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I walk a lonely road The only one that I have ever known Don't know where it goes But it's home to me and I walk alone I walk this empty street On the Blvd. of broken dreams Where the city sleeps And I'm the only one and I walk alone I walk alone I walk alone My shadows the only one that walks beside me My shallow hearts the only thing that's beating Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me Till then I walk alone I'm walking down the line That divides me somewhere in my mind On the border line of the edge And where I walk alone Read between the lines What's fucked up and everythings all right Check my vital signs to know I'm still alive And I walk alone I walk alone I walk alone My shadows the only one that walks beside me My shallow hearts the only thing that's beating Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me Till then I walk alone I walk this empty street On the Blvd. of broken dreams Where the city sleeps And I'm the only one and I w...

There is nothing better than remembering the moments spent with the loved ones. It is like re-living the best parts of our lives. It leaves us rejuvenated for facing the hardships that awaits us. These memories also sometimes haunt us when we miss the companionship that we used to enjoy at some point in time and now we have covered great distances to get back to that lane, that lane which witnessed us as inseparable from our friends. No matter how hard we try to bring back those days, how desperate we may get to share the same intimacy, how long we curse our destinies to have paved separate paths for us, we know that strange are the norms of life. All we do is move ahead, hoping to build such bond with some other people. But deep down in our hearts, we accept our failure to find replacements to fill that void created. This is a tribute to all those who came close enough to share my sorrows and happiness and left an indelible impression. I take this opportunity to let them know that I m...

This is not a review on the movie Hostel (a good one for the gory movie lovers!) but a reminder to my MBA journey, a crucial part of which forms my stay in the IMT hostel. Now I realize how different the life of a hostler is from that of a day scholar (DS). A DS leads a school kid’s life while the hostler enjoys the ‘khushi & gam’ of the college life. I still remember my first day in the hostel very clearly. I felt like a lost child who wanted to cry remembering her parents and friends with no one to console her. There was this terrible urge to be at home. My room seemed like a jail/hospital where you cannot exercise your choice. All kinds of unknown creepy insects visited my room along with the more familiar breed of lizards and roaches. The mess was like a fish market everyone fighting for plates and food. The humidity of the season made things worse. I became normal after 4-5 months of my stay. I only stayed in my room; I didn’t live there. I used to spend my entire day in my fr...