The way to happiness

In the garden of happiness
There is sometimes an entrance ticket
But the real garden is the greenery
The soft cool breeze, swaying the grass
The tiny droplets of dew

On one side is the walking track
On the other, swing, seesaw and the slide
Life is like the road, from entrance to exit, a curvy walk
But happiness, incidents left and right

Happiness is like swinging a sweet girl
Happiness is like sliding down the slide
Happiness is like feeling the breeze in your face
Happiness is like loosening your grip on the seesaw
Happiness is like jogging with your best friend
Happiness is like waiting for someone outside the garden
Happiness is like watching the butterflies flutter
Happiness is like watching the sunrise
Happiness is like smelling the flowers

There are tall trees and short
The seesaw describes life, sometimes up sometimes down
Happiness is a privilege, it doesn’t come to you
You have to create it, before you exit
If the ship doesn’t come to the shore, swim to it
Change your thought and the whole world around you changes
Remember, in the garden of happiness, not all are happy

It seems like yesterday!

It seems like yesterday, that I travelled to Churchgate - all the way in the train
It seems like yesterday, that we all met for the first time in the class room.
The tall Mathew, the sweet Mansi, the weird Sanket, long hair Danny (then Dinesh), H-U-S-H-I-D-A-R, the smiley sapna.
It seems like yesterday, that we worked on the website project, roamed around capturing the city on camera, editing movies.
It seems like yesterday, laughing at Operas, having fun at the Pune Trip, almost being kicked out of the campus.
It seems like yesterday, we phrased "Modi Ka Baap", visited Oshos, made someone wash his socks at 1 am.
It seems like yesterday, we used technology to clear papers, hey Man!
It seems like yesterday, we booed the normal KCites, as we were above the rest, on the 6th foor
It seems like yesterday, we ate Chinese at HR canteen, had dessert at 210 degrees, ate manchurian from Ateeq's plate. I remember that i always ordered two glasses of juice.
It seems like yesterday, that we made Mumbai 360, No Ball, and late night editing.
It seems like yesterday, we went to Goa, Bad Luck Suraj, sleeping at the beach.
It seems like yesterday, we went to Hyderabad, the secrets-unrevealed till date, all my jokes, Ankits Reliance falling off the train, and he getting slapped for it. Oh Boy!
It seems like yesterday, that we went to Goa, yet again. The elite "Parallel Group", and then working on the annual magazine. The fights thereon
It seems like yesterday, we worked day and night for Blitzkrieg - one of my precious memories
It seems like yesterday, we discussed Kajal, Shagun, etc - you get the point
It seems like yesterday, Jerry Pinto addressed somebody as "Lipstick". Sun you would remember Jerry, very well
It seems like yesterday, we went for movies, before exams
It seems like yesterday, we called Mathew for all acedemic queries
It seems like yesterday, that we all separated after the finals.

I miss the parallel group, the HR chinese, the "This is my college" jokes, the Tarzan incidents, the intellectual conversations, I miss all of it.

It all seems like yesterday. Boy, It was a long day!! I hope the memories remain fresh forever