MY SECOND DEN... HOSTEL

Those days were best days of my life… will surely brief up my four years of stay in THAPAR’s hostels.

Those four years are beyond my imagination to decipher into my words. Those early alarms, galloping our self empty stomach to lecture rooms, back bench sleeps, gangs of friends, half boiled lunch, corridor cricket, long discussions walks, late night movies, cool buddy chatting, sleepless nights, and much more… they might sound hectic but were worth staying with..

From scraping exams to preparing for interviews, from project building to missing lecture, from party places to lecture rooms, every thing small or big things were all planned, and executed within those hostel walls.. if that was a dream don’t woke me up I wanna sleep whole life..

I cant imagine my life without my friends.. Hope those days had never ended.. but I can make sure I wont forget those lovely days of my life…

Thanks a lot all of u (Jatinder, Varun, Ritesh, Daman, Sunil dogra, Basra, Arun, Vikas, Ranveer, Kamal, Bhagat, Aseem, Bhuvi, Sneh, Siddharth, Sid, Anil, Mohit, Saurabh, Gaurav, Amul, Raman, and many those I didn’t mentioned).. u help make what I m today… love u all… hoping u will be beside me every time I need a hand…

KHUDA KAY LIYE...

This is not about that movie, but it isn’t much different.

Yesterday when my mom and I went for market, this is the only thing that clicks my mind, “IN NAME OF GOD”. We were on way to market when we saw almost all shops closed, we thought that we might have reached early (time was around 10), but we felt they should be opened by now. We moved further in, the market, it was all same..

Then suddenly from nowhere a group of kids (I will call them kids only, most of them were less then and few around my age) came shouting ‘bandh kero, bandh kero’. They were holding sticks bigger then there heights.. I cant believe what’s happening.. They were accompanied by good number of policemen.. My mom and me were watching their face, thinking ‘what this all about’.. They were coming like current of air..

In a mater of time, a small kid, not more then three and half feet, holding a stick around 5 feet, pointed it on my scooter and said, “LAY JAO WAAPISS, AAJ MARKET BANDH HAI”. Once I felt like what he is thinking by saying that, I will beat u so hard by the same stick that u cant imagine.. But then came a running policeman, saying, “move from here, fast”. I considered he is very much right..

Where ever we go, all markets were closed.. This all made me think, do they know, they are doing all this in name of GOD?? Will it happy the almighty?? How badly shop men will suffer?? I cant imagine..

When I saw news in the evening, I found these guys were burning things and beating others.. I felt like, the strike of truck driver’s is much better then this, atleast they were not using Gods name to save their faces… ‘FOR GOD SAKE LEAVE GOD ALONE’