the two day trip to Paris and Nice was a very welcome break from the monotony of Rouen.....my trip begun with an hour long journey from Rouen to Paris St Lazare........it might seem funny but since the day I saw DDLJ, one of Shahrukh’s most memorable films, I always wanted to see Europe, to travel by Eurail and probably even meet my cinneritaJ.....lol.....so here I was travelling in Eurail to the city of lights....it’s hard to explain how excited I felt....I felt like a little kid being taken to the circus for the first time in his life......I cldnt stop staring outside the window, I cldnt stop remembering all the days I spent dreaming that one day I’ll be zipping across Europe in Eurail, I cldnt stop remembering DDLJ....
An hour later we arrived at Paris St Lazare station and the image of Paris I had in my mind cldn’t be farther from the one right in front of my eyes. Paris is sometimes called the most romantic city in the world......they say famous painters and poets flocked to Paris in the past.....well it might have been true centuries back but talking about the present, I am pretty sure those painters would rather go to New Delhi than come to Paris. I was in Paris for just one day, but that one day was enough to make me realize that Paris is not part of MY Europe.
The most important part of any city is not its monuments, museums or the public transport, it’s the trust and helpfulness you see in people’s eyes and manners that really matters. In the metro I saw a young couple sitting by the door with the women sitting just beside the door with a handbag on her lap.....she had both her hands on it.....and as if that wasn’t enough, I saw her boyfriend/husband whatever covering both her hands and the bag with his hands too......he was scared somebody might steal the bag.....he saw everybody coming in and out of the metro with eyes full of suspicion and distrust.....I am sure they had their bag stolen before....you could easily guess that if you looked at the man’s eyes long enough......
And then in another metro station, there was this man with his family who was trying to take his bulky luggage across the narrow entry points in Parisian Subways...he was finding it very difficult...I was standing just behind him and I took a step forward to help him out with it.....but as soon as he saw me take a step towards his bag, he suddenly turned towards me and put his hands on his luggage as if I was trying to steal his bag......finally he managed to take his bag across.....and then I too went across and he gave me a good hard look, as if trying to decide whether his instinct that I was a thief was right or not....I hope to god that he chose the later......not for my sake......but for the sake of any remaining trust that might be left in the city......
I saw the Eiffel tower, Notre dame and a few other places in Paris.......they were beautiful.....but none of them could make up for the treasures the city had lost on the way to modernization.....today Paris is the most populous city in Europe.....and I guess it has lost a lot on the way of becoming one.....
I came back to Rouen two days later........with the calmness in the faces of people, beautiful little houses perched on the mountains, little children playing in the mostly empty metro......Rouen accentuated everything Paris had lost and it hadn’t....later in the day when I was crossing the road, I saw a car coming towards me and I waited for it to pass by....the lady driving the car stopped it and gently waved her hand asking me to cross....she had a smile on her face....I never loved the city more......and that day I realized I had already seen the best of Europe right here in Rouen......and I cldnt stop humming ‘Tujhe Dekha to ye jana sanam’......
I hadn’t been outside Rouen since I came to France 4months back. .......and so the two day trip to Paris and Nice was a very welcome break from the monotony of Rouen.....my trip begun with an hour long journey from Rouen to Paris St Lazare........it might seem funny but since the day I saw DDLJ, one of Shahrukh’s most memorable films, I always wanted to see Europe, to travel by Eurail and probably even meet my cinneritaJ.....lol.....so here I was travelling in Eurail to the city of lights....it’s hard to explain how excited I felt....I felt like a little kid being taken to the circus for the first time in his life......I cldnt stop staring outside the window, I cldnt stop remembering all the days I spent dreaming that one day I’ll be zipping across Europe in Eurail, I cldnt stop remembering DDLJ....
An hour later we arrived at Paris St Lazare station and the image of Paris I had in my mind cldn’t be farther from the one right in front of my eyes. Paris is sometimes called the most romantic city in the world......they say famous painters and poets flocked to Paris in the past.....well it might have been true centuries back but talking about the present, I am pretty sure those painters would rather go to New Delhi than come to Paris. I was in Paris for just one day, but that one day was enough to make me realize that Paris is not part of MY Europe.
