Songs for July

I am a Hindi songs buff. The typical kinds who plug in earphones and walk on roads as if they are 70s ka heroes contemplating life and losses. A good number of times it is natural but then sometimes there’s acting skill at work. On other times I would be lying on the bed watching TV and get onto 9XM and it plays “Balam Pichkaari” and I’m jumping my way off with wackiest expressions. You get me,right?

I love Hindi poetry and when words get weaved into lyrics then music,that’s magic. I enjoy tracing a song’s backward journey-when it was just a collection of words.
For English songs I am a novice. I caught up on few famous numbers only to survive among people who think English songs and GOT are essentials of existence.

So here I have a list of 10 songs that I have given my heart to this July. Do tell me in the comments section if you like any of these:-

1) Raske bhare tore Nain
  Shafqat Amanat Ali, Satyagraha

This singer injects the words in your blood. If you have listened to ‘Fir le aaya Dil‘ you’ll know what I mean.
Raske bhare…  catches you at the first note. Classical,soulful and perfect chakna to your chai.



2) Nain Parindey
  Shilpa Rao, Lafangey Parindey

You know Shilpa Rao’s husky calming voice from ‘Manmarziyaan‘. She grabs you,holds your nerve and takes you wherever the song goes.And the lyrics work wonders to a dreamy heart.
       “पंख झटक ये उड़ जाएंगे
       सपनों को अपने घर लाएन्गें
       मगरूर बडे मतवारे नैन
        नैन परिन्दे पगले दो नैन”


3) A Certain Romance:-
   Arctic Monkeys

I got introduced to this phenomenon called Arctic Monkeys very recently(what a pity!). What I loved about them is that they know the things they do are not supposed to be that way.They do it nonetheless. And so wonderfully. This particular song,I love it for the guitar and bass. Lyrics secondary.

4) Saawan Bairi:-
   Rahat Fateh Ali Khan, Commando

Monsoon. Rahat Saab. Sigh.
I have come along to admire Mayur Puri as a lyricist. He is so versatile. Does the peppy numbers as good as the deep ones. This song has some really passionate and power phrases and intimidating imagery.
   “छू लू जो, तुझे छू लू तो,
     खुद को ही चुभ जाऊं”



5) Mere Piya Gaye Rangoon
  Shamshaad Begum, Patanga

There’s no way you do not recall her when you think “Retro”. The millenial kids would know the remixes of her songs with the dance steps. That also introduced us to Deepal Shaw,Barkha Bisht, Sophie Chaudhary, Tanushree Dutta. This song has all it takes you tickle your funnybones.

Oh and here we are,dancing it off 😛

6) Million Years Ago:-

There are days when I have played this song for hours on loop. There’s melancholy,there’s nostalgia and there’s an attitude to it. Each single line telling a story of its own.
   “Learning to run
    I let my heart decide the way
    When I was young
    Deep down I must have always
    That this would be inevitable


7) Sau Tarah Ke
    Jonita Gandhi, Amit Mishra Dhishoom  

You don’t listen to this song. You watch it. Because,Jacqueline. How could somebody look so so sensuous and cute the same time? That’s teaching. The song is mean,peppy and a for sure entry to party albums this year.



8) Woh pehli baar

Shaan means old school romance to me. His voice is love. He breathes soft magic to words. And this song has an absoulte charm about it;takes you to the lala land.

9) Behke behke nain
    Anushka Manchanda,Aisha

Have you heard this song? No? Do it on priority. Maybe they do jazz on such music. The music just matches pace with your heartbeat and then raises it and plays around. Anushka’s voice is sexy. That would still be an understatement. And Sonam looks like a dream in it.


10) Awari
      Soch,The Band. Ek villain

The word Awari itself does something to thoughts. The music is enticing. Lyrics so deep and painful,you almost cry. And Prachi Desai. Sigh.





As the night descends

It’s 7:30 in the evening. The sun has gone down and there is an after taste of the light. Enough light to see people move. Enough to watch trees sway to the mild breeze. Not enough to call a place my own and succumb in there for the night. It has been a rainy day. My favourite kind,yeah. And I spent my time till the afternoon out there in the city because I had been longing to do that and because the dryness inside was mind numbing. I spent the morning treading on the Lodhi Road and finding Jamuns from trees. The rain continued. The umbrella was only a means to act sane. I then grabbed a lunch in Satya Niketan with a friend.


