Hi!
Returning after so long feels like going to the home you spent your childhood in. You have shifted from the place long back, but every time you visit it is like entering a different life altogether, a life where everything was so simple, so pure. A life where there were new fights with friends daily and the way to make up was to hug each other. A life where food cooked by mom was an everyday happening, not a once-in-four-months event. A life where every evening was spent in waiting for the next day so I could could go to school and meet my best friend again.
Aah! How has life become. Every little thing makes me nostalgic. Anyway, this post is not about my childhood. It's about a very important phase of my life called SIP process in MBA life. We have this concept called 'September Syndrome'. Now, don't ask me what it is, because I can't reveal it. You know, hashtag XL culture and such stuff. But, here's a short poem that I wrote to save yours truly from this syndrome. Tried my hand at Hindi after a long time..
Pata hai waqt nahi de pa rahe tumhe.. Par khud ko bhi kho chuke hain is daud mein..
Yaad nahi pichhli baar hase kab the.. Kisi dost se kabhi baat kab ki thi..
Purani zindagi bahut yaad aati hai par lauta nahi ja sakta.. Kuch kathin kadam badha liye hain..
Waqt de do bas thoda.. Karz rahega..
Saara kuch tumhara hi hai.. Apna kuch bacha nahi..
Aaine mein jo insaan dikhta hai, pehchaan nahi aata.. Sab kuch badal sa gaya hai..
Phir bhi umeed hai ek nanhi si..
Ek din sab thik hoga.. Pehle jaisa jab koi chinta nahi thi.. Chehre pe shikan ka koi nishaan nahi tha..
Waqt thama rehta tha, maano keh raha ho k kar lo mazze, tumhe aise dekh k achchha lagta hai..
Abhi kal hi to saath the.. Raaste naapte, bas chale jate the..
Wo zindagi bahut door ja chuki hai, par chah hai k uske saath phir jald hi honge..
Waqt de do bas thoda.. Karz rahega..
Signing off for now, hope to be back again soon this time. :)
Returning after so long feels like going to the home you spent your childhood in. You have shifted from the place long back, but every time you visit it is like entering a different life altogether, a life where everything was so simple, so pure. A life where there were new fights with friends daily and the way to make up was to hug each other. A life where food cooked by mom was an everyday happening, not a once-in-four-months event. A life where every evening was spent in waiting for the next day so I could could go to school and meet my best friend again.
Aah! How has life become. Every little thing makes me nostalgic. Anyway, this post is not about my childhood. It's about a very important phase of my life called SIP process in MBA life. We have this concept called 'September Syndrome'. Now, don't ask me what it is, because I can't reveal it. You know, hashtag XL culture and such stuff. But, here's a short poem that I wrote to save yours truly from this syndrome. Tried my hand at Hindi after a long time..
Pata hai waqt nahi de pa rahe tumhe.. Par khud ko bhi kho chuke hain is daud mein..
Yaad nahi pichhli baar hase kab the.. Kisi dost se kabhi baat kab ki thi..
Purani zindagi bahut yaad aati hai par lauta nahi ja sakta.. Kuch kathin kadam badha liye hain..
Waqt de do bas thoda.. Karz rahega..
Saara kuch tumhara hi hai.. Apna kuch bacha nahi..
Aaine mein jo insaan dikhta hai, pehchaan nahi aata.. Sab kuch badal sa gaya hai..
Phir bhi umeed hai ek nanhi si..
Ek din sab thik hoga.. Pehle jaisa jab koi chinta nahi thi.. Chehre pe shikan ka koi nishaan nahi tha..
Waqt thama rehta tha, maano keh raha ho k kar lo mazze, tumhe aise dekh k achchha lagta hai..
Abhi kal hi to saath the.. Raaste naapte, bas chale jate the..
Wo zindagi bahut door ja chuki hai, par chah hai k uske saath phir jald hi honge..
Waqt de do bas thoda.. Karz rahega..
Signing off for now, hope to be back again soon this time. :)
