BraiN's DraiN..

I love rains. Coz the way raindrops fall on the leaves, the earth, the roads, leaving everything rejuvenated, Coz I can sit at my window n see the rain and still have some sparkles of drops falling over my face. Cos the way I can lie down in my bed, all cozy in my sheets, and listen to the heavy rains outside and fall asleep listening to it. Cos the way I stand under the shower and suddenly chilled water falls on my head, leaving goosebumps all over me, Cos the way some bird comes for shelter in the window n flutters its wings in patterns, taking different shapes just to dry itself, Coz I have a sip of hot coffee and the combination of rain and coffee seems to be just awesome, (vodka for instance) Cos the way my hair are wet n the water trickles down on my bare back, the same way it trickles down the window glass, Cos the way I wanna snuggle bellow the sheets, trying to balance between the warmth and cold air around, Cos the way kiss seems to be as perfect as it...

Sometimes I wonder even the people u know the most or u feel it that u know them the most have some side of them which is totally unknown to u. And when u encounter that side of them u wonder if that’s real them. u start thinking or u even feel bad cos even when u so close u still didn’t know something about them. U feel bad and disappointed for not knowing it. Ur brains keeps wondering whether u aren’t worth knowing it, but isn’t that way. We the human beings are so complex so complex with our emotions. After knowing so many people in life I have learnt one thing even though u love someone, or u are strongly bonded with someone there is always a part of u which is just for urself. It isn’t necessary to make someone a part of it cos those our ur moments, ur thoughts, that’s something u have decided to keep to urself. And today when I sit and wonder what it is that I have kept to myself, what it is that no one knows apart from me, I m not able answer it. Is it really that, or I ...

Here I finished the most awaited book “Five point someone” finally. Not that I m a big dieheart fan of chetan bhagat but I read all the other books by him apart from the very 1 st one. I was introduced to him by Nikhil who wanted me to read ‘One Night @ Call centre’ (so he gifted me that one). Was a good book worth a read (and I read it twice). But this post isn’t about chetan or his books. This is about my fantasy, a lifelong fantasy which never came true. My fantasy to stay in a hostel in my student life. Isn’t that amazing, staying on your own, away from your family taking care of your own things. The freedom of taking decisions, managing your own finance, being on your own in all ups and downs. All this sounds super exciting to me. I always kept dreaming as to how it would have been if I had a chance to stay in a hostel. Not as paying guest and all but being an hostelite. Being under those restrictions, rules still finding your way out, breaking the deadlines. I strongly believe...

Don’t know why but surfed through the old snaps of mine. Old as in not real old ones, just last 5-6 yrs. Or to be precise the memories of my architectural course. Was too good of a fun seeing those once again. Everyone looked so different, we all looked like kids. The 1 st year photos are marvelous cos that was the beginning where we looked like as if all of us were from all different corners. New to all this, new to architecture , new to each other Popping our little heads out of our own cocoons. And trying to become one class, trying to become KRVI’ts (my college KRVIA) the second year snaps are fun, we actually look like pals for ages, as we belong to one big family. So innocent we were. There was n’t much of a group-lism by then. But by the end of third year we had made our small small groups, and still were a class when we had to be a class. With time we knew our differences, we knew our likings, we knew our preferences too, but on the process of knowing all of this the idea of...

Its almost two months .. Quite a long time for anyone to not blog isn’t it.. but things have way too busy in life. I had some final college submissions to make, so was caught up with that. Some family things also kept me busy. And frankly speaking I totally forgot I have a blog as well :D.. so now u should know my mind was so caught up with things. But it always feels nice to get back to the blog, my own space. Saw some comment which I didn’t check for all this time. I hope u guys had a great Diwali and loads of fun. My Diwali wasn’t to great again cos of my studies. Didn’t do much this time. And actually have lot more things to update u about..but don’t have enough time to do so.. but I m sure u ill do it soon.. n u will wait n come back to read it :D.. See you soon Take care..

I never ever thought the backyard of my house has so much that i was unaware of. These are some of the visitors i tried to capture. I really wish i knew there names. when i find time i surely try to find out. as of now just introducing u to "My Garden tails" :) If i had a better cam may be an SLR the snaps wud have been more intresting. :(

My last Sunday was too good. No no I didn’t go for any picnic or something. Actually I didn’t have any weekly off and had to go for work even on Sunday. So u thinking as to how come that makes it to be nice Sunday right? I’ll tell you. .. Actually I woke up at 5:30am unlike my weekdays when I wake up by 7:00am reason being I had a site visit to go for and the site was no where nearby but it was in Puna. Yeah!! now u know why did I wake so early. So there our journey starts to puna at 7am in the morning from Andheri .in office car with one of my colleague (sir’s wife). But it was wired cos even after waking up so early (unlike my other Sundays when I wake up by 10 or 11) I was very happy just to be out on Sunday morning cos there was no crowd in the train, on the roads, it seemed like everything belonged to me and I was the only one there. Felt very refreshing to see Mumbai roads without traffic. Like u know me , the moment I got into the back seat next to mam I started talking cos j...