On a dark desert highway
Cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas
Rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance
I saw a shimmering light
It’s a place of scenic beauty. To put it the right way it can be called walking in the clouds. Situated in an apt location away from admits pollution, car honking loud, people surrounded all across. It’s a place where the sun kisses you and wishes goodmorning, where you hear birds chirping early morn and the nature at its best. It’s a perfect place to live and spend your life. But tat was all soon a dream. It’s a place where you can rightly say it “This could be Heaven or this could be Hell” depends on the way you take it.
It’s a place where 16 odd people with different background, culture, past and future had met. Few carried their past and some wanted to live with their present. It was right then to be a part of them or is right now to be away from them is still a question unanswered to myself.
We shared our lives, be it love life, family life or some other kind of life if at all there exist. It was truly like a journey traveled with strangers but at the final destination there were mixed emotions of being bonded, rift and love for each other.
A course rightly called Post graduate program in Media Management, where in the course offers you a king like treatment, be it from the college with a swimming pool, squash court, tennis court, gym facility, pick up and drop facility from our hostel to our college, be it the exotic food for lunch and the evening snacks.
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year
You can find it here
Classrooms, which are as big as a conference room with professional arrangements, made. That’s why I guess our course director always said “ Guys behave like Professional’s, you are gonna be the future media managers”. Was it a rule or a norm I do not know but all our problems were always heard but never solved. We had to solve our own problems by forgetting them or trying hard to solve them.
It was a class of ego, discrimination, passion about media, lovely couples, talented artist, economist, BMM’s and not to forget the future managers. It was a blend of all. Our lives for a year was to be bonded with each other, be it with choice or without.
Our so called hostel which was more of a resort was the only place where in all showed their true colors, right from yelling, shouting, fighting, back bitching, smoking, boozing, hogging, going for long walks etc.
Mirrors on the ceiling
Pink champagne on ice
And she said
We are all just prisoners here
Of our own device
So a year of being together I managed to make good friends who at some point of time were good but then they were the ones with true colors of dark. All were good people in their own little ways. Caring at times, loving at times and real bad most of the times. But we all lived it and I guess that’s what life teaches us to deal with all kinds of people whether you like them or you don’t.
Last thing I remember
I was running for the door
I had to find the passage back to the place I was before
Relax said the nightman
We are programmed to receive
You can check out any time you like
But you can never leave
So welcome to the hotel California, such a lovely place, such a lovely face.....
Have a GR8 Winter!!
Divs
Cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas
Rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance
I saw a shimmering light
It’s a place of scenic beauty. To put it the right way it can be called walking in the clouds. Situated in an apt location away from admits pollution, car honking loud, people surrounded all across. It’s a place where the sun kisses you and wishes goodmorning, where you hear birds chirping early morn and the nature at its best. It’s a perfect place to live and spend your life. But tat was all soon a dream. It’s a place where you can rightly say it “This could be Heaven or this could be Hell” depends on the way you take it.
It’s a place where 16 odd people with different background, culture, past and future had met. Few carried their past and some wanted to live with their present. It was right then to be a part of them or is right now to be away from them is still a question unanswered to myself.
We shared our lives, be it love life, family life or some other kind of life if at all there exist. It was truly like a journey traveled with strangers but at the final destination there were mixed emotions of being bonded, rift and love for each other.
A course rightly called Post graduate program in Media Management, where in the course offers you a king like treatment, be it from the college with a swimming pool, squash court, tennis court, gym facility, pick up and drop facility from our hostel to our college, be it the exotic food for lunch and the evening snacks.
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year
You can find it here
Classrooms, which are as big as a conference room with professional arrangements, made. That’s why I guess our course director always said “ Guys behave like Professional’s, you are gonna be the future media managers”. Was it a rule or a norm I do not know but all our problems were always heard but never solved. We had to solve our own problems by forgetting them or trying hard to solve them.
It was a class of ego, discrimination, passion about media, lovely couples, talented artist, economist, BMM’s and not to forget the future managers. It was a blend of all. Our lives for a year was to be bonded with each other, be it with choice or without.
Our so called hostel which was more of a resort was the only place where in all showed their true colors, right from yelling, shouting, fighting, back bitching, smoking, boozing, hogging, going for long walks etc.
Mirrors on the ceiling
Pink champagne on ice
And she said
We are all just prisoners here
Of our own device
So a year of being together I managed to make good friends who at some point of time were good but then they were the ones with true colors of dark. All were good people in their own little ways. Caring at times, loving at times and real bad most of the times. But we all lived it and I guess that’s what life teaches us to deal with all kinds of people whether you like them or you don’t.
Last thing I remember
I was running for the door
I had to find the passage back to the place I was before
Relax said the nightman
We are programmed to receive
You can check out any time you like
But you can never leave
So welcome to the hotel California, such a lovely place, such a lovely face.....
Have a GR8 Winter!!
Divs