On the Lodhi Road



Satya niketan cafe(Canteen)

As I now watch the evening turn dark,I want to remember how I felt yesterday. Or the day before. This is probably the most excruciatingly painful(to say the least) bunch of months I have seen. You know how you have a certain belief that this is just a little phase but then it stays. You feel that it is abnormal and unfit and it would go. But it stays. It stays to become the normal and all your optimism gets convicted.

Relationships are a muddle. An oreo mud cake. Some parts crunchy,some gooey,some sweet,some sweeter,some having the tad bit bitterness of the dark chocolate. But there in your soul,they are satisfying. You are always so full and yet there is room for more. I had known relationships in no other way. But in past few months I have seen them turn one flavour of bitter. No matter how much love they are fed they have turned resistant. Worsened. That’s not even the worst part. To see the happiest hearts come and utter words of despair on my shoulder,is probably the most disappointing feeling ever.

The nights as they progress bring dreams or not. The relationships as they lopside sure do break them. To see ruthlessness,insensitivity,egoistic battles all around you all the time,makes you all but thirsty for love. That denied,wraps it all up.

Could I call the night my own? Have you ever? Hasn’t it always been there for you? Days bring so many emotions and people to us but on most nights we are solitary dreamers. Nights serve as a travel bag where we pack everything that we owned,or were gifted or took as a memoir. But that bag,is solely ours. I do wish to call the night sky mine for I can whisper away everything to it.

The dilemma however is,would it be the same sky tomorrow morning? Would the whispers linger around or come back to me?

I so wish none of you have ever felt this.

Love and hope


The sky from where I see

For the love of love

I love love. Love in any form. And I believe that the easiest magic to create and find is love. Watch your mother smile,just goddamn give that brother a glass of water,call your best friend(ok give a missed call) and ask him if he’s fine and end up talking about a silly crush you had few years ago,watch the sky build up clouds,listen to kids talking among themselves when one thinks he can explain the intricacies of terrorism to the other and goes about describing devils and angels..There’s love everywhere. At times I have found love when I have been scolded for being lazy and rather than reverting back I have foolishly smiled at all the wonderfully cuss woven words thrown at me. I don’t know why but if there’s one thing I really wish to accumulate and spend throughout my life,it just has to be love.

I have been told that I go overboard with that and I end up messing things. To which I have no answer. Honestly I have messed up only once in life and that remains the most glorious mess I could ever imagine to exist in my life. Here’s the quirk-The cause and cure of that mess was love yet again. Thankfully,it is all sorted now. All the other times,I do not want to call them messy. I surely have lost people. Some may even have grudges against me(though I don’t hold any). I have given crazy amount of love and importance to people who do not even reply properly if I text now. But somehow that fails to hold me back. I still text them few days later to ask if they’re fine. There was a time when I texted out of love and in return I got cold,harsh,demeaning replies of a headstrong narcissist. That couldn’t stop me from letting him know that I still think of him(although I mended my ways). At times I want to question myself,as in, “Hello Archi,woman do you have any form of self value?”. But isn’t it a life too short for talking to ourselves only and not letting ourselves loose to love?

However,yesterday as I talked to a friend( whom I valued way too much at a time and he just didn’t get it so he had mastered the art of being rude) I realized that something is flawed in the whole concept of love these days. Here we are talking about the Man-Woman love. The romantic and everlasting kind of love. So as my friend and I kept talking,I suddenly began to feel negated. I asked him about his love life and he told me he’s looking for someone of his caste. I pointed out that for someone who has had impressive education and is doing well,this is a little baffling search. So I told him that ultimately compatibility matters. To which he said that compatibility can be built with time but if while dating he actually wants to take things forward,being of same caste would help. Rather disturbed,I wished him luck and good night. (what else could i say anyway).


