Pune is like my hometown.
Like a new born baby i open my eyes for life there with my best pals.
Journey of freedom..Journey to Explore..Journey of Love..Journey of Dreams..Journey full of fantasies..
Journey of seeing firangi alive in front of me(that was a bit scary for me)...
Those were the days when like a child I used to wait for weekend to come.
Every another day, learn a new marathi world.Dreamt of doing so many things at one time.
Taking breaks actually entire day was a break but still break..:)..sitting in foodcourts and thinking hard about what to eat..so many options..wow..
Staying at friends house without taking anybody permission..Go for long rides...
Feel the mountains,rain.... touch of fresh air everyday like a dream...
Eating vada pav,kachi dabeli,cheese burger,tea at every other corner
finally celebrating Ganpati at your own home and reading the marathi pooja book without even understanding a word of that..and singing the DON movie song.."aab to ghar mai aana hai aana hi hoga" for ganpati..
feeling shy saying "Ganpati bappa morya..Mangal Murti Morya.."
and finally crying during Ganpati visarjan...
And the day came....
Selling your mattress,almirah,gas...
And then journey Away from Pune.....
Like a new born baby i open my eyes for life there with my best pals.
Journey of freedom..Journey to Explore..Journey of Love..Journey of Dreams..Journey full of fantasies..
Journey of seeing firangi alive in front of me(that was a bit scary for me)...
Those were the days when like a child I used to wait for weekend to come.
Every another day, learn a new marathi world.Dreamt of doing so many things at one time.
Taking breaks actually entire day was a break but still break..:)..sitting in foodcourts and thinking hard about what to eat..so many options..wow..
Staying at friends house without taking anybody permission..Go for long rides...
Feel the mountains,rain.... touch of fresh air everyday like a dream...
Eating vada pav,kachi dabeli,cheese burger,tea at every other corner
finally celebrating Ganpati at your own home and reading the marathi pooja book without even understanding a word of that..and singing the DON movie song.."aab to ghar mai aana hai aana hi hoga" for ganpati..
feeling shy saying "Ganpati bappa morya..Mangal Murti Morya.."
and finally crying during Ganpati visarjan...
And the day came....
Selling your mattress,almirah,gas...
And then journey Away from Pune.....
Too good... It was really a fun... :)
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ReplyDeleteSay....Ganpati Bappa Morya...
ReplyDeleteMangal Murty Morya...:p
ReplyDeletei miss pune too :-( its a great place..
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