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2월 23일 Before the rain falls...... It s soon going to be 2 years since he landed up in Pune, and soon it will be time to bid good bye to this beautiful city that has taught him much…
Not without any expectations and aspirations, hopes and desires, plans and programs that did he come here…some remain fullfilled, some never...though never made any tough rules or vowed to harshly stick to anything, there were ups and downs as can be expected. The moments of apprehension and anxiety did match other stream of emotions that always are his trademark.
Sitting on that wooden chair with his heartbeat taking leaps every now and then – most likely same as those other 100 sth guys most of whom would become his freinds soon – it was no time to feel good. However, having triumphed over the entrance test, what followed was some good tidings.
Before the rains fell, the first ones in pune, he surely had his tasks cut out and knew the wheres, hows, and whats to expect and awaiting him in this relatively new place.
 From the initial days of struggle to the rhythmic following up of time tables and scrupulousness in dislodging scrupulousness was part of the big game. Different colourful activites in the college, the seminars that often tested his patience level, the cultural festivals, the vociferous matches, not to forget for a moment the exams that would with all the delicacy sans mecry wipe out that smile of his.
The days of bunking and sleeping sitting in the first row (from behind though), dreaming and staring out as it pored down, the number of books he ran through as the lecturer was busy firing away existential realities and quandum physiscs and advita and hermenutics and what not…
Pune delicacy –vada paav— did certainly make his mouth water and sneak out at night and wil remember this city for this stuffy thing. His stint at kictchen -- proud to have learnt some kind of cooking and the driving liscnence he pocketed, a few articles and letters in magazines and as a finishing touch the book…somewhere along the lone came the joy of being part of the blogging world that sure added a new chapter in his life…along with it he came across a few wonderful people and is lucky to have friends in Isa, Mari, Lakshmi,Aagnishikha…and some others….
 ohh rabbits...wil miss them too...they have been so wonderful teachers...sighhh
 Been through monsoon and winter twice and would like to be back home before the rain falls next… it s been a memorable journey, with some really beautiful moments to relish and of course tinted with some bitter and forgettable incidents which will soon evaporate out as he leaves the place.
The days of farewell parties are over….the final classes with no less spirit and expectations drew the curtains down…wishing each other all best and a joyful life ahead, each departed to brood over the real tests awaiting, the exams that will draw the final line and he would be out of Pune…
No idea yet, where he will be placed next, however before the rain falls, he will be back home to savour the joy of first drops of torrential kerala monsoon. And in all the probability his blogging thus comes to an end here-- sort of lost interest... Though he will be in touch with some of you via e-mail, the others will be remembered for all the love and care you have shared (no e-ids).
Good bye and thank you very much one n all.... It s been a pleasant journey here, another sweet chronicle in the annals of his life story….the story goes on…..and might not stop before the rain falls….
  2월 15일 live backward..
A poppy that braved it s way up on a cold, windy morning spoke: Hey listen, it s so amazing out here, bright glistering rays, buzzing bees, melting fog, colourful rainbow.. Hey wake up and rise above the muck and muck that covers you, face the world that’s above you…
And spoke the skylark, Hey listen you sleepy head, it s so breathtaking up here, The rising sun, cool breeze that caresses you The lush green that is spread all over The streams running down…
Hey wale up from the darkness inside and put on your dreams…
In no mood to listen to all these lullaby He turned on the other side and slept on Nestling under the blanket…
Also dreaming of producing oil from the sun rays Denuding the rainbow and chaining the sun, Cropping the green and drying the stream…he dreamt on…
Human beings like never before are dashing ahead at an alarming speed to conquer not just whatever is on the earth, but beyond. The mad rush to match the Creation and to feel that the mankind is the best and the ultimate creation is driving them crazy. The deceptive and illusory thought that has so bonded the human mind that the earth is created for human beings give them no qualms to do whatsoever they wish…sighhhh.. 2월 12일 The history of Valentine's Day Every February, across the country, candy, flowers, and gifts are exchanged between loved ones, all in the name of St. Valentine. But who is this mysterious saint and why do we celebrate this holiday? The history of Valentine's Day -- and its patron saint -- is shrouded in mystery. But we do know that February has long been a month of romance. St. Valentine's Day, as we know it today, contains vestiges of both Christian and ancient Roman tradition. So, who was Saint Valentine and how did he become associated with this ancient rite? Today, the Catholic Church recognizes at least three different saints named Valentine or Valentinus, all of whom were martyred. One legend contends that Valentine was a priest who served during the third century in Rome. When Emperor Claudius II decided that single men made better soldiers than those with wives and families, he outlawed marriage for young men -- his crop of potential soldiers. Valentine, realizing the injustice of the decree, defied Claudius and continued to perform marriages for young lovers in secret. When Valentine's actions were discovered, Claudius ordered that he be put to death.
Other stories suggest that Valentine may have been killed for attempting to help Christians escape harsh Roman prisons where they were often beaten and tortured. According to one legend, Valentine actually sent the first 'valentine' greeting himself. While in prison, it is believed that Valentine fell in love with a young girl -- who may have been his jailor's daughter -- who visited him during his confinement. Before his death, it is alleged that he wrote her a letter, which he signed 'From your Valentine,' an ex-pression that is still in use today. Although the truth behind the Valentine legends is murky, the stories certainly emphasize his appeal as a sympathetic, heroic, and, most importantly, romantic figure. It's no surprise that by the Middle Ages, Valentine was one of the most popular saints in England and France
(someone sent me this one) TO ALL MY FRIENDS
HAPPY VALETINE'S DAY  2월 8일 love to loveGreater love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends. (John 15:13)
Laying down one's own life is not the wisdom of the world, and would be considered to be stupid. To lat down one’s life is the greatest love, come think about it…Richard Bach would say, if you love something set it free, if it comes back…and you would say thank you Mr Bach… Life is the most precious gift, giving and sharing this great gift voluntarily and happily manifest love in its genuine form without any blot of selfishness. Giving unconditionally calls for a metanoia, a transformation of mind, from the mundane priorities to that otherwise pre-occupies human mind. Giving entails selflessness, generosity, other-centeredness, openness, compassion. Laying down one's own life therefore explains and expresses the magnitude of magnanimity and selfless love one has for other other.
What is it that makes love? What is it that fails to make it love? It is love relationships that give meaning to life or vice-versa. Or is it the absence of the same that makes life meaningless?  2월 2일 to read or not to..!!With radio mirchi brewing by his side that with a tender touch wipes out all tension and worry and paints a smile (well, at least that’s what it tried to do drr guess..) with its melodies, it s heaven sprinkling down, but with the loads of books that keep him pinned down, and a bottle of water, & some kind of fruits to binge on – no chips for the time being as he is still in the recovery mode – on his study table, it would look as if his watch and time-piece are in an indefinite strike...baang bang.. And when the stuff he is reading is so incomprehensibly intriguing, xcrutiating, you get lost in it (uuff if only lost forever), oblivious of the time elapsing and the bottles being emptied…also from the branis whatever little is left....after all what relevance it is to have food or study these rubbish or even make a move, when you are elevated to a place much high – well on the chair of course – from which you get glimpse of what you otherwise see in dreams (Tare Zamin par??)!! The amazing potential inherent in human imagination as a result of reading is unexplainable. While a movie – more so if it s a movie like the strangely hit Om Shanty Om – confines you to its strict frame works, a book breaks the shackles and let you sore high to great heights – got to be a little careful if you are a dusk or sth. Such joy, such excitement, such freedom is shut close to those who are blind to the beauty of reading…. Then why on earth doesn’t he study? Screw him right away……
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