But I couldn’t really sleep. Something was not right in how he was seeking love. He deserves love;we all deserve love. Why does then his quest seem inappropriate. Meanwhile,I was on Instagram planning to upload a selfie with a friend. That it when it clicked me what was wrong. The filters. Not on my selfie but on love. He had put filters while seeking love. Filter of caste.

And as the night progressed,it made sense. These days mostly people find companions through these filters. Tinder, provide a whole array of filters-religion,caste,education,skin color,height,job preference and probably sexual preferences as well(kinky or no kinky ,I guess). So what they ultimately get is a duly processed partner. Love follows. Or probably it doesn’t but at least people are satisfied.
So when exactly falling in love happens?

Are we even letting love happen? Are we even allowing attraction to develop? Even before the crush happens,we tell ourselves that he’s too rich,or tall or not my type etc etc. Relations look like an instagram picture to me now. Born of filters. Where is the love that happens organically?

And here I recall a wonderful line. When I told a wise elder that-“I felt I was in love when I was 15-16,isn’t that stupid?”. To which he replied-“प्यार तो उसी उमर में होता है,उसके आगे सब गणित है”, which means, “True love actually happens in that age only. What happens later is calculated Mathematics”.

Signing off with truckloads of organic love,



Instagram filters on that note

Let’s talk Rains


Somebody said I look like the Conjuring ghost in it but duck it,yeah

Being a Delhi person for a pretty long time,I have had the very justified love hate relationship with the rains. You can feel this even better if you have close friends living in Mumbai,Goa,Bengal or any coastal area where rain gods are bigtime generous. When they tell you that it’s raining there and you are here dealing with Surya dev(Sun god) you get super jealous.

Meanwhile, *Jo tu mera humdard hai* plays in the background.

I am a crazy Bollywood fanatic for one. So the rains just HAVE to be special for me. The dark clouds have been known to evoke all kinds of happy emotions and love outpours in me. I may have had most of my crushes on a rainy day. Maybe because that way it is easier to wash the memories away. Haha! Come thunder and I have an entire playlist of rain centric bollywood songs from “Ghode jaisi chaal” to “Lag ja gale” to “Saawan Barse” to “Idhar chala mai udhar chala”. The winds carry me away to all places of childhood to first love to breakups. Maybe that’s the thing with seasons; they have memorable roles in our lives. Or maybe that’s the thing with life;it touches seasons as well. This isn’t a very well developed idea so let’s leave it at that.

Last to last night,power was gone for good 7 hours(AAP,BSES are you listening?) and I had been cursing everyone sleepheadedly. I goddamn needed sleep but not without my cooling devices. But then the night sky became yellow and it was lightening and thunder all over the sky and the wind tickling each cell of my soul. All I did was to lie down close to the balcony and watch the colour show until it started to pour heavily. And boy! It rained for good two hours non-stop. Sleep? I dared the dreamy sleep to get lost coz I wanted to watch the magnificence the sky was showering down. I just smiled at each lightening stroke.  Many a times I have felt,it rains just for me.

But I also dislike something about rains and no it is not the mud or traffic or humidity. I am not into those things. I love the traffic in rains. I love the mud and the mess and I enjoy when people frown at it because that frown takes too long to be seen in Delhi. What I dislike is the world after it has rained. I hate it when the skies become crystal clear and the sun comes back to glory. I want the dark heavy clouds to win. I love the days when it is still cloudy after a generous spell. I do not really have any justification for this. Maybe I love the anticipation of rain more than the rain itself.

The song has changed to- *Zara Zara behekta hai*

I hope it rains tonight.

Love and breezy smiles


All dreamy and Saawan struck

P.S Amongst all the romanticism,let us all pray for those affected by the cloudburst in Uttarakhand.

Meet Seema Bhoi,the Maths hating entrepreneur

Do you like stories,and people,and people with stories to tell? Do you feel like sitting with people and just listening to what they have gathered by far in terms of experience? For me,it could be my career. I love listening. I love finding stories that I relate to,and I doubly love those that I don’t relate to because they open up a whole new opportunity to see fresh struggles and dreams and victories and failures.
For the very same reason,I bring to you this MEET series,wherein I will put forth you,interviews of people who I personally admire. Every human is a fighter and survivor. I will bring to stories to celebrate the people who probably walk with you on the subway or travel with you in the Metro and you have no idea how inspiring can they be.I start this with Seema.

