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It’s snehal’s bday. Had a lot of fun. Cakes, gifts, greetings who-wished and whodint-wish.

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It rained today. Out of nowhere. It was slightly predictable though, looking at the extent days were hot. Suddenly in afternoon it fell dark and light drizzle came down along with those small tornados. Had a cup of my staple drink "nescafe" after a long time as weather was delightful and cold.

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I was travelling by a city bus looking out at the climateand enjoying myself. Buses were outcrowded as everyday they are. People were flooding through them. I was calm all the time. Dhanashree even dared to ask me why so silent. Maybe these submissions, I said. Like usual.


Suddenly music pouring into my ears through headphones changed the track and started playing Parikrama.

“Wrapped in a polythene, tucked away safe in my mind

a little goodbye, maybe, or just a passing smile

The birds fly away to the sky still searching for home

a bunch o' paper flowers, or a little child left all alone

Can somebody hear me, I'm screaming from so far away

morning who'll calm you, the evening's eclipsed again

*Well does life get any better

more yesterday than today

How I thought the sun would shine tommorow

But it rained...

They justified the cause for which Daddy might give up his life

,it's been so long, so long a time but still I miss Daddy at night

The ache is long gone but the never keeps staring at me

the waters in the seas are high, and all the sand castles have drowned

*Well does life get any better

more yesterday than today

How I thought the sun would shine tommorow

But it rained...”

I got off the bus and started walking home.


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Nowadays I have started wondering if this is the time of my spiritual crisis. A lot of disturbing things happening around and people behaving crazy. I am confused about what I want and what I need. A lot of things to expect but nothing reprocating properly. Maybe I have to work on myself these days… in these days of selfish people.


I look back at those days and that life when faces remained familiar throughout the life. There were no intentions behind every word spoken. Help was not a favour or debt to return it back. Everything was absolute and I miss it.


Dhanshree asks , “why so silent?”


“ Maybe these submissions.”, I routine answer


But really it hurts when faces start to regain their unfamiliarity. It hurts when dear ones who were strangers sometime ago start to become strangers again.
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How City Pride kothrud is related with Mechanical Engineering

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In front of the shop I was standing. It was closed. I watched the time. It was still 9:30am. My assumption for time was again a failure. I thought city pride kothrud is at a distance of an hour by PMT, but it turned out to be just 20minutes. Crossword. The shop for multitudes of books. I thought it will be nice to make time pass there reading books for 45 minute till scheduled “industril visit” commences at 10:15am.

But my bad. There was a board –“shop will open at 11:00am”. I really did not have slightest of the idea how was I supposed to pass 45minutes.

There I was, out in the sun, waiting for my other classmates to come. Allshops in city pride kothrud were closed.

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Well it was a nice visit to very own(for obvious reasons) CPK(abbrv. for City Pride Kothrud). Visit was schedule by college itself to watch air-conditionning system there instead of the movie.


An engineer’s job! To sit at back and rule everything. To manage and make sure if all the occupants are getting enough cold, well-conditioned air to inhale!!!


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Under the basement, there was compressor unit which cooled the circulating water in the system.


Capacity-125 HP. Energy equivalent to that of 125 horses collectively!!! Hot water coming from upstairs was absorbing the heat in the system and was being pumped to the roof in the cooling tower to expell it.


There we were, out in blazing sun, watching cooling towers. For a minute, thought came in my mind to go and to stand under those cool water showers… after that we were at AHUs. (Air Handling Units)


And last but not the least, we saw the projector room too. It was a dangy little single room containig machines fitted with focuses. Three of the five shows were being broadcasted there – online. The keeper was keen to show us how they download it from servers and how they activate the pin for it which is eight days valid and how they stream it. He answered all our whatz and howzats. (not to mention – but movies were – houseful two and titanic 3D.


Visit was fine.

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Emotional Catharsis

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Out there it was a beautiful morning covering the entire city with its quotidian enigma. I looked out of the window and the sunlight was still soft yellowish. Well I thought this semester life moved me through a beautiful time all the way.

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Ah!

Submissions! Submissions! Submissions!

A dreadful and highly restless period that comes in the life of every engineering student – semiannually. Well I have not that much amount of tension to bear in mind as 70% of the submission work is already completed. Also I am not that pessimist to mourn about remaining 30%, but the thought of completion still contemplate my mind like anything all the day, that is the only thing.

Being a weekend day, Sunday always feels cozy. Sitting in the room whole day, doing our own thing, wandering out whole evening and lot other things to do what a boy living in a hostel should do. Well this reminded me of the last weekend. It was bullshit to describe as. I was in hadapsar at atya’s place. Well it’s not that I don’t like it to be there, but last weekend was a little depressing as I had nothing to do and nothing to talk about. The only good thing I underwent was an emotional catharsis.  Snehal Sherkhane. My dear cousin. She has a god’s gift or boon or whatever in the matter of provoking people to talk their self in and out in front of her. I shared all my real thoughts with her, like how badly I hate it when somebody touches my ego, how I hate some of the people of my kinship, how I want my family should be and how I had faced a jolly heartbreak last  month. Everything. Everything like I was drunk that day. Or that night to be precise.

I considered myself very rigid whenever it came to revealing the true feelings – before this. I believed I was able to handle my consciousness with all its frequent turbulences and uproars of natural instincts that came along with thoughts. Disturbing or not disturbing. But that time I unfolded the deepest of the deepest envelopes of thoughts in my heart.

No matter how light my heart felt after that but however, I thought like I should not have spoke it in front of Snehal. At least not Snehal. The girl so innocent that everything in her heart comes onto her face readily. Some secrets look good as secrets.

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Next Monday it will be Snehal’s birthday. 16^th April. She’s turning 22 and she will become post-graduate too. It’s a double delight for all of us. And there is one more reason to celebrate it a grand way. Early twenties… girl… yes, these might be her last few years as gorgeous “miss” Snehal Sherkhane. It’ll be no wonder to hear the news “guest are coming to see” in upcoming couple of years.

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