Vintage Room!

I m going to reveal a very dear secret of mine today. I have always harboured this dream of having a vintage room