The most important part of any city is not its monuments, museums or the public transport, it’s the trust and helpfulness you see in people’s eyes and manners that really matters. In the metro I saw a young couple sitting by the door with the women sitting just beside the door with a handbag on her lap.....she had both her hands on it.....and as if that wasn’t enough, I saw her boyfriend/husband whatever covering both her hands and the bag with his hands too......he was scared somebody might steal the bag.....he saw everybody coming in and out of the metro with eyes full of suspicion and distrust.....I am sure they had their bag stolen before....you could easily guess that if you looked at the man’s eyes long enough......
And then in another metro station, there was this man with his family who was trying to take his bulky luggage across the narrow entry points in Parisian Subways...he was finding it very difficult...I was standing just behind him and I took a step forward to help him out with it.....but as soon as he saw me take a step towards his bag, he suddenly turned towards me and put his hands on his luggage as if I was trying to steal his bag......finally he managed to take his bag across.....and then I too went across and he gave me a good hard look, as if trying to decide whether his instinct that I was a thief was right or not....I hope to god that he chose the later......not for my sake......but for the sake of any remaining trust that might be left in the city......
I saw the Eiffel tower, Notre dame and a few other places in Paris.......they were beautiful.....but none of them could make up for the treasures the city had lost on the way to modernization.....today Paris is the most populous city in Europe.....and I guess it has lost a lot on the way of becoming one.....
I came back to Rouen two days later........with the calmness in the faces of people, beautiful little houses perched on the mountains, little children playing in the mostly empty metro......Rouen accentuated everything Paris had lost and it hadn’t....later in the day when I was crossing the road, I saw a car coming towards me and I waited for it to pass by....the lady driving the car stopped it and gently waved her hand asking me to cross....she had a smile on her face....I never loved the city more......and that day I realized I had already seen the best of Europe right here in Rouen......and I cldnt stop humming ‘Tujhe Dekha to ye jana sanam’......
iDNiGHT
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
I always crave for something new, something unique, something that makes sense or sometimes not at all. iDNiGHT was one of those somethings. It’s administered by a company called iDTGV which is independent from SNCF, the French leg of the Eurail operations. iDTGV operates two kinds of train with three different ambiences, or so they call it. One of such trains is called iDTGV and the other is iDNiGHT. iDTGV is similar to the conventional TGV in terms of the speed which touches almost 300kmph. I travelled by iDNiGHT, the third ambience designed by iDTGV. It’s an overnight train operating between cities separated by at least 600-700km like Paris-Nice, Paris-Marseille, Paris-Toulouse, etc. It’s a double deck train operating at an approximate speed of 100-150kmph. I travelled by iDNiGHT from Paris to Nice on a Saturday, luckily. It has a disco cum bar cum lounge on board. Two compartments are dedicated for that. One for the bar & disco and other for a lounge for people who like to have a quite time with their drinks and if they are lucky enough, with their partners. It took 10hrs for the train to reach Nice and I must say it was one of my most memorable train journeys ever.
After spending an hour or two at my seat, I decided to check out the disco/bar on board. I went with one of my friends. We were actually 8people travelling together, but a majority of them were pretty content dozing off in their seats. I have seen discos and bars before but none of them compared to the one on board. The way the train rocked when running at full speed was what made the experience different from conventional discos. I sat at one corner of the compartment where I could see the whole place from. Soon, it was swarmed by people, drinking and dancing. I, not being too much of a dancing and drinking type, was quite content being the cameraman for the occasion. I had my handy cam on me and was recording the whole thing. It was a lot of fun and I guess the handy cam somehow excited the people. They were all cheering and waving at it. For a short while, I too danced a bit.
