Pilani ...

Did padmasadhana. Feeling really blissful, went out of campus. Sat in front of the bus stand, a glass of papaya shake and a plate of boondis in my hand. There was a nice blend of quietude, peace coupled with the sounds of evening Pilani traffic on rajgarh road. at that time, i really felt a part of Pilani, sitting in the midst of people busily carrying out thier everyday lives.

"Bhau, ek bisleri ki botal la dena ... ek liter waali ..."

Totally absorbed in my own thoughts, i never looked to see the asker, yet for some reason, that particular sentence stood out in my mind. maybe it was the language, so typically rural ... and i loved hearing it, maybe just as how a european tourist would love seeing cows and naked children on Indian streets. Maybe the feeling was so strong because a year later i would be back to Chennai, where i won't get to hear this kind of language, this being my last year at college ...

whatever the reason, at that very moment, i felt a surge of love and belongingness with Pilani, its people, . I just felt really nice to have been here ... The simplicity of the people here is just stunning ...
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"Yaar ye bisleri aaj kal bikti hi nai hai re ..."

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love