एक बार और...

उड़ के जाते हुए पंछी ने बस इतना ही देखा,
देर तक हाथ हिलाती रही वह शाख फिज़ा में,
अलविदा कहने को? या पास बुलाने के लिए?

Flying away, the bird could just see one thing,
The branch was waving for a long time in the breeze
Was it to bid good bye? Or call her near?

And yet again, the moment arrives, when we pack our memories and bid adieu to this place which has been our haven for the past two years.
When we make promises that we shall meet again. One more time.
When we sing and dance together. One more time.
Bask in the glory of this momentary farewell. One more time.
Knowing that we shall meet yet again. And shall grace the stage. One more time.
We shall live in these memories. And in this break of a new dawn, we shall live to relive these moments again.
And write new memories as we had when we had once written.
It is time to look forward and not look back as we embark on a new journey with some old bonds.

26/03/2010

Last night we dreamt under the candle light...
Wake up, now that another era comes to its end...

पिछले रात हमने पिघलते मोमबत्ती की रौशनी में कई सपने देखें |
अभी जाग जाओ, कि एक और कड़ी ख़त्म हो चली है ||

Alvida...

29.03.2009

The Closing melody.
An era closes its chapters.
And it heralds a new one. The turn of the new page.

This was the day we bid farewell farewell to our beloved seniors here at Bharathidasan Institute of Management, Trichy, who will stay on this haven for the past 2 years only for one more fortnight. The journey, they say was long. But now..looking back..I am sure that it would that every second had been a memory..a puzzle which we all are a part of. The journey..I found a few companions for the path I plan to tread..and I hope this farewell is but a facade..the doorway to great friendship.

But friends, this is not the time to bask in the glory of these memories, but it is the time to gather more.
Because as they say..

पिक्चर अभी बाकी है मेरे दोस्त!

अस्त राग

This is to my brothers whom I could not bid goodbye.

I have got my leave. Bid me farewell, my brothers!
I bow to you all and take my departure.
Here I give back the keys of my door - and I give up all claims to my house. I only ask for last kind words from you.
We were neighbors for long, but I received more than I could give. Now the day has dawned and the lamp that lit my dark corner is out. A summons has come and I am ready for my journey.

Tagore, from Gitanjali, XCIII

aamader अस्त राग ta kokhono bhoolbo na Saha...
Aar aami asha kori dada, ki brishti ta khoob jhilmil hoy...