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Something today makes me want to write about 3 years i have lived in Delhi as a student, something inside my head wants me to write on the people i have been associated with for past 3 years, its maybe the feeling of wanting to re-live the past or just thinking how far we have come ever since we started...
So it all started 3 years back, almost, i knew we were all so nervous, excited and full of life wanting to start at a new something called- College. I was moving in from Chandigarh- the city of small dreams, yes it's small, Pun-jabicallly beautiful and so what if it isn't as big as Mumbai or Delhi, which are land of unlimited dreams, Chandigarh did give wings to my dreams of studying Journalism, okay maybe some people pushed me to it, but it all happened @ Chandigarh. So with all luggage, we came to a City, that i never felt i belonged to till i actually started living in here, (FYI now i consider myself to be a pseudo Dilli-ite, ok i am a desi version of the real Delhites but never-mind.) like i have put it, there were many others like me, some had pre-conceived notions about college life, some had overrated dreams about college while there were others who had fantasies, the ones u see in movies and TV about college...However there is one thing i would like you all to know, the ones with fantasies, had the best possible prediction of my college. Yes ASCO, as we put it, is a dream college, maybe not for all, because it was perhaps the batch, the craziest lot, that was a dream batch. We played Holi like no one else at the university, we are a huge-ass university by the way, you want a course, we make one even if you are the only student enrolled in that course, thankfully mine had a large population of species, that made everyday a new drama day. We fraught, we loved, we broke hearts, we attacked our H.O.D with eggs, no it wasn't any protest it was a fun filled way of saying-'Happy Holi', (that's how its put in the official statement. I met someone called Party Khan, there is a reason why i am starting with him, he is someone u cant believe he really is. ASCO adopted a new subject in the curriculum called- P-A-R-T-A-y, courtesy Party khan. He was a one man army, from everyone's entry to the venues, he has been managing it all, If he gets elected in the parliament, the entire country will be partying for sure. Ok, then i met the Dass, oh boy he underwent serious transition, from that chubby little bwoy(don't kill em for this please) to current project manager at Leo Burnette Worldwide, this once upon time Pond's goggly woggly wush brand ambassador is making it big in his career, good thing! and then there were some breeding models who would eat sleep and dink mac foundation, diplomatically being correct they were good on he college ramp. If you think Amir Khan is too much of an overrated filmmaker, well wait till you meet the budding directors and editors in my batch. They were good at their work but good, and so good that we barely saw any films from these guys, well i do remember the one in which Saumitra- the rockstar (that's how his FB Display name read, i have got nothing to do with it, really) delivered the best of SRK acting skills, but i have to admit he designed my sister's best bachelorette party invitation ever...oh and i just remembered we had a guy called Eby who could mouth deejay songs, yeah he could sing bollywod mashups, and he danced, danced and danced that we eventually had to believe he was a dancer. There were hidden loverbirds, i don't know if i am allowed to name them on my blog, but all those in BJMC 3A exactly know who i am talking about, after all the loverbirds came from a different world, They sat like they were in Taj hotel's lobby and they argued with all teachers, but hey Rahul did make sense at times and it helped us all to do away with a boring lecture...for this we will always be grateful to him adn shhh..every class has bunkers, they never came, came just to get the attendances on track- the likes of this group were inclusive of Rishabs, chopras, (well college ended with his new bangs, behls, kapils,gogias and Rawats, But when they made it to the class, they were show stealers. WE had the best footballers like you see on the TV, Siddhart Chauhan can tell u better about this, so what if we didn't win a single university tournament, we still had the biggest support and the loudest cheering from the Department always. MUSIC, it ran in the alcohol induced blood of many, We had the best singers, best guitarist, and the best performers, Marodia, a dynamite, i still remember he surprised us all with that power packed performance at Big picture with his band when seeing him perform made us all go like...'w--hh--aaatt--t--fu-c-laa-p-ss! And you knew there was a girl called Sadhvi, she grabbed the maximum eye+balls for her obvious hotness and the stance. There was someoen called as Kavisha, She was a gothic dream for many guys,And before i get into the details of everyone i possible met at college, i want to end by saying, that Kabeeeras and shokeeenas are rare breeds u see, they stick to u like a leech and ensure that u'll never be able to get rid of them,for this i have endless reasons to thank them however, tandon and verma and smalleys like Swarn are forever going to be special maybe cause the college picture looks complete with these guys being in it.....oh and yes, that reminds me, what actually made me want to write this post today was the Class Picture posted on a friends page on facebook where none of us are actually interested,well thats hpw BJMC 3A has been most of the times (the uninterested part),anyway god bless Mark Zukerberg and his team....and the cake well it belongs to each one of us, who made memories all these years, all those who have been part of my college universe, all i can say is good luck you guys!!!

