Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away-I

Well it's gud to be back after a very long time.

All that and a update on the last few episodic months is coming soon on this way.

But before that lemme announce new liitle feature that gets added up on this blog today.

Here it goes, everytime the subject line reads "Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away-Number"

it must be some experience which was worth penning down and definitely worth reading years later.

Lemme see how many I can collect from here on.

So am at grad school in Minneapolis after having an awesome vacation back home, preceded by a honeymoon period

in the office after my resignation and a week to remember in NY with one of my best buddies Shrinivas(Thanks

Ronnie,you indeed are one of the best things that has happened to me) and I come to this cold lonely windy place

where summer temerature is at 12C and and am unable to find a single one I know or can connect to.

So it's the first 3 days going through the usual routine of orientations,cards, passes,bank accounts and blah blah and

plus I get heavily stared at if am wearing a sweater(woof people's eyes almost screeching aloud, hey itz summer dude)

.Deep inside am feeling very alone, very home sick and and my mind keeps going back to mom's emotional speech at the

airport.

So there I am all drenched in a sudden downpour.,lost in this huge campus where I can't figure out where to go for the

last couple of hours or so and missing everything awesome about my life.I ask some one passing by "Hey Could

temme how the gopher goes to the Coffman hall."(The entire university is connected by a subway which people probably

use when it snows or rains, and Gopher thatz what anyone connected to the University of Minnesota is called(students

profs etc.)even the roads). He says "hey you, oh no nevermind" then when he says with a litttle shaky confidence "think I have

seen you somewhere,thatz when i almost spontaneously say "think I have heard you somewhere",ayaskanta ...amogh

woohoooooo.

That was one of my buddies from back in 12th, someone I had a great time with back in those agonizing lab sessions.

We, finished our twelth together, I went to NITR he went to IITR(Roorkee) and somehow we had lost touch though

surprisingly he was well informed about me that I was in tronics and had joined MS and other stuff,and guess what, he has

been here for the last two years pursuing a PHD in chemical engineering and we both were completely unaware of this, his mom

happened to be our teacher in BJB junior college, and whoa what a way to meet.

Rest, well we had a great time that evevning.

Suddenly I was talking to someone in oriya and cursing someone naturally with a smile.

Suddenly I was feeling all better and cozy and little more confident.

It wouldn't have been have half as much fun had we had a regular meeting.

It's a small world and a beautiful life.

A new life begins, am a Gopher now!