How It All Began???

This would be my 4th post in a span of 20 days and as I am writing this one I have come to realize how much I love to pen down my thoughts.

It all began on a casual day during my schooling. If I can correctly remember, I was in the seventh grade when I wrote my first poem on My School. Back then I didn’t even know what writing meant to me. (I mean at that age just about anyone could have written a poem out of fun and excitement.) Anyways it was a decent attempt to kick off things.

Gradually with passing time I started writing more frequently. I wrote poems about friends, friendship etc etc…. The word about my flair for writing spread around in school and I was asked to participate in some inter school competition, which I did. During that event I wrote a poem on Deafening noise of silence. I must confess it was a tough topic to write on. Sadly I did not win but did manage to a decent job. One competition where I did win the first prize was an intra school event amongst the houses. My choice of topic that time was Funny Side of Cricket. That was probably why I won because I was and still am a diehard Cricket fan. My tally of poems kept increasing with topics like Lonely girl, Natural beauty, Photographs, Coca-Cola to name a few. Good- Bye was my last poem of the school days which I wrote during our farewell. I read it out on the intercom and it was heard by the entire school. Quiet an emotional moment it was and it felt really good.

Moving into college I started writing a lot more frequently. With every poem I wrote I got a inexplicable sense of satisfaction and happiness. In due course of time writing was no longer only my hobby but it became my passion. I really started enjoying it. I wrote poems on various topics like Halcion Dayz, A Silver Path, Memories,The Rain Has Arrived, Peace of Mind, Colours of life, Buddisland being my favourite . (A glimpse of my Junior college life with my Best Pals)

Initially I always thought rhyming sentences put together made up a poem but I was wrong. As I started writing more and more i realised its not the rhyme but framing meaningful sentences out of carefully choosen words that is needed. My poems never had any particular pattern but one thing I noticed was that majority of the times my poems were based on glum and depressing situations. (Situations I personally faced at that point in time). This fact really bothered me as I felt I could not create anything cheerful, but not anymore. Only recently I was told by a friend that expressing yourself when you’re happy is normal but doing the same when you are in pain is difficult. It made me feel really good and positive.

In the recent past I have tried my hand at writing articles as well.

Writing for me has always been a medium to express myself. It has been about bringing out my emotions, about creating a separate identity for me. Blogging is a means with which I hope to put across my ideas, opinions and share my experiences with the readers.



Hey folks… I guess one blog on MET was not enough to showcase our exciting experiences. So on public demand here’s another one to relive those numerous happy, hilarious and embarrassing moments.

The latest one that comes to mind is the incident involving FENIL and the series Entourage. It so happened that all of us (Bhavin, Dimps, Hardu and me) had gone to Sai Sagar for snacks. Fenil joined in a little later and we were talking about the TV series Entourage. He was pretty lost and we decided to have some fun at his expense.We told him Ento is a hot gal from the junior batch. An entire story involving her and Hardu was cooked up. We told him that her mom was from Poland and dad from India and hence the name. We went to the extent of discussing hardu and Ento’s wedding. How will their families react, how will their kids turn out to be etc etc. I can’t believe Fenil actually fell for our story. We were rolling with laughter. Ultimately Hardu told him the truth but the fun was not over. Till date memories of this incident make us laugh and I ‘m sure the concerned people are laughing even right now while reading this.

Another one of such incidents again involves Fenil but this time he was not alone, Chintan was his companion in giving us yet another story to laugh on. Both of them were at Bandra Station getting back home from college. On the bridge they saw this man selling a mobile phone worth 50 bucks. No smart and educated person would actually consider buying such a thing, but they did. Seeing a large no. Of people around that man selling the mobile they were convinced that they are making probably the best deal of their life. Extremely elated with their purchase both of them opened their mobile boxes and much to their surprises found dummy phones. (Hahahahaha) Embarrassed at their act of stupidity they decided not to tell any of us about it but unluckily for them Dimps happened to call Fenil at that time and it was no more hidden.

Chintan was a part of one more such story. I too was a part of this one. Our 2nd semester exams were on and as usual both of us left early for college. We were travelling in the train when this very talented salesman was selling a pen which when used to write on paper is invisible but then when the paper is burnt a little or put in water the written part is clearly visible. We were kind a fascinated and decided to buy since it was worth just 20 Rs. We actually got down at Mahim instead of Bandra to buy the pen. When we tried using the pen later it dint work and obviously we were laughed at.

Karaoke-a part of MET Utsav was something all of us were a part of but Bhavin definitely stole the show. We all choose songs of our choice and must say performed miserably. Chintan actually rehearsed the lyrics of his song in the music world. The performance worth remembering was that of Bhavin. He had selected the fast paced Dekha Na Hai Re. The lyrics flashed on the screen but he never really managed to be in sync. In spite of that he sang with all his heart and everybody in the audience joined him. God knows how but he scored a 100 on 100.We all had a gala time.

I can go on and on writing about many more incidents involving not only us but my entire class. Keep following the blog to know more. In the meanwhile guys feel free to add incidents and occurrences. We can all definitely share a good laugh.


