Pluviophiles

"A massive dust storm hit the Delhi NCR region around 5 pm. The dust storm accompanied by dark clouds was so severe that it blocked out the sun almost completely and brought visibility down to zero, and brought with it much needed rainfall to the region which had been sweltering under the oppressive heat for the last five days"

Shattered glass.

Wet people.

Crazy wind.

Sliding over the water.

Shivering in the end of May!

Well, since my first year at college has been so adventurous and unordinary, there was no question of it ending in an ordinary way.

I am talking about this day, which is 2 days before my end semester exam! (Actually 3 for me) when we were all, peacefully trying to study in the library.
Note again- ‘trying’ to. :P

The fun started at 4:45 when it got stormy, and dark like night. We went out, just because.  Actually we were curious.  It had been a  sunny, hot, terrible day by the way!

In a jiffy, my friend pulled me in the rain, and I wondered how amazing it is that I had my slippery slippers today. I was slipping after each step. It was all dark. Nothing to be seen clearly, and had I slipped there, I would have stopped only near the administrative block. Also I realized that we had somewhere lost Joshi in the storm. :O

So, we happy pluviophiles, hand in hand marched bravely ahead, reveling in every raindrop.

I can see the look on your face Sinha, “People get wet in the rain. So? What’s so great about that?” But you should have been there. Water pouring, hail, thundering, lightening, wind blowing at 60,000 miles/hour (You can remove few zeros if you feel like it!) And we were shivering when, few hours earlier we were dying in the heat. How amazing it felt in all. It was beautiful! The best part was that, for a few minutes, we had forgotten all our worries.

During such a dangerous end of the semester time, it felt so good to see happy faces again. (Actually it was dark, but I have proof the faces were happy) :P

The only person unhappy was a guy from my class, who doesn’t like it when it rains.

We came back, dripping from head to toe, slipping at each step, people smirking, staring at us. 

And we found Joshi again. Yayy. She told me stories about the time when she went to Shillong. That’s when she said something very beautiful about beautiful moments. It’s moments like these, when we are truly happy from inside, when we don’t care to bother for a moment, which we cherish the most in life. She wanted to rewind these few moments again. So did I. So did everyone else, except that guy, of course, who was still standing far away, watching us, and looking disgusted!

And slowly as the rain ceased, it started getting brighter. And NIFTEM never looked more beautiful! :')

Except the tabaahi part, of course, which we saw once we came back to the hostel.

The only bad thing that happened was all Adhithiyan’s fault, because his cellphone doesn't have camera.

You’re going to get punished for this soon, Aadi! Pretty soon :D

So, what was your happy, all of a sudden event, which made you forget your troubles for some time?

Hope- Part 2

Hello and welcome again to The Blog Without a Name!
Before you start reading, if you haven't read Hope- Part 1 , I want to tell you that this post is nothing related to hope in any way.
A week ago, I had written something. And as I see it, some people are waiting to read its next part!
So, without any suspense, in clear and simple words, my work was successful.
(I told you I would be jumping up and down with happiness, but I'm not, because I don't feel like it right now. It's too hot here and I want to go back to Shimla again)
It took a lot of hard work, but then I was very happy when I finally made it :')
Finally, now that this journey ends, I would like to thank the following people

• Apoorva Joshi, Anurag and Anshul, for their constant moral support.
• My brother, for not laughing at me when I told him about all the tabaahi I did at Shimla
• My Dadima and Amma♥ for super nice food when I stayed.
• Anaahita, for not killing me when I threw her Doraemon out of the window (accidentally, of course!)
• That ma'am, for rejecting my application twice, otherwise, things would have never happened on time!
• The little help which some amazing strangers kept giving, unknowingly. 
• And most of all, Papa for countless things, and Amma as well. ♥ 

Well, the last week was amazing.
Actually since January, after the start of my second semester, I have been getting goody, nicey, surprises every now and then!
And due to this reason, I have changed my alarm tone to Zindagi ek safar hai suhaana (Life is a beautiful journey). And I have started enjoying these little surprises that come along the way. It keeps my day going :D
But at the moment, I'm  in a pretty not so goody-nicey mood. Yes. I have exams in two weeks. (Not that I ever start studying until that very day)

I have a lot of good stories to share, but not now. More when I get some time.
It's time to save the semester.
(But before that, I have an oil painting competition at my college, and since the great artist in me has now woken up, I am going to take part in that)
Q: So, what did we learn today?
A: That I finally changed my alarm tone now. And I get very happy when it plays in the morning! :')
Bye! :D

Hope- Such a pretty word!

Sitting back and relaxing on this fine Saturday afternoon, contemplating over the dearest memories of mine.

Well, that sounds way too pleasant than what it actually is!
Actually, getting roasted in this heat on this HOT Saturday afternoon, sweating and wishing for some
snowfall, here I think about the earliest of the memories I can recall.


So, in this world so uncertain, there is risk involved in everything.
However planned, organised, directed, or controlled you may be, but oops! You can never be sure of anything.
And in my case, every decision that I EVER made, was risky and every single time, only the unexpected has happened.
(This includes important things like college admission, or deciding for 2266, leaving it late and the not so important ones, which are inappropriate to publish here :P )
It may be a good surprise, or a bad one, but by now, I have been conditioned to think that whatever I think is never going to happen!
It feels very bad, when you want something, but apparently, that thing doesn't seem to want to happen!
Anyways,


Humans are very strange! A tiny piece of hope is ALWAYS alive in the tiniest corner of their hearts. It's the inner voice secretly hoping.

Ummeed par duniya qaayam hai, they say.
Even though it is being tried a lot to make it happen, this time things are not really in my hands.


So what am I going to do? I'm going to hope, pray, and sleep!
Let things take course like God wants them to.
So, did my wish fulfill or not? We'll come to know in my next post.
Then I'll either be in a super happy - jumping mode, or the usual cribbing mode
Haha!
But in the end, whatever may happen, there's one good thing.
Even though every event turned out to be opposite to what I planned, it was always good.
( Or maybe I learned to accept it as good, what do you think? )