Good Old Days...

Nostalgia is an amazing thing.... It is almost always sweet.. You tend to remember the good things in your life more than the bad.. Almost everyone feels that his past was better than the present.. In high school I felt that my days in primary were much sweeter.. In college, I felt the same about school.. And am dead sure, a year down the line, I would feel the same about my days at the B-school....

Perhaps this is the reason that nostalgic songs tend to be so popular.. One of the all time greats in this regard is “the summer of ‘69”.. Am listening to it as i write this blog.. Just got the full lyrics of the song from the net too.. So this one’s dedicated to all those “good old days”....

Bryan Adams 

Summer of '69 from Reckless 1984

I got my first real six-string

Bought it at the five-and-dime

Played it till my fingers bled

It was the summer of '69

Me and some guys from school

Had a band and we tried real hard

Jimmy quit and Jody got married

I shoulda known we'd never get far

Oh when I look back now

That summer seemed to last forever

And if I had the choice

Ya - I'd always wanna be there

Those were the best days of my life

Ain't no use in complainin'

When you got a job to do

Spent my evenin's down at the drive-in

And that's when I met you

Standin' on your mama's porch

You told me that you'd wait forever

Oh and when you held my hand

I knew that it was now or never

Those were the best days of my life

Back in the summer of '69

Man we were killin' time

We were young and restless

We needed to unwind

I guess nothin' can last forever - forever, no

And now the times are changin'

Look at everything that's come and gone

Sometimes when I play that old six-string

I think about ya wonder what went wrong

Standin' on your mama's porch

You told me it would last forever

Oh the way you held my hand

I knew that it was now or never

Those were the best days of my life

Back in the summer of '69

Days of Thunder..

I had heard lots of things about monsoon of Mumbai before I came here.. So was ready for some wet and soggy times when landed in Mumbai to join the B-school, on 26th June 2003.... And I didn’t have to wait long.. In fact, I didn’t have to wait at all.... I got soaking wet at Kanjur Marg station itself.... And then got a room on the ground floor of one of the hostels.. As i entered the room, I felt more like entering a puddle, with rain water all over the place.... Thankfully, I was able to shift rooms immediately... And moved to the top floor.. And what happened then??.... You guessed it.. Seepage from the roof......

It must have been a month before I first saw the Mumbai sun.. The rains just kept coming.. and coming.. and coming.... At times, it was difficult to even figure out what time of the day it was.. But after a while, I began to enjoy it.... during monsoons, my B-school, with all it’s majestic greenery, scenic lakes and contoured roads, looks even more like a hill station than it usually does.. reminds me of Darjiling....

Looking back at Vihar lake from the top of MDP hostels, you almost feel being transported into Jurassic Park.. Thick jungles, lakes and constant rains.. All you need are some monumental creatures to complete the picture.. It’s quite unbelievable that such exotic natural magnificence can exist right in the midst of a bustling metropolis.. All this prompted one of my friends to comment one day, “wish we had a 5 year MBA program here….” don’t know about others, but I for one would not mind it one bit..

Windmills of the Thoughts..

It was about 3 months back that Sallu gave me the idea of creating a blog, saying that blogging helps improve writing skills.... I’ve always enjoyed writing.. And it didn’t take me long to come up with a blog of my own.. Not as a way to better my writing skills, but just to reflect on the goings-on in my life.... Since then, I have been wandering into my mind space in this forum.. And it's been a most wonderful experience.... Just thought, why not blog about my blog today......

I have been reading blogs of many friends recently.. Some like to share their feelings.. Others, their ideas and philosophies.. And others just treat it as a daily log... what do I do?.. Well, a bit of all these.... I treat my blog at a real-time autobiography..

My blog has been gaining in popularity faster than i expected.. Friends like Sabya check it everyday.. People have told me that they hit upon “my” blog while searching for “their” name in Google.. I have received some really touching comments from some of my mates.. Although I don’t think I deserve half of the pleasantries they hav heaped on me, but I will take them any day.....

For me, the blog is a wonderful way of writing what I feel, and feeling what I write.. These days, I can always find time to blog on a regular basis.. wonder if I’ll be able to sustain it as life rolls by.. But will definitely try to be at it for as long as I can..

Maybe.. 20 or 25 years down the line, when I can look back at the stuff i’ve jotted down in these days, I would be able to reflect back on my experiences and thought processes of the present, and ponder on how life had changed over the years......