Posts Tagged ‘Nostalgia’

Sitting on my suite middle of the night , i did not have anything better to do then give the UP and DOWN arrow buttons on the Digibox Remote a good run, first went all the way up then all the way down.. Nothing seemed to catch my eye.

The programs that I loved to watch somehow were not coming.

Some obscene serials were coming on which were not making any head or tail to me , which left me wondering was it the serials or was it Me who could not make any sense of them. Somehow for some reason i started to think.. (yeah i know , thinking and me DON’T GO TOGETHER, I am more of done it .. OOOOPS what did i do or WHY did i do it sort of guy)

So there is me thinking, in middle of the night.. wondering what can i possible do to make the otherwise boring time a bit exciting.

1. I thought I could go for a long drive.. YEAH RIGHT.. get on to the motorway driving aimlessly.. no fun.. The motorways are all lit up brightly, nothing coming in front of you so it all sounded stupid to me.

Now on other hand If it was in my hometown.. I knew exactly what I would have done.. sneaked out of the room, the front door makes too much noise so I have to be real careful opening it , I need to oil the hinge I decide every time yet it is still there making all the noise, cause if it wakes up my dad than believe me , He would still slap me even if I am 22 or 23 years old .. now if I was in UK I could have him Arrested for the assault 🙂 he he I know I am evil that way A lot of you have said that in the previous post too.

but in india it would have lead to a few more slaps.. so open the door real slowly, roll my bike off the stand.. roll it a bit further.. then ride it to my best mates house.. He sleeps in the outside room, next to the garage.. his bed is next to the window.. so I can put my hand in to shake him up awake.. ( I did that once and to my bad luck his grand-dad had come from village, i had no clue whose hair-head i had in my hand, shaking , oye  uthe jaa yaar, Uth ja (wake up , Wake up)  …

to my horror the voice came OYE kaun hai .. Kaun hai..  (Whose there, Who is There) oooops I ran so fast I could have defeated Carl lewis that day.. )

Then we both could go to morni hills.. now that is something really exciting .. driving through the narrow hill roads, every now and then two shiny eyes looking at us.. a Deer, Fox or panther.. and Us silly guys turning the bike towards it , driving to it .. narrowly missing the Khud on other side.. But hey we were not thinking then WERE WE.. thats the beauty of it .. Just do it .. pity i am still the same.. need to change …

Driving all the way up to find the Hotel up there is CLOSED, yeah right as if we did not know that when we started .. but it the fun the excitement …

Alas Here I am sitting on the Suite THINKING what to do ……..

2. I could go to a friend’s house here, ring his bell have a beer with him but then I am sure to hear him say WTF, DO you see the time Bik. Are you mad. I am sorry I got work tomorrow mate..

On Other hand If I was in my hometown, if My dad was asleep, If he did not wake up,  If there was petrol in the bike and IF I had money (toooo many If’s.. but that’s the Fun of it .. Cause today dad is not home .. so Two if’s taken care of .. Got enough petrol to reach a friends house.. Money WHO needs money ).. I could go to Vikram’s house, who sleeps on the top floor alone, the stairs are from outside as well, so no problem of waking grand-dad’s.. and I know for sure he will have money.. cause

( psssttttt….. HE IS RICH GUY… yayyyyyyyyyyy) … wake him up, he will never say WTF, he will get up and give me a big JAFFFI (hug)..

but his first words would be “Raaat bahut hai yaar SO JA”.. (Its too late, go to sleep)

I would say let’s go ..

He would look at me smiling , without a second thought he would say chal.. main aya.

His pet dialogue “Let me change my Jean”.. he says that all the time .. even if he is wearing a jean he would say “Let me change my jean”.. 🙂 then we would off course go and Shake my friend’s granddad’s Hair ha haha But today its lucky it is him alone in the room.. He would have his Bike but now we are three , not even .. so one would be alone.. Lets go wake up one more .. we go wake up babbar.. so all go together to AROMA sector 22 Chandigarh.. For a Pastry or Ice cream.. its open 24 hours.. The ice-creams they have there are WOW, especially the DREAMBOAT.. I always have that, I make Babbar also choose it, cause I know he can’t have all of it, so I get to EAT his too.. why not its the most expensive, and VIKRAM is with us.. he will pay.. CAUSE He will never say WTF.