Seema Bhoi,is what becomes when hell lot of ATP gets packaged in a single body of cells. She is the co-founder of Vibaantta Group and Meethi Lassi.
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Being an excellent content strategist,she deals in online and social media marketing,management and business development. She took to the startup route when she realized she isn’t the typical 9-5 person. Let’s just get to what this woman has to say to us.


So the preface,what is your family background? Basically tell me how did Seema Bhoi grow up? What kind of a child and teenager were you?
I grew up in a liberal family! Very supportive and loving parents. I could get away with anything, but sadly I was a good child. A no-nonsense person and never took advantage of it…I should have! I would have had a bunch of good stories to tell you… As a teenager I barely had much fun outside home. Childhood was more into painting, crafts and debates. Leave me with paint, brushes and canvas, and I was a happy kid! I thought I’ll be a painting artist one day.

Tell me about your academic history, the kind of student you were, your favorite subjects. Anything remarkable that shaped up your mind?
Though I was always a sincere student, but I was not great with grades. I had difficulty in learning, understanding and memorizing things, but nobody gave me a hard time about it, except this one teacher! Haha!

Ah! Why did you ask about my favorite subject? It reminded me of subject I was bad at. I can’t say I had a favorite subject, but I’ll tell you about the one that gave me nightmares! I have never been great with mathematics. Till today, I struggle with my company accounts. I remember, my father putting his efforts making me solve mathematical problems. I am that terrible with numbers that even today he takes care of my accounts.

What was life after college? What were your plans? Did they work out? Did you take up a job?
As soon as I finished college, I knew years to come will be only corporate job, but for not long. I took up an executive job to start with and jumped from companies to companies to figure out whether is it what I want to do.

Your plans don’t work every time. And that’s why I say, keep plan B ready. As you can see today, that life did not work out. But yes, it did pave the way for where I am today.

Why did you leave job to take the entrepreneurial route? What was the inspiration?
Working as a paid employee, justifying your salary each day and saying yes to things you don’t agree with was not making me happy. The culture of running every morning to catch bus/metro just to punch in sharp at 9:00 am was somewhere not fitting in. I do not want people working with me to go through all this. All that was happening wrong was the inspiration.


How was Vibaantta born? How did the child grow? Also, what does Vibaantta mean. What happens at Vibaantta?
Vibaantta was born years ago but did not have a name. Fortunately, business partner Paras Sachdev came in with motivation to materialize the idea to take it a level up. Vibaantta grew with immense support of both our families. Credit also goes to friends and everybody who have unknowingly contributed. We are glad that, in the journey, we added many clients who are now a vital part of Vibaantta family.

Vibaantta means living, alive, as opposed to the life I was living as a corporate slave. According to numerology, Vibaantta deemed fit. We help startups and established brands flourish on digital platforms offering services that includes, Radio advertisements, Newspaper advertisements, Social Media Marketing, Content Production etc.

How is Vibaantta doing now? Would you like to share few statistics?
We are in the 3rd year now. We plan to expand in other cities and overseas hereafter. We already have our network working across the country and representatives overseas. Our clientele includes both international and domestic brands. Today we have more than 100 writers and editors and have teamed up with various small and medium content agencies.

What are your personal creative interests? What is your idea of art?
I barely get time to even think about personal interests. Work keeps me occupied all 365 days. However, since the work itself is creative, you will find me multi-tasking between logo designs, brochures, advertisements, stories, write-ups etc.

Art to me is expressing your ideas visually!

What is the working culture at Vibaantta? Do you hire interns?
Experiencing the job culture in India for over 6 years, I never wanted to adopt a 9 to 5 work culture. We work all day and party all day! At our battle ground, there is no hierarchy and there are no bosses. Every individual working with us is a next entrepreneur. Vibaantta proudly says – nurturing entrepreneurs of tomorrow.

There is a huge opportunity for interns here. They work on live projects and get to learn with other team members at the hub.