I observed a lot of people on board that night. I hardly had anything else to do. Sleep was a luxury for people who had a bed instead of a non-reclining seat to crash into. There were a couple of Moroccan girls at the disco. They were call centre employees and were on their way to Marseille. One of them was very outgoing and I guess she danced all the way to Marseille without a break. The other one was a little shy and spent most of her time cheering her friend on. There was also this other girl who did her best to blurt out all the English she had ever learnt to ask me where I was headed to. Later I found out that she was the bartender. I figured that out when she promptly threw my friend’s beer into the dustbin. Drinks not bought in the bar weren’t allowed, she said, with a smile on her face. But apart from that she was very friendly. I should have guessed she was the bartender from her costume and warned my friend but whatever.....he was in too jolly a mood to care about a 50cent beer.
There was also this lady, who must have been around 40, having a good time on board. She was another person who I guess didn’t bother to check out her actual seat even once during the entire night. One girl I remember most vividly was the one who probably spent the least time in the disco. She was with her boyfriend who was kind of having a hard time convincing her to dance. She was a little shy and was like really cuteJ...... (I hope her boyfriend’s eyes don’t get anywhere near this blog).....
The train reached Marseille at around 5am and it rolled further along the Mediterranean Sea passing cities like Cannes, St Raphael and finally arrived at Nice at around 9am, our destination....it was just 12hours before we took the same train back to Paris on sunday night....
I always crave for something new, something unique, something that makes sense or sometimes not at all. iDNiGHT was one of those somethings. It’s administered by a company called iDTGV which is independent from SNCF, the French leg of the Eurail operations. iDTGV operates two kinds of train with three different ambiences, or so they call it. One of such trains is called iDTGV and the other is iDNiGHT. iDTGV is similar to the conventional TGV in terms of the speed which touches almost 300kmph. I travelled by iDNiGHT, the third ambience designed by iDTGV. It’s an overnight train operating between cities separated by at least 600-700km like Paris-Nice, Paris-Marseille, Paris-Toulouse, etc. It’s a double deck train operating at an approximate speed of 100-150kmph. I travelled by iDNiGHT from Paris to Nice on a Saturday, luckily. It has a disco cum bar cum lounge on board. Two compartments are dedicated for that. One for the bar & disco and other for a lounge for people who like to have a quite time with their drinks and if they are lucky enough, with their partners. It took 10hrs for the train to reach Nice and I must say it was one of my most memorable train journeys ever.
After spending an hour or two at my seat, I decided to check out the disco/bar on board. I went with one of my friends. We were actually 8people travelling together, but a majority of them were pretty content dozing off in their seats. I have seen discos and bars before but none of them compared to the one on board. The way the train rocked when running at full speed was what made the experience different from conventional discos. I sat at one corner of the compartment where I could see the whole place from. Soon, it was swarmed by people, drinking and dancing. I, not being too much of a dancing and drinking type, was quite content being the cameraman for the occasion. I had my handy cam on me and was recording the whole thing. It was a lot of fun and I guess the handy cam somehow excited the people. They were all cheering and waving at it. For a short while, I too danced a bit.
I observed a lot of people on board that night. I hardly had anything else to do. Sleep was a luxury for people who had a bed instead of a non-reclining seat to crash into. There were a couple of Moroccan girls at the disco. They were call centre employees and were on their way to Marseille. One of them was very outgoing and I guess she danced all the way to Marseille without a break. The other one was a little shy and spent most of her time cheering her friend on. There was also this other girl who did her best to blurt out all the English she had ever learnt to ask me where I was headed to. Later I found out that she was the bartender. I figured that out when she promptly threw my friend’s beer into the dustbin. Drinks not bought in the bar weren’t allowed, she said, with a smile on her face. But apart from that she was very friendly. I should have guessed she was the bartender from her costume and warned my friend but whatever.....he was in too jolly a mood to care about a 50cent beer.
There was also this lady, who must have been around 40, having a good time on board. She was another person who I guess didn’t bother to check out her actual seat even once during the entire night. One girl I remember most vividly was the one who probably spent the least time in the disco. She was with her boyfriend who was kind of having a hard time convincing her to dance. She was a little shy and was like really cuteJ...... (I hope her boyfriend’s eyes don’t get anywhere near this blog).....
