once upon a time...
all great or not-so-great stories have begun with these very words...truly, when i look back... i feel as if i was born here in this building called "munshi"...
On my last trip to munshi...i felt
- the walls were yearning to listen to our cacophony...
- the gardener still cuts the grass without any mercy...
- the loos still have our graffiti intact...
- the rooms are still as dirty as ever...
- and the tales of ragging are still heard in the corridors...
but a few things have changed for better or for worse...i dont know...
- the cycle stand now hosts a slew of motor cycles...
- the old telephone is replaced...
- the rooms have internet...
- there is TATA SKY in TV room...phew...!
am blessed i lived in an era when there was nothing but our own voice, our own guitar and our own people...here's my tribute to that place....
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-2395974564042722936&hl=en
all great or not-so-great stories have begun with these very words...truly, when i look back... i feel as if i was born here in this building called "munshi"...
On my last trip to munshi...i felt
- the walls were yearning to listen to our cacophony...
- the gardener still cuts the grass without any mercy...
- the loos still have our graffiti intact...
- the rooms are still as dirty as ever...
- and the tales of ragging are still heard in the corridors...
but a few things have changed for better or for worse...i dont know...
- the cycle stand now hosts a slew of motor cycles...
- the old telephone is replaced...
- the rooms have internet...
- there is TATA SKY in TV room...phew...!
am blessed i lived in an era when there was nothing but our own voice, our own guitar and our own people...here's my tribute to that place....
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-2395974564042722936&hl=en
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