The Nostalgic Beginning....

Today I want to be back in Nirmal Niwas,

Back in the company of my friends,

In the times when we laughed on some stupid joke,

When we cried and fought on trivial issues,

Listened to random FM music,

Irritated Sr.Alexine with our naughtiness,

Vigorously argued on a national issue,

In the process, making it more a personal issue.

Today again I want to see Bihari uncle,

Talk to him and just say *Badiya Hai*,

Again I want to stand at Japanese Corner

and look at the new arrivals or just smile at Uncle back,

Wait for tea to arrive from Manoj's stall ,

And call little Sujit by name to enquire about his well being.

Today again I want to be in the hustle-bustle of Karol Bagh,

Go window shopping at Westside and Woodland,

Visit the small temple at the market place,

Walk down the street with the enormous crowd and forget myself in it,

Want to have a Softie at Mc.D's and walk back to hostel,

Eat the Super spicy Momos and return teary eyed.

Again I want to stand at my *Pak* window,

Feel the breeze on my face, touch the raindrops,

Or stand there just looking at the passers-by,

Again I want to have a bite of the very yum Rolls,

Have a walk in Rani Jhansi Park and hum some tune,

Again I want to see the Iron Man,

And listen to his *Aao ji aao*.

Today again I want to hold Sneha and cry my tears out,

Talk to Sonali on some random topic over tea,

Listen to Tripti sing a wonderful number,

Or just be with Sharon to give her company,

Sing and dance for no reason at all,

Or just sit down in my room to ponder.

Again I want to admire the zillion cars parked,

To be awe struck by the Audis, Mercs, and the like,

Again I want to count the cars with Meheras,

Or just sit at the window to look at the peepal tree,

Today again I want to relive those moments,

To have a walk in Rajindar Nagar all by myself,

And try to bring the broken pieces together.

How I wish I get all of this Back.