The Mobile Home

Life goes on in the hostel as hectic as usual..bunking classes,eating junk food,solving crosswords,novels,musik,bulla..amidst it all i had a weird feeling there was something wrong.

IIT K had given me a room.I never went there!

I am either eating at the canteen,reading in the reading room,playing in some field,or bulla in some wing.I even sleep in different rooms!As a result,my things get spread over the hostel.Very inconvenient.

Coupled with the fact that i recently lost my room key for a record eight time(the only sort of thing i can beat my roomie in,i lead 8-0 :-( ),and also that wheneva i see my roomie these days,its invariably because i am asking for his key...

I mean,just imagine.You dont attend classes much.You don't get much motivation to study.Loads of other activities going on.Say you SOMEHOW gather the interest to pick up the books and study..you find that you've left this thing there an that rooms locked an the other guys lost his key and this guy s not there....You get the drift.

So i came up with a novel concept.An innovative method tailor-made to suit my needs of the moment.A mental breakthrough which left me on an intellectual high on conceiving the idea.

The Mobile Home.

Yep.I carry around my home with me...how can you do that you say?i ll have to carry two three bags don't i?
Ah.there s the catch.See,if you're the sort of guy/gal i am,it aint no big deal.Let me elucidate.The following constitute the contents of my Patented(yah) Mobile Home backpack.

*Three novels(from the book club)
*All three prescribed texts of the course
*One Rough Note
*One Nokia Charger.
*Collection of DVD'S(Two packs)
*One tooth-brush
*The Day's Newspaper
*A mix of pens and pencils
*A pair of bathroom slippers(i ll be wearing shoes)

TA-DA!
done.
Mob in the right pocket.Wallet on the left.
Life on the fast lane.

Clothes?Hmmm...i can visit ma room once a week...more than enough :-)
All together very light on the back.Now i dont live anywhere.I Just camp from place to place. :-)
Simple.

Now i ve got bored of this Computer Centre..am moving to the TV room.Will camp there a few hours.;-)

Ahh.The nomads must have lived in Bliss.I am certainly feeling heavenly.With my MH around,life cant get more convenient.

Old Friends

I was thinking of old friends today
of how many of them have slipped away,
Moved,different College, or stopped calling so much,
Found new friends, got busy, and just lost touch.
It reminded me of falling leaves.

Every autumn the leaves fall from every tree,
Some stay longer than others,
But eventually - Each leaf must fall, I'm told,
Leaving the tree alone to face the cold.
Why is it that in the time of utmost need
The leaves would seek to leave the tree?
And when we need our friends around
We look and they cannot be found?

Of course these friendships come and go
And in the spring new leaves will grow.
But I prefer autumn friends of old
With crackling laughter and colour bold.


It saddens me now I must admit,its true,
I did forget Laughing with old friends of mine
During summers when the sun would shine.


And then I thought of you.


That one stubborn leaf that won't let go.
That clings despite the winds that blow.
Fighting ice, and snow, and winter's stings
Hanging on right through till spring.
So I guess that's what you are to me
The very last leaf to leave the tree.
I know it seems silly, but it's true.
When I see that last leaf...
I think of you...