Although I really hope this question stops existing but tell me, what is it like for a woman to step out in the market? Throw light on your struggles and experiences.
I have personally experience both advantages and disadvantages of being a woman. Trust me there are more benefits of being a business woman. I also can’t deny the fact that men in life have been pillar support to get me here. My father being a constant support throughout and business partner Paras Sachdev in all these years. I am glad that it has been painless struggle because of these two people.
When I started, I was only told that it’s not for women. Let me shout at those through this medium, that I am still doing it and you are most welcome to join. Like others, even I get to listen, that it’s going to be over after marriage. You have to remember that it’s not easy but it’s not impossible

What is your vision for Vibaantta 5 years from now? And where do you see yourself 5 years from now?

Vibaantta Group is slowly extending wings and we are working on various ventures with like-minded people. Few are crazy ideas and few being something that will help the society/industries.

Life looks complicated today between, work, family and relationships. I am a happy lucky person today, and don’t think it can be any better than this. I wish to see simple life ahead. Few years from now, if all plans work accordingly there will be multiple digital assets.

Apart from work what else does Seema indulge in?
There comes an interesting one! I watch a lot of food videos, I am bollywood movie fan…Sundays are about movies only. I watch a lot of inspirational videos. I read and follow Robin Sharma. I am big fan of Zakhir Khan (the standup comedian).. His videos are like stress buster.

One cause that you passionately believe in.
A helping hand for the ones in need.

Any message to the world out there?
That’s my favorite question! Message goes out to the parents, who still think their children will fulfill their dreams. We need to accept the fact that every child is genius. All he needs is your support to flourish. Who knew selling grocery online will be a big business today.

You can conact Seema here:-


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Abb aisa mere yaar kar do
Mujhe apne bheetar se
faraar kar do.

Mujhe udna nahi hai
aasmaano me.
Khwabo ke tarz par
bass pankh taiyaar kar do.

Bijliyaan kabb se kaundh ke
iltaja kar rahi hain
Aabshaaro ki inpar
zara bauchhaar kar do.

Bada guroor hai chaand ko
ki chaandni gori hai.
Aaj taaro ki raakh se
use sharmsaar kar do.

Ye lekha jokha zakhmo ka
ye ganit badi pecheeda hai
jod lo mere jalwe ,
apni hasi udhaar kar do

Ek bhool ki dhool thi seene me,
ek aas ki faans thi jeene me
mujhse leke kasme tum
vaade hazaar kar do.

Wo haan waale vaade badi
tasalli de dete hai
aisa karo ki sbb so jaaye,
aaj neende inkaar do

Abb aisa mere yaar kar do
mujhe apne bheetar se
faraar kar do




Pc-Ritesh Shahi

Khidki se door nazaaro me
jo sagi na thi unn bahaaro me
Gustaakhi ke baazaro me
aur apni hi raftaaro me

Tum chamak uthe,mai chehek gayi

Dil ka dhaancha maalum na tha
par laga jawaani yahi toh hai,
jo tabb bhi thi aur abhi hai
ye Noor-e-Kahaani wahi toh hai.


Pc-Megha sethi

Hum door door hi sawar gaye
hum door door hi bikhar gaye
Gehre kaale baadal jo the
wo door door hi badal gaye.

Tum sihar uthe,mai sisak gayi

Aankho me tabb aaya tha jo
majboor sa paani yahi toh hai
Jo tabb bhi thi aur abb bhi hai
ye Noor-e-Kahaani wahi toh hai.


Pc-Ritesh Shahi

Aana tera mere sheher me
aana mera meri nazar me
Akad ka pulinda bikhar gaya
wo sailaab hi tha dil ki neher me

Tum bihal gaye,mai bihal gayi.

Hai katha yahi aur saar yahi
fir bhi anjaani yahi toh hai.
Jo tabb bhi thi aur abb bhi hai
ye Noor-e-Kahaani wahi toh hai.

Does it really END?

