The scent...

A left turn, crossed the gate and I entered the area…Bet you the height of the gate was lower than the stance of my bike…n I really don’t like this area…for I have no definite reason to do so… I dun love the buildings too…for they are not sky crapers or civil engineering marvels…n I dun love the roads too…for there is a speed breaker after every 100 meter and loose mud lying on every turn….
And there I came across the red Honda city…it made me smile…no one was sitting in it…but I know its owner is the 25 looking 45 yr old teacher Mrs geeta…or Miss would be better I suppose…!
And then I saw a couple of odd fachas sitting near verka chatting ki “kya enginnering aisi hoti hai yaar”…n trust me…this topic will go on till they leave PEC…
Yes am talking about my college…namely Punjab Engineering College…
Kucch na hote hue bhi ek khushboo hai iss clg mein, which u can smell riding slowly on your bike around the college…staring from gate, then the right turn from audi parking…u will come across a few seniors sitting inside their cars and few standing beside them discussing something…then crossing the production department u take a left turn to see the only green grasslands of PEC…taking a left turn, crossing the computer department u take a right turn from the verka…I always found ME ppl sitting here drinking verka milk, or a memory cud be the recruitment tables of various clubs being set up around august…going down d road u will always find some hostlers strolling from college to market…then a left turn, though girls hostel is at right but u really dun give a damn…then another left…and you cross CCA…ya here the girls are cool, in short, yes we give a damn…and a speedbreaker and the right turn brings the famous metta parking…and then the T in front of library stairs where u will always find the some couples discussing something, though they say we are friends but I always found something fishy. Apply the brake ppl. U stop n u think ki I hate this college somewhat but I really wont get tired doing this gehri again and again and again…for that is what I call the smell of my campus…. N yes I love it.

Me after 10 years from now...

I wish once again to live “my” life…

I wish once again to wake up nly when I get tired sleeping instead of the alarm ringing…

I wish once again to sit with my friends and eat that exotic sea food sitting on a pier ,hearing the rain falling…

I wish once again to spend an evening sitting on the beach checking out every foreigner passing by…

I wish once again to get a dingy scooter on rent and roam about on it. Going around, just where the road is taking me, tracing the curves on the mountains…whole night…and never getting tired driving...

I wish once again to sit in Dominoz, the one with a good ambience, and eat “pan 4 all”…

I wish once again to visit that TITO’s road and give a work out to my eye muscles, which are going to stretch when my eyes will pop out at every girl passing by…

I wish once again to spend a night sitting at the beach, hearing the sound made by every passing wave….

I wish once again to swim in the salty sea water…

I wish once again to lose in the casino games…at vagator beach...

I wish once again to spend a few days without caring about the bulls and the bears…

I wish once again to holiday with my friends…

I wish once again to visit Goa…

I wish once again to live like a teenager…

I wish once again to live “my” life…