a trip thats still alive.....

Auroville ….when ever I heard about this place there was something that pulled me towards it…..I Knew there was something magical about this place….I wanted to go there and I went there…..and with the best company I could wish for…my friends…our destination was auroville Gias garden where our accommodation was booked. I was more than excited. We took autos from pondicherry to Gias Gardens. The auto driver knew just one language i.e. Tamil …we knew four languages except for Tamil. We just went on and on we entered auroville it was so beautiful. I saw a direction board to gias garden but the auto driver dint ….i tried so hard to explain it to him but I failed miserably …finally we met a person in a gipsy and he was ready to take us to the destination it was a topless gipsy…..wow!!! What a ride it was, I could touch all the trees I just kept on jumping. Finally we reached the gias garden...oh!! my!! God!! I never saw any place so beautiful as gias garden. The owner of the house Mr. kireet who was British was gentle man of his kind. It looked like he put his heart and soul to make and maintain this guest house and we respected his dedication and took that extra care not to spoil it. Soon we got ready and were set to leave the guest house to explore auroville while rest of our classmates preferred to rest for a while…..we walked and walked to take bikes for rent and walked for about four kilometers and we enjoyed the walk totally, so fianly we have bikes in our hands…all that we could manage to get is TVs luna, spirit, and a scooty. The vehicles were in this weird condition driving them was a challenge in its own. While our other class mates failed to get bikes so we were kinda the studs among all….
He hah hah hah….
The three meters wide road with greenbelt on both the sides fog rolling up from the road.
Wooo….i can still remember the scene. Voila!! To add up to all this it rained. This was like icing on the cake. While everybody choose to stop and take shade we drove and were shouting out of joy…..
These are the moments when I feel man!! Life’s beautiful. I don’t mind struggling for days and get to see a day like this and at the end say life is beautiful. We just kept driving again after the unforgettable pasta and chocolate moose, but this time there was no destination we were just driving as if there was no end we drove till two thirty in the night. We also encountered ghost lols …ya when we were driving we would be in a group when ever we would find any bike missing we would wait for them and we waited it was almost like a jungle while the missing bike just reached, we just stopped and were talking, we heard this weird sound all of us almost skipped a heart beat we got really scared and al of us just ran away from that place. Heheheh I donno if it was a ghost but there was something. while we were still driving one of our vehicles got punctured because I was the lightest among all I had to do the honors of driving the punctured vehicle back hotel…..i drove it for about five kilometers …phew….. finally we reached the guest house and none of us were tired still thanks to archisyndrome(i.e. none of us sleep in the nights) It was drizzling and we went on to the terrace sitting on this really high table and taking shade in ninety centimeters cantilevered sunshade.
We choose to freeze….
Madness right ……
But that’s our definition for fun…….
Auroville was a place which was away from the chaos of city life a city full of hope….i donno when but at least after ten years I will come back till then miss u!!!

I know its too long a blog, but im sure if not any one sameera, vedika, maria, archana, mansi, anusha,ravi….you will love it…..thanks for being such a lovely company….
Luv u all…..

jokes can be injurious to health......

archana and her jokes....they suck...but still we laugh on them or end up beating her up for cracking such bad jokes....
reaction guarantee..
I donno from where does she picks them up from..oh ya according to sources her good old chinna naati friends and her tarnaka friends. Ok let me start now when ever she enters any place she waves her hand like a netaji, laughs for no reason and immedietly dresses her hair ....oh ya she is totaly obssessed about her hair she just loves them or may be hates them, but shes always behind them.
Getting back now to jus give hint about her jokes "sun ke torch aa".... We always fall into the same group when it comes to group assignments, we never know how the time just passes on all thanks to her jokes or il better call them "kullu jokes" as termed by my friend sameera. Once two of my friends and me were seriously workin on a project and we were all tensed up because things were not materializing ...then archana also happend to be in the scene but she was not a part of the team and her jokes satrt yet again....I was complaining it to one of my friend that the anti virus software is not running in my system, soon this lady with a bling on her face asks if something was wrong with its legs (anti virus's legs[:(]).....and guess what it was a joke and
we had to laugh....
Dont you think she sucks ...
let me tell you one more...the other day when we went to have lunch in the canteen she saw this "no admission" board on the kitchen door and this girl questions if there was no admission even with donation..........
well i can go and on....but you know what i still love her so keep cracking those jokes....:)

new night has come.....

New day has come….
Think again
New night has come….
Well people you have no idea how fresh I am during the night ….I just love them I never realized when my schedules turned upside down but ya it is a side effect of architecture, oh never mind I don’t it regret it though. when its just about time for the entire world (at least half of them now; thanks to the MNC culture) is all set to sleep I get fresh all active setting up my drawing table getting the right music on…searching on for my tiny stationary…well I have to mention this I believe that half of my life is wasted in search of thing. Never come straight away to me when I need them the most…..now getting back drawing table right!!! I am not so passionate about my drawing or may be I am forced to be passionate or I am passionate, well it’s all mixed reactions….
WATEVER!!!!
But I am stuck to the board ….doing what? Well good question …drafting obviously, well in my case its not…


Considering the schedule of 11pm-6am

3hrs- drafting
2hrs- dreaming, cribbing dancing etc etc….
1hr – orkutting

pls note: the 3 hrs for drafting is subjected to change definitely negative.

And to mention about my favorite time 3 am I just love when the clocks show 3 am. There is something very magical about it. I get very high at this time and of course how can I forget some lovely memories all that struck at this magical time. New years traffic jam at Mumbai, my first ever encounter with drunkards in my college during the councils meet man!! It was fun, late night walks in manipal, auroville guest house terrace rain cigarette…well the list just goes on and on….night are magical….i am sure most of u will agree.
Have rocking nights….
Love you all…
Cheers….
Deepti.