My friend Sachin

This post is dedicated to my friend Sachin Mittal whom I know for more than 7 years now. Our friendship began in college where we used to hang out together. We belonged to the same batch during first year and studied together during all our exams. Even today when I look at the pictures or videos that we shot, it brings a smile on my face. Laughing on each other’s poor jokes, playing the same prank again and again, enjoying the common sense of helplessness before an exam and then talking about the wrong answers after we came out of the exam room, all such memories are always there with me.


Tea with snacks


Since we belonged to different streams of engineering, we were allocated to separate batches in the second year of college. But we continued to go on short trips, which increased further as he moved to a room in the same building as of mine. We started sharing more and used to talk about our failures and aspirations. Other than the daily outing to the nearby market, we also went on a long trip to Kedarnath which started with a simple discussion we had on a Tuesday evening. Following is the narration as per my recollection:

Sachin: It’s Tuesday, Do you wanna go to the temple?

Kushal: I don’t think one should only go to temples on a Tuesday. But never mind, it has been almost an year since I went to one, so let’s go.

After paying a visit to the temple

Kushal: You know what, I think I missed out on a few things by not visiting a temple during all these months. And this visit to the nearby temple did not make up for it. How about the Kedarnath Temple?

Sachin: I have been wanting to visit that temple since long. When do you want to visit?

Kushal: Tonight!

The next thing I knew, we were four guys with baggage on my Bajaj XCD driving as fast as we could, to catch the last bus to Haridwar. The whole trip was as adventurous as this beginning and we literally ran down the hills while coming back from the Kedarnath temple.

After college, though we got placed in the same company, I started my job a few months sooner since I belonged to the computer science stream and he was a mechanical engineer trying to fit into the same shoes. After almost an year we met again as he got the same allocation as mine. We continued the journey of our friendship together and he played a huge role in helping me meet my love. From recharging my phone to getting my bike repaired, this friend of mine did everything I ever asked of him. He has always been there when I needed him the most. He has been the source of my strength and optimism.

Today I am married and we still share the same trust and frankness which we had in college. I am lucky to have a friend like him and shall cherish this friendship forever.

Holi 2015

Holi 2015

Following is a video that we created on our last day in college.

P.S.: This post was inspired by Housing.

Thoughts in Rajdhani Express

Sitting in Rajdhani express, tapping my fingers on this I-pad of Mr. Bindra (not the sharp shooter) , all I can think of is… Well, lot of things!

Till now this ride has been a good experience for me, especially when compared to my recent travel to Allahabad when I had to pass 40 hours sitting (or just fitting) in the space that was left near the door.

The time is not passing by that fast but it’s not a pain either. We had booked our tickets one month advance and that is why we are able to enjoy this air-conditioned coach.

A lot of class mates, or I shall say colleagues now are travelling along and are a constant source of killing time.
The fun was real as after getting down at a station at 1 am, I made a bet for running along the train the longest.  I took it to such a level that my friends started shouting at me as they got worried whether I’ll be able to catch the train or not.

The night was not making me feel sleepy so I decided to finish a novel that was also borrowed from a friend whose name I can’t recall now. (yes, I am that bad with remembering names) Though I do remember the name of the book i.e. “love was not meant for me”. It was written by an engineer from Bihar. I wonder why engineers (like me) are more interested in writing and not doing the work for which they were supposed to get trained for 4 years.
Most people believe that we B.Tech. graduates are engineers just on paper as our mind has not been polished enough during college.

No matter what I say now, I don’t regret a single day, a single party or a single night out that I had with my friends. These experiences are gonna stay with me forever and gonna make me smile during the saddest moments that might (will) come.

Other than reading novel and playing cards, the time is being passed by the gadgets that we have. Playing games, browsing Facebook or just chatting with anonymous people takes preference when all the fellow travelers are asleep or busy with their own stuff.

Well, soup along with bread sticks has just been delivered to me even though I am sitting on someone else’s birth. So, I am going to continue this later. (probably)

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Let me help you with the words written above.

Its Written: “I am speedoholic“.

Well, “Speedoholic” is not a dictionary word. But I made it out of two words.. “Speed” and “Alcoholic”. It means that I am as much addicted to speed as an alcoholic to alcohol. When I give full throttle to my bike, and the fuel flows faster to give maximum energy to the engine… I feel like someone is shouting on me, saying, “Faster, faster, faster, until the thrill of speed overcomes the fear of death”.

I like to do bike stunts. Although I haven’t been doing much since my 2nd year in college. As the coin has two faces, although I enjoy trying these stunts, the expenses on my bike increases proportionally.

This Blog will contain lot of my biking experiences along with my other updates.

I have made this blog because, we learn as much by writing as by reading.

‘People die, but books never die.’

Enjoy Reading..