WHO AM I

   WHO AM I ?   

Bloggers write a post quite early on this topic but I guess I am not too late for it.(I guessed it wrong ? , forgive this tardy post!) Till date, I never realized the need for it and merely increasing the post-count is just next to nuisance. Anyways, on a short note, I introduce myself and without much boasting end it up without making this blog-entry a bio.

I am presently pursuing a B.tech in Electrical and Electronics Engineering from IIT Guwahati. My extra-curricular activities also termed as my 'hobbies' lie in reading non-fiction, blogging and web-designing.

   What I Love ?   

Equations,inspiring songs, to the point(answers, people), puzzles, spring season, Indian History, day-dreams, definitions, tea, mathematics, poems, good sense of humor, codes, surfing.

   What I Hate ?   

Politics and everything related, summer, travelling, laws of physics, dreams, superstition, cats, novels, pessimism, yellow color, poverty, feelings, show-off, common-sense(poorly defined), dance.

I hold a balanced notion on Religion and Education.

For the last six years I've been experimenting to find out how to get more from life.I don't promise I have all the answers, just a place to start.

PRANAV SODHANI

Childhood ,Travelling and Adventure

The best part of one's life is the period of schooling and I believe that you will have to agree with me on this. Every thing used to fall so perfectly in its place. We were ambitious even then, but were not tensed regarding this issue. Not so sure about the exams but undoubtedly we loved what followed it - vacations ! Boredom was certain to follow freedom. Recall the last day before the vacations started, the cheerful faces, the cool ambience that prevailed, the goodbyes ! - Whenever recalled, these thoughts invoke a "waooo" feeling somewhere deep inside my heart.

Every hero has his own tragedy and so had we. We were asked (or should I say forced?) to complete a long list of holiday-homework. This seemed too tiring and boring and used to set the mood off. Anyways, in the midst of these, were plans to enjoy an entire month. Vacations, in my case, always dealt with a travelling experience. A long train journey to my grandma's place often meant an extrovert nature of facing things and people as well. I enjoyed being there after a complete revolution around the sun (annually).

Travelling in a 3rd AC coach in the Rajdhani Express every time, my mind wondered for obvious reasons what more comforts would be in a 1st AC coach. I passionately desired to move to other sections of the train to have a look there but changing coaches in a moving train of the Indian railways often meant skipping a heart-beat and so I had to put back my curious mind and let it stick to the window enjoying the scenery outside. Within an hour either it turned monotonous or the train attendants came along with the snacks and other food stuffs. Surely, back then, you would never have complained the services offered in the Rajdhani Express when the environment was not excessively polluted with terms like - inflation, adulteration, etc. The conditions now are different. Anyways, 30 hours passed with alternate sections of monotone and adventure and finally we made a transit to the hot-airy railway station of New-Delhi.

A day passed and the next day we were at our grandma's place. I enjoyed the difference in environment there, the people I met, the care I got. Hows weeks passed, I never realized and the date to be back arrived. Back to my place, I hurriedly completed the left-off homework and was all set to re-begin my school.

So what do we conclude? The above 4 stanzas reflect the simplicity of life then, the burden less attitude of doing stuffs. And now a responsibility comes up ! I and if I am correct we, all thought being elderly is so fun and glamour but when it comes to ourselves, WE KNOW WHAT IT IS.

#childhood_memories
#school_life
#vacations.


  

Ramlal, the colour of my life

RAMLAL, the color of my life!

The article lays emphasis NOT on the life of any big-wig but my very own pet.

“DOGS may come and dogs may go,

But Ramlal should live on forever!”

Feeling tongue-tied?

Might be, but we named him so, of course my pet. Now let me unveil another mystery on the matter. It isn't “He or Him”. In fact, a female edition!

The basis of such appalling mishap was because the name came earlier then the dog. In due course we decided not to revise the name we had thought of though we tried to regulate it somewhere around “Ramlaali” or “Ramleela”.

As a vogue, my brother insisted on lending him an English name “Stuart”. He might have recommended it while his mind was profoundly occupied with immense zest and fervor towards Hollywood trends. However it was Ramlal which gained fame for reasons analogous to why Kolaveri Di was a big hit. 

Five and a half years down the lane, I still recall the first night he spent with us. It made my mother revive the days of my childhood when she had to blaze her sleep to switch on my comfort zone. Ramlal was none other than a baby, at least his demands were.

We had cats in our residence since time immemorial. They were fed up well and so the rationale of this long-stay. However as all cats lack it, so did they – loyalty. I still remember my soft hands getting clawed up by those fierce-looking cats when I tried feeding them the chapattis, I hated to eat. And now you won’t find any of them here all owing to Ramlal’s abhorrent nature towards cat.

Back to the square one, Ramlal won hearts of not one but the entire family. His diet was although a symbol that he detested the culinary skills at our home and since then this has been a consistent source of popular plight. Some humorous features of this cutie-pie are noted below: -

• He suffers from the phobia of doctors to the extent that places turn wet and yellow when he is to confront the same on an annual basis.
• Air-Conditioning is what he loves to live in. His hirsute body in the attendance of the wintry air gets conciliated and he readily shifts to the space where he finds the A.C. switched on.
•  Thunderstorms and any other deafening sounds don’t let him breathe in amity. He swiftly moves to a corner where he feels sheltered. His tail isn't anymore upright.
•  Money will buy you a pretty good dog, but it won't buy the wag of his tail. The licking of your ears and the wagging of his tail on your homecoming after a tedious journey is what you expect from Ramlal and thus feel energized.
• Ramlal isn’t a watch dog. Where he sleeps is a bed room and speaking of true humor  we share the same bed indeed.

Despite all the first-rate moments we get to share, we know that he has to go on a heavenly abode long before we get the exodus from life. Goodbyes are really hard to announce. Cherishing and reviving these auspicious occasions won’t ever suffice. Let’s hope the period of grief might be brief.

 "There is no psychiatrist in the world like a puppy licking your face"