Nostalgia...

Yesterday around 21.15 I heard crackers bursting. Crackers are burst in India for only a handful of reasons- when India wins in cricket match or someone's wedding or if its Diwali (but its not right now) or some loaded guy's birthday and so on... As the time passed the noise rose and it din't seem to die.

I got pissed off as I was trying hard to focus on my last blog (laziness), after a long gap. The most prevalent cause was cricket victory. So I opened a new tab and was determined to find out which tournament our country had won... I opened yahoobuzz, news websites , scanned almost everything but to my dismay found nothing of the sort I expected. So I assumed the cause to be secondary.

After a few minutes my roommate ran out so I followed her to find fire works(rockets , as from our prison like hostel four walls we could catch them alone). I had missed most of the fir works in the beginning but then ran upstairs to find a better view.

There were rockets of all kind. Some going straight into the air, some snaking at full speed, some bursting immediately , some showering its sparkles for a few seconds (that was my favourite), some green , some bright red, some fiery yellow... I watched them in awe for nearly 20 minutes I guess...

I tried to catch some snaps of those sparkling fires in the sky. I had my 5310 xpress music with which I managed to catch some. But what pissed me off the most was my roommate who was pestering me that I was missing most of the good ones(for gods sake I myself was trying hard to view them as well as photograph simutaneously with a mobile of 2megapixel camera in the narrow gap between asoka trees and underwears drying on the lining..!!!) ....

Well I completely forgot to mention the main reason for the works. It was my college alumni meet(1979 batch). I was mesmerised by the fire works. It was awesome. Today morning I noticed their photo(alumni's not the fire works) in the news paper. It would have been a blast for them with nostalgia.