The train reached Marseille at around 5am and it rolled further along the Mediterranean Sea passing cities like Cannes, St Raphael and finally arrived at Nice at around 9am, our destination....it was just 12hours before we took the same train back to Paris on sunday night....
Days of My Life
Monday, May 11, 2009
Yesterday night, just before I was going to sleep, I realized that thousands of miles away from where I am now, some people are packing their bags and going someplace else, still thousands of miles away from where I am. Logically, it makes no sense for it to bother me. But when has life been so logical? It never has. At least not with me. I am talking about my friends at VIT, my university in India. Most of them have completed their term at university and are now going back home, forever. It makes me sad. I have been away from VIT for almost six months now, but I have never felt away from it. It never bothered me that I wasnt at the place I spent the most wonderful days of my life. But now it does. Because somehow the presence of my friends at VIT made me feel connected to it. It doesnt anymore. Three weeks from now I will be back in India and would probably be at VIT a week later. Those buildings, those gardens, those restaurants, everything would be the same. Just that its me who would be the stranger.
I have spent the best days of my life at VIT. I have had good days and bad ones. And if given a chance I would like to go back to those days, even the bad ones, if only I were given a chance to go back in time. VIT has made me a better person in many ways. It has taught me a lot of lessons in life. There have been days I have been happier than ever before or after in my life, but there have also been days when I wondered why God has to be so cruel to me. But I appreciate each of those moments, both happy and sad ones. VIT is where I fell in Love for the first time, or at least I thought I did. That was one of the most profound experiences, in a positive sense. VIT is where I have made some of the best friends I have today. And I appreciate that more than anything else. There was once a time when I thought socializing and friendship is something I might never have in my life. VIT changed that forever. How can I ever forget that? I still may not be that good at socializing because of being a little shy but my life at VIT has taught me never to regret something that even your best cannot achieve. You can never be better than your best. All you can do is to try. In short, it has taught me to be nice to myself.
There is a famous saying, that the only thing constant in life is CHANGE. I have never had the heart to accept it. But soon, I may not really have a choice.
Yesterday night, just before I was going to sleep, I realized that thousands of miles away from where I am now, some people are packing their bags and going someplace else, still thousands of miles away from where I am. Logically, it makes no sense for it to bother me. But when has life been so logical? It never has. At least not with me. I am talking about my friends at VIT, my university in India. Most of them have completed their term at university and are now going back home, forever. It makes me sad. I have been away from VIT for almost six months now, but I have never felt away from it. It never bothered me that I wasnt at the place I spent the most wonderful days of my life. But now it does. Because somehow the presence of my friends at VIT made me feel connected to it. It doesnt anymore. Three weeks from now I will be back in India and would probably be at VIT a week later. Those buildings, those gardens, those restaurants, everything would be the same. Just that its me who would be the stranger.
I have spent the best days of my life at VIT. I have had good days and bad ones. And if given a chance I would like to go back to those days, even the bad ones, if only I were given a chance to go back in time. VIT has made me a better person in many ways. It has taught me a lot of lessons in life. There have been days I have been happier than ever before or after in my life, but there have also been days when I wondered why God has to be so cruel to me. But I appreciate each of those moments, both happy and sad ones. VIT is where I fell in Love for the first time, or at least I thought I did. That was one of the most profound experiences, in a positive sense. VIT is where I have made some of the best friends I have today. And I appreciate that more than anything else. There was once a time when I thought socializing and friendship is something I might never have in my life. VIT changed that forever. How can I ever forget that? I still may not be that good at socializing because of being a little shy but my life at VIT has taught me never to regret something that even your best cannot achieve. You can never be better than your best. All you can do is to try. In short, it has taught me to be nice to myself.
There is a famous saying, that the only thing constant in life is CHANGE. I have never had the heart to accept it. But soon, I may not really have a choice.
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