tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59529273771458229412011-04-21T20:59:07.344-07:00Ranxshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11884270739366411453noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952927377145822941.post-44282450418327574252007-12-05T06:12:00.000-08:002007-12-06T11:09:02.480-08:00<div> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Some incidents kindle the nostalgic fever of my college days.<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Midnight outings in forlorn night make the impassive faces turn euphoric. </span><span lang="EN-GB">The night life at <i>dhaba</i> allure to dement and follow the conversant paths. The facade of <i>dhaba</i> decorated with spasmodic twinkling light of tiny bulbs add zeal to tired mind , after a long studies and perfunctory lab assignments.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">The tempo of <i>Bhojpuri </i>music generate a rabidity and provincial lyrics gives a pseudo polyglot intuitive feeling. </span><span lang="EN-GB">The cornice of pillars and crevice walls give a feel of equitable luxury best displayed by <i>khalsa dhaba</i>. </span><span lang="EN-GB">The dinner request mixed with engineering jargon MD, ED, IST, TOM welter the recipes list. The rustic waiter with apathy look jolt down the dishes that match his memory list.<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Fragrance of condiments spread over the spicy preparations and the savory chicken fill our belly before putting a piece in mouth. Raising toasts for the group being non-committed to anyone was like a chocolate over a vanilla ice cream, being happy with no reason.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">The return journey on bicycle with pissing intermission paint a memorable picture of college hibernal nights . Invading the pervasive environment with scurrilous chat gives a reason to canine woofing. The junket end with melody of amorous music leading to sopor.<br /></span></p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5952927377145822941-4428245041832757425?l=ranxs4.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ranxshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11884270739366411453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952927377145822941.post-70223876816666887042007-12-02T09:46:00.000-08:002007-12-04T05:57:18.406-08:00For past one year i am hemmed with books in a grotto.<br />The profound reading habit fostered each passing day. The initial frivolous attitude breeds slowly into rapture of reading.<br />The commodious racks stacked with non fictions and prize winner literature. The plump storage area drooped with numerous literature, from Bookers prize winner to history of TATA Steel.<br />The guileless search for knowledge macerated my captious attitude and emancipate from half knowledge. Books are mean to straighten the gnarled world and keep sharpening your lacklustered mind. They give you to retort the base knowledge, make your life easier at business and expropriate your personal life.<br /><br />Well said " <span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">There are two motives for reading a book : one, that you can enjoy it, the other you can boast about it </span>"<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5952927377145822941-7022387681666688704?l=ranxs4.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ranxshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11884270739366411453noreply@blogger.com1