Kaivalya

 Happened to visit the KITS Warangal on my recent trip - not a planned event. One of those things that serendipitously occur... My friend Karun and I decided to meet for lunch at the Brindavan Dhaba to relive a few memories of our regular adda during the college days. Although it does not have the charm of those days, it became a Bar & Restaurant, going back in the individual brick-walled huts kind of gave a bit of the flavor of the days of the yore... After this, encouraged in spirit, we headed to the campus about a few miles from the Dhaba-- so we went. The road that leads from the highway to the entrance of the college has transformed totally since we were in the college. There are all kinds of buildings, stores, hostels, function halls almost all through that connecting road. Once inside the gate, there is obviously a concrete road now, which was filled with gravel after every monsoon that flooded it away during our time in college. Not just the roads, some buildings had totall

  (captured/created approx 18-July-2003) I know not what Love is;    Nor what the Lover doth Have thou any heed of thy victim?;     Have thou any know of thy weapon? Thou speaks to me in jest;    Whilst I silently savour thy fest. What trust begets lust begets not... I remember the future, not so bad; Seeking all the pleasures, I haven't had.

From July 2, 2003  (19 years back)

 (Wrote this on Aug 08, 2003) The auditorium was completely occupied and the students filled the atmosphere with their incessant chatter. The first row of seats was arranged for the teaching faculty of the institute and served the same purpose successfully, for very rarely were the esteemed Professors free from their routine to attend such an occasion. The weather outside was awesome and the campus looked beautiful when looked from the windows of the large room. Everyone was busy talking to each other. It wasn't yet time to start the proceedings for today.             There she was, clad in a bright blue dress that appeared to make the azure sky go inferior, sitting beside the window on the extreme left corner of the third row of seats. She seemed to have her mind pre-occupied by some strange incident, which she perhaps liked very much. Apparently, the cool breeze that entered into the room blew a few strings of her hair away from her temple making her process of thinking more

  1994 October 18, in Warangal.