3. I could …….. well a lot more but the rest tomorrow .. I am feeling very sleepy now, I can hear the birds outside, Not the Koyal in summers as in India, or the Maina’s .. but still birds are leaving their nests to get started for the day.. I got to sleep yet.. wake up.. get ready for work.. same old thing…

Oh I might come back tonight, if not very tired do the same thing.. leading to thinking.. and WHAT I COULD DO……..

so 3 ,4 ,5 ,6 …. some other day then…

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Pink trio

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Bhangra time

Nostalgic time , I am a very emotional person and since living in uk for so long I thought i would not get this emotional over a issue of being HOMESICK.. but today of all the days it was one of those days ..

I got up as usual 6am went around doing what i do everyday reached work around 9, the usual good mornings, gossip and all booted my machine and after replying to the work emails, getting the coffee sat down to read a blog.. That made me a bit teary..

I then went to my gmail to check my email, I had a link to a song , I rarely listen to songs at work, dont know why or what made me click the link and after the first 2 or 3 lines on the songs the waterworks started, my collegue was looking at me astonished whats happened a grown man with waterworks.. IT was one of those things where i was not crying but eyes were flooded, i could not stop .. the song went on and i cried …

I am sure you all are wondering what a horrible song it might have been, but beleive me if you listen to it you all will know what i mean..

Reminding me of my friends back home and around the world.. Anup, Babbar,cherry, ravi, vikram, ajay, ashwani ,Handle (bhupi), sandy, chander, Balli, gagan, .. that was a different time when we were in college .. nothing to worry about, having the fun of our lives studying in college well that was the idea to go and study rather it was fun time , no worry about the world, not afraid of anything or anyone  what all we did in those days …

I remember the famous dialogue of Rang de basanti movie that

Inside the gates of college We made life dance on our fingertips and on the other side of the college life has made us ,

and it is making us dance to its tunes .. and we are just dancing no matter what we do just cant stop..  all those big dreams We will do this , the time when 100 stood in front and we are just 10 the ability to say COME ON.. seems to be slowly going away Get tired so soon of the daily problems and tensions in life…

I so want to go back home GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

Jsut a few minutes ago one of my friends Vikram came online this is the conversation i had with him

 
Bik: OYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE YYYYAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Vikram: yes dear
Vikram: paaajiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
Bik: yaar good man
Bik: aj bahut yaad aa rahi si
Bik: yaraaaan di
Bik: and u came
Bik: niceeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Vikram: I know…same here
Vikram: gana suneya …
Bik: yessssssssss
Bik: chal riha hai
Bik: on a looop
Vikram: Yaar anmulee
Vikram: Asi China ja ke log tang karte..gana baja baja ke
Bik: yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
Bik: ey shabaaasheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Vikram: Great song..bahat changa hai
Bik: yes
Vikram: Cheery was just here
Vikram: we were away for coffee
Vikram: just back
Bik: yaar main aa jana india
Vikram: AAAA jaa na
Vikram: Hun tan Babbar vi aa geya chd
Vikram: BALEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Vikram: Tun aa jaaa yaaaar

cud not post all of it got a bit out of hand later… sometimes i feel why am i so , i mean you know  ah well i guess thats who i am good or bad THIS IS ME 🙂

I wish and pray for all you reading may you never have to live away from friends and make new ones,  stay away from the rooots .. its hard very hard .. all these thoughts keep coming to the mind how we celbrated lohri.. the fights and arguments to whose place to celebrate.. on holi which girls house to go to, and embarasse them…  The things we got up to.. THOSE were the days

The Gedi’s in front of the Girls college, the planning to go how to Patao a girl.. nothing use to work 😦

The canteen being the best place the whole day, the samose , the drinking of tea cup after cup…  Cholle Puri 🙂 yummmy , the constant  bickering of the canteen wala asking for money of all that was eaten … 

That reminds me i had started writing about my friends how we met and what we did , I should continue to do so ..  Why do we have to be so far away .. why cant we always stay together ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Bade chete aunde ne yaar Anmulle
Hava de Bulle
Si maujaan karde Collegi Pad-de

Oh duniya vakhri si …

Click on the song and if you know punjabi you will enjoyyyy but even if you dont you will understand 🙂

Just want to say I love you all my friends and thanks for always being there .. and to all the new friends I have made here Online , Blogosphere. God bless you all