The Sonance Behind My Silence

     The ribbon tied at the finish line is brought down by the touch of his nose in slow motion, and the entire crowd seated in the cinema hall bursts into hoots, whistles and generous claps of applause. We all know it’s a culmination of the director’s vision and the use of sophisticated technology, but the climax of the masterpiece ‘Bhaag Milkha Bhaag’ leaves us as astonished and awestruck as the audience in the movie. ‘The Flying Sikh’ as he was rightly called by the then General Ayub Khan of Pakistan, Milkha Singh races his way to a position of reverence even in the minds of those whose parents weren’t even born when he achieved his laudable victories.      I am not writing this piece as a spoiler for the movie or as a eulogy in honour of the living legend Milkha Singh, but as a realisation that I’m sure this movie is bound to create in a million minds around the world. Calling it ‘just about the best movie ever made’ is an understatement. From the director who gave us ‘Ran

     It was easier to bid the rustic streets of Bibvewadi a final farewell, than I’d previously thought. The ecstasy of finally being able to head home for good has pervaded every bout of separation anxiety that I might have felt for leaving the city of the Dagdusheth Halwai Ganpati. There will be no Mondays to feel glum about, for at 6 am then I’ll be fast asleep under my covers instead of boarding a Shivneri to Swargate. The Mumbai-Pune Express Highway will not be treaded that often, only to make way for a new path, a new journey, and an even greater new destination.      Life has changed drastically over the last 4 years, and so have I, in terms of appearance, conduct and intellect. As I've transformed from a clueless nerd of 18 to a focussed itinerant of 21, I've realized how much I've learnt from the situations I've faced and the people I've met. Friendships were formed, broken, forgotten, rejoined, nurtured and cherished over the last 4 years, but every re

     This might seem a little overdone, but somehow I can't seem to get tired thinking about my freshman year. After my freshman year, when I left for Mumbai from Poona, I could not help recollecting the memories that were associated with every place I laid my eyes on! Then be it the "Lake Town Society", which I never saw, the sweet Malai Kofta from "Jaipur Garden" that I just ate once, or the crowded "thaali"in "Chintamani"...my ultimate choice for a lazy Saturday night... I'd never thought, even after spending half of my childhood in Poona (and even being born there), the town could give me so many things to treasure...in my first year of engineering itself! These might seem a little weird, sometimes difficult to understand since you possibly haven't lived those moments, and even harder to "Like" since this note has NO RHYME! So here I start with those special memories...those unforgettable moments.      1. Vibhas's

     It was one of those days when I'd decided to have my glasses on, the entire day. No big deal about that, huh? Well, you wouldn't say that had you been caught in what seemed like the wildest storm the city had ever seen. Raindrops, the size of pebbles, rammed my delicate glass frame, and I didn't quite enjoy the blocked view! I and my friends Rahul and Krish were back from "The Murder At Wallabe Street" and were totally freaked out when the reel world caught up with the real world, since all the ongoing weather conditions bore remarkable resemblance to what happened in the movie. But, it was July, and such a storm was a common phenomenon.      Soon I was all by myself, desperately making my way through the rain, to get to my house as quickly and as dry as possible. I totally envied the other two for living so close to the theatre! I took the shortest path to my house, an alley that'd easily have won the award for "The Darkest and Spookiest Alley in

     There are a few actions that we perform, which force us to take an oath, at some point in our lives. Well, dragging your moped in the rain, along the water clogged streets of Bibwewadi, Poona, is surely one of them. It made me take an oath, to always keep a check on the petrol tank of the vehicle I drive.       It all started with a teeny weeny "road trip" from Prabhat Road after watching 'Inception'. Those of you who've been to Prabhat Road, surely know the feeling you get when you leave an area like that to go to an area like Bibwewadi. That's right, I too, was totally hesitating to go to Bibwewadi, but, since I didn't really have a choice, I set out, braving the rain. Things were running smooth for most of the trip; I never took a wrong turn, I didn't violate any traffic rules, none of my notorious "stunts" happened...      Then, all of a sudden, as though Nature was conspiring against me, the clouds roared... The sky became over

     Freshman year was unforgettable for almost every student of my college and I am no exception to it. Adding a little rhyme to the year I can never forget, here's  Leaving behind your happy school days, When you enter college feeling gruesome, The sooner you realise this the better it is, That, if school life was great, college life is AWESOME! The day always starts with leaving for college in a hurry, Your stomach's angry, it hates the hostel breakfast, Yet you make your way to college somehow, You don't know how long the stomach ache will last!!! But once you enter college all sorrows are left aside, Unless it's exam time, when horror replaces sorrow, Still you feel happy about what's gonna happen today, Yet you can't day dream all time, there's a long day to go! No sooner have you stepped foot in the classroom, Than you're loaded with assignments & completing journals, You don't know if submitting them is possible or not

Famous Italian Physicist Enrico Fermi      Enrico Fermi once remarked that we can measure any physical quantity without using any instrument, just by estimating it. He demonstrated the same by estimating the yield of an atomic explosion at ‘The Trinity Site’ in 1945 by hurling in the air pieces of confetti that he cut from notebook paper, and further tedious calculations showed that he was more or less right. Scientists then came to believe that any quantity can be measured without an instrument, if you know how.      But there is one quantity that’s impossible to measure. Each one of us knows it, some find it stupid, some are enthralled by it, but none of us has been able to escape it. It is the feeling of love, that we feel for our family, our friends, and ultimately, for our life partner. Years of scientific research on why we feel what we feel has led us to believe that it is actually a chemical combination of hormones that makes us love someone. Another explanation for