College, Classes, friends, partying with friends didn't give him much happiness as much as being on stage, Dancing in-front of people did! He was an ordinary dancer but what helped him to stand out was the sense of 'peace' people observed on his face when he swayed with the music. There was something really remarkable about him, i don't know if it was the passion, technique or his commitment towards this form of art. The only time i remember seeing him dance was at Shaimak's summer show, he was good, something i'd remember of him on stage, all my life.

For some it's an obsession that just keeps growing on with time, after all that's what we get to see in all the TV shows, people coming from small cities with a single passion called 'Dance' etc etc.. But here i am talking about someone who never went for a TV audition, i m sure if he did, he would make it big, however, there were times he would rebel with everyone around just to prove his choreography right, but i guess that's how people with passion are, they don't follow, they begin to lead, in every field with time... I still think that for someone who loves to write, or read, or perhaps play a guitaar, or just listen to music and enjoy every bit of it is an artist in his own rights, yes with 's'!
Of-course for those who do nothing, they too exhibit these (undiscovered/hidden/not-put-efforts-into) artistic characteristics. But hey if you are one of those who spend alot of hours on play-stations, video games or social networking, trust me you are not wasted, you are the 'fun-indulging' artist, creating an entertainment art, but that does make you an artist!

So about this boy, he wasn't really tagged as a dancer by the world around him, but he sure forgot about all his projects, assessments, friends, issues, family, issues...and more when he moved with the rhythm of the music. I wanted to tell him to pick up formal training, but all that didn't happen. Today the words Light-Sound and Dance make him alive, every time. It's a familiar feeling, i feel alive too, maybe when i get to talk to the ones i love the most, or the one :D! I guess, to each it's own!
He isn't anyone big in the industry, but he is making his days big by performing whenever he gets a chance to do so, this makes me want to say that, we all should pursue that ONE thing we all really like to do. I know it's not easy making a career out of these unconventional hobbies but we can always try and be associated with them for as long as we want. I know of people who possess brilliant photography skills, but haven't taken it to another level, i know of others who click and put pictures on Facebook and seeing people hit 'Like' makes them the happiest. There are people who love to ride big beasts, go on trips, and they tell me they have ideas to do something about their adventurous journeys, well all i can say is go ahead, scribble your journey into notes, take pictures, shoot films do everything it takes to save all that you discover and make it worth remembering all your life, and while doing this who knows it may grow into something you always wanted to do!

The dancer too likes to send his pictures, he emails all of them to me. But what i want to share is the text of the email he sends everytime, it's been same for all the mails, it reads, "Don't know if i am born to do this, But i know this is what I really want to do Right now." And these words have been inspiring me always, so here i am working, writing, baking, meeting my friends, doing everything that i like to do,a-midst all this, I still think he was born to dance,!!!


Thank you Angad Singh, Your pictures truly deliver your passion, hope you continue dancing!
Photo Credits: Siddhartha Mukherjee

i remember my friend telling me about a night that she loves remembering, each time she tells me about it, its like i m hearing it for the first time. her lips move in a certain way, something full of passion and excitement when she starts by saying, "He did come over that night."
He drove out to her house, in the middle of the night, just because she told him that she wanted to be with him. she felt so very special.. they just laid on her bed, curled up together, talking....yeah talking..!!
she wasnt sure what they talked about, it was so long ago, but she does know that he made her feel special. he complimented her when she said negative things about herself, and just hearing it come from him actually made her believe it. he always had that affect on her...
After about an hour of talking, and laying there, he fell asleep. But she couldn't sleep, not with him right beside her. she never wanted to fall asleep, ever again, if it meant that she could stay there, beside him, just watching him. Watching him breathing, and watching the way his eyes would slightly move when he was dreaming, and the way his lips parted a bit. Everything amazed her.
And she never fell asleep that night. when he opened his eyes, the heart began to race again...only to realise it was time to depart bfefore the whole world wakes up...couldnt let him go...but couldnt wait for the sunshine either...the b'ful nite was over in the eyes,over with words, but not yet over with love... said goodbye...closed her eyes, dreamt of him again...wishin that tomorrow would be the same...!!! this was the night of dreams....
now i believe, dreams don't happen everyday.!