I had just come back from a mini vacation at Devlali that evening. While I was sleeping that night my cell phone beeped and it was a message from my friend Nishant “ Dimpi, Ruchi and U have got cleared the MET entrance test and have got admission.” It was way pass midnight and I thought he was joking. Next morning I checked it for myself and yes Nishant was not joking. It was true, I had finally got admission in an MBA institute. Immediately I called my other friends and we were really happy and relieved.

Within a month or so say in about mid July college started. Dimpi and I were in the same course while Ruchi was in the same college but in the MMS course. The first month was the best time I had in MET. It was a roller coaster ride. We were a batch of 180 and divided into groups of 10 for our task force assignment (come up with a business plan). During this time met many new and interesting people and also bumped into a few acquaintances. My group secured 2nd position in the event. Then we had an outbound trip to Uttan. I made some really close friends really fast in this time. (Silvan, Ritika, Shruti, Shweta Yash, and Devika).The memories of going to candies, FirangiPani, Band Stand are still fresh in my mind.

Sometime in August our actual lectures started and we were all separated and in different divisions. I was in A DIV or I should rather say the G DIV. It was called so because 90% students in the class were Guajarati’s. Soon we were a gang of friends (Bhavin, Hardik, Fenil, Chintan, Dimpi, Devika ,Zeenal n Me). Yes we attended lectures but did we pay attention, nahhhhh. We were either chit chatting or playing hangman in class. When out of class we were in the recreation centre, playing carom- our favourite pass time. We frequently visited U-Turn (Restaurant) where all our demands, Hukka for Fenil, Booze for Hardu and Bhavin, and jain food for Dimps an me were met.

On a personal front I did everything which I had never done before in my college life. Talking in class, being caught, playing games, not paying attention and also dosing off during lectures. On a positive side I interacted with a lot more people then I had earlier, participated in a MET COMBAT (debate competition), became a part of the core committee of MET VAULT (wall journal) and was a part of the creative committee of MET UTSAV.

Time flew by with exams projects an Industrial Visit to Aurangabad (an ultimate fun trip) and I was in my second year. Our gang was also divided into marketing and finance class. Projects, presentations, lectures and assignments dint matter much now. Neither the professors nor the students were interested. Eating in class, trading of movies, gossiping was what we all enjoyed. Coming to college had become a time pass activity. 3rd semester exams were like never before. i barely studied and actually went for a movie (with Rahul) 4 hours before the paper.

As the end of the semester came close placements started occupying our minds. As on today close to 25 people have been placed and the rest are trying their luck. Now i am in the final phase of my MBA and am just waiting for it to end and move out to face the real challenges of life.

It was just like any other morning. As always i was in a dilema as to what should be my course of action for the day. That day i had to decide whether to go for the test match at the Braburne between India & Sri-Lanka or go to dad’s office which i had just recently joined.Well i went ahead with the former. Ever since i had started watching and following cricket i wished to go and see a match in the stadium. I cld nt live my dream till this day coz i din get the right company and since i am an albino i was pretty sure mujhe kuch dikhega nahin. That did turn out to be true but my decision was defi rite and i had a great time.

I left home all excited and happy wearing the Indian team jersey and met my frnd outside the stadium. The others had gone inside to catch hold of good seats so dat we get a good view. Crossed the ticket checking lines and der it was , in front of my eyes- one of mumbai’s oldest stadium. the green cover , the brown stretch in the centre, the players practisin….. WOW what a sight.It was a weekday and still the stadium was almost packed. We were in the north stand and possibly amongst the best set of ppl.

Viru and dravid were on the crease. Very early in the day the most disappointing thig happened, Sehwag fell on 294, 6 short of his third triple century.Shortly Dravid also got out and i was a lil disappointed as he is my fav player. The pace of the game slowed down but our fun n excitement levels were high. We chanted slogans like ” jeetega bhai jeetega India jeetega, ” North stand mein accha kaun, hum log hum log.” etc etc. On the count of 10 all hands were up in the air n the mexican wave was in full swing. The atmosphere was enthralling. Energy levels were high .

There were a few interesting characters with us. One of dem was an uncle who has been seeing all the matches played in mumbai since 1992. He was a live wire. He got us all on our feet. He got us to sing various songs and a hilarious slogan which went like ” laare liya laeyo haiyo haiyo.” There was dis another fellow who was an absolute rockstar. He went rite from the north stand to the other end and got everyone to do a synchronised Mexican wave. Aawesomeee it was. Never had had such an experience before.

In the last session the match became interesting. Wickets were falling but Dhoni kept on piling runs. Accompanied by the lower order batsman he hit a straight six down the ground to reach his 100 and den declared the innings. The last 3-4 overs of the day we were all up on our feet and screamin at every delivery bowled by India.

We sang the national anthem all through the day. It was a great feeling for me. I had always loved watchin and supporting team India but dat was always on TV. Never before had I gone to a stadium and witnessed a live match. It was a completely different emotion.

The match ended and i came home remembering every single moment of the day. It was my first and the best encounter with a cricketing ground and the splendor and passion attached to the game.The day will always be one of my cherished memories…