As I sit down and collect my thoughts about what all I am supposed to do today,I want to believe that it a normal holiday. But when I receive no call from Nisha asking “Archi,kaha ho?”, I realize it’s a wrap. No more daily hunting of seat waali buses and no more of hours of whiling around in the canteen. Meanwhile, I read these lines and put them as Whatsapp status:-
“Kucch reet jagat ki aisi hai,
har ek subah ki shaam hui”


For sure I am not the only one contemplating the 3 years spent at college and then the 20 years spent on Earth. Mostly all of us are. Either in groups or like me in the balcony. Yesterday was the last exam that the Degree  demanded from us. Some of us chose to fall back upon our friends to deal with the emotional,theoretical and practical storms that arose after the exams. I could not really understand what to do. So I took myself out on a coffee date and absorb the feeling that yet another phase of life has come to an end.

Which brings me to the topic,does a phase really end? Will I ever comfortably say that Venky is over? Won’t we all be carrying different pieces of Venky in our  lives,hearts,careers,memories,personalities,dreams and realities ALWAYS? To answer my own self I set out asking questions not just to myself of myself but on behalf of everyone. I found the questions more intriguing  than the answers.

Here they are. Answer and decide for yourself.

  1. Were you the shy kind,3 years ago? Did the initial presentations worry the hell out of you? Do you now come up in the morning and ask about your slides and give the presentation bang on?


2. Did you believe that teachers were only the boring people who were supposed to come for lectures,give assignments and met us in exams? Do you now have teachers as your best of friends? Have you had teachers take you out of wackiest of situations and deepest of muddles?


3. Were you the person who was always the audience? Have you become the host? The performer?


4. Did you make you first best friend? Did you have misunderstandings?Did you sort them? meg

5. Did you learn something new? Like skating? Dancing? Singing? Or just letting be and accepting your flaws? Did somebody tell you to break free? Did somebody take you hand in hand to face your fears?


6. Did you become a better listener? A little more sensitive? Did you have fever but you went to meet the friend you promised to meet? Did you start putting others before you? Did you pledge to not hurt people anymore?


7. Did you acknowledge your childhood hobby? Did you make it your passion? Did you take your skills more seriously? Did you let that poet out,the writer out,the dancer,the diva,the traveller out?


8. Did you become somebody’s agony aunt? Do people turn to you when they are in distress,doubt or dilemma? Are you somebody’s at the end of the day friend? Does somebody love that smile on your face?

p  nish ansh

9. Did you learn to manage time and pressure? Did you learn to not panic when you have many exams on a single day? Did you deal with thousands of files,projects,assignments and tests and learn to play the game?

antar langar

Do you believe in love? Do you trust now? Have you become more serious about life now? Do you take life lightly now? Do you know that in your Masters you will be a different person? Do you promise to keep some people with you always? Do you face problems but laugh them away because sooner or later you are able to pass through them?

sonam, tree

If you have your answers ready,then you might also know that these answers are the part

of who you are now? And shall always be. College did this.


Now tell me,

Does it really END?


Warm hugs and bright smiles

Your Anaari Drum



‘FOG’ Chal raha hai

I really have no idea ‘Fogg’ chal raha hai ya nahi,but the advertisement has got on people’s nerves lately. God bless Fogg. This post is for my eternal love for winter. I am writing this wrapped in the blanket and the earphone echoing “Raat ke humsafar,thak ke ghar ko chale“. If only there were words to praise the blanket..if only.

Winters are special due to many fond memories. The foggy haze at times has cleared up so many apprehensions of my mind. To me,winters have been the warmest times to rejoice the bonds we cherish most. The chill in the air is bound to get humans closer(Not in that way,sicko!). I rate myself okayish on the scale of romance,and winter gives wings to it. Romance,I choose to believe is any human feeling that is exvlusive for two souls. So if your Mom scolds you for not having milk,that moment,that feeling is exclusively for the two of you. It is irreplacable and this is what I think the core of romance. So I can find romance in breakfast,classroom,a specific tree,anything. Romance grows exponentially in winters.

So here I have ten romances strictly glorified by winters:-


Source- Pooja Saxena

           Source-Pooja Saxena

1) Coffee : Need I say more? If coffee was female,I would have been a perfect womanizer. Latte,mocha,espresso,cappuchino,ask me to differentiate between them and I will give exact concentration ratios. Winter is coffee’s boyfriend. Why else would coffee look,taste and feel beautiful like never before. Now you know where to take me on a date.


2) Chai: Being born and brought up in a family that thinks chai is as important as the meals,this just had to be in the list. Coffee is my first love and chai,my extra marital affair. Ever had the chance to sit at a local chaiwaala,dip Parle-G in the cup and enjoy the bliss? If not,do it on priority.


3)The winter gear : Furry coats,knit caps,mufflers,gloves- I felt so.dumb as a child when Maa layered me up. As a 20 year old, it hardly matters. Coats are my new love and bright sweaters,the.mew addiction.


4)Gaajar ka halwa: Moong daal ka halwa,kadaahi waala basically. The usual momos become tastier on winter evenings. Delicacies become heavenly in winters.


5) Long walks: Walking alone or hand in hand with a soulful company,thinking of oddities of life,indulging in meaningless conversations is my idea of being alive in winter.


6) Sunshine: Basking on the terrace,letting sun rays find way from your eyes to heart,feeling warm and drowsy..God blesses us in uncountable manners. This one,is the best.


7)Gajak Rewari: Chakki,gud ki patti,til ke laddu, match at all. They have been our favorite winter accomplice ever since we had proper set of teeth.


8) Picnics: Flashback..winter holidays,going to park,spreading the mat,playing badminton,gorging on snacks..the good old days. Anyone who wants to do this again,ping me now.


Veer Zaara

            Source- Veer Zaara
9)Bonfire: Precisely,this nails it. As a child,in my village elders used to talk incomprehensible laws of life around the bonfire and I used to roast green peas,potatoes and sweet potatoes. Talk about opportunist cook.


10)Love: Love has no season but winter owns it a little more. Christmas,New year,Makar Sankranti,Lohri..they bring us closer to our friends and relatives and accentuate the love in the air.

How many of these made you nostalgic? If you have your own cherished winter moments,do share them in the comments.

Warm hugs and smiles.

The Eudic Eleven

Friends..the people who play a vital role in making who we are. I have never had a huge circle of friends. Hence those to hang on to me, I keep them close to my heart. So close that at times I get feel ache in my heart if they suffer. I was the perfect introvert in school. I am the an imperfect one now. Have you seen those typical  geeks who hang their head down, do not speak much,do not socialize,do not attend(are not called for) parties..I was that girl. Eventually I ended being lone and without a real school gang that everyone brags about. As i entered college,I did not dream of becoming outright extrovert and center of attraction,or a Bollywood transformation. All I told myself was “Make bonds that would last”.

College was a breath of fresh air. Less of judgements,less of preformed ideas. What happened to me is a topic for some other post. I got influenced by many things. This post is for those who influenced me most. A group of friends who have given me #MAJOR FRIENDSHIP GOALS. They were eleven. Two left. They are visibly nine now but that does not matter. They may be thirteen and it would still not matter. Because to me and the entire batch of Zoology honors(2016), they are one.

They are the life of the class.   If you see all of them together,you are bound to brim with joy or at least a smile would surface up your lips. They sing,dance,tease,fight study and mostly all of it together. At times I have found their jokes silly. But what actually gets me love them is, They don’t care.   The kind of unity they show in times of joy and sorrow alike is a lesson. I am sure many of us in the class deep down are jealous of them. I am. In the most pious of ways,I am jealous of them and shall forever be. They made each day of college a bit more lively.


THEIR CATEGORIC BIRTHDAY CELEBRATIONS are a treat to watch. From treasure hunt to cajoling watchmen,they go to any extent to make the Birthday child feel special. Special is still an understatement; they must feel like crowned prince/princess. They could easily qualify for event managers. There,I have given you career option,in case Zoology leaves you mad.pd.jpg


I have seen them shed tears for each other,stand sturdy for each other,fight with and for each other. A little message for them:-

“Dear all of you,

I could have chosen to write about all of you individually but that seemed like an injustice.College would end and we may lose touch. But I will always remember you as the most special lesson from Venky. You guys have brought smiles,knowingly or unknowingly. You made lectures a little less boring. Freshers and Farewell parties could never have been the same without you. You taught everyone,how teachers could be friends and how friends could be teachers. You taught more about love. Most importantly,you taught how to celebrate each day. You all will be special,as one.Stay the same forever and beyond.

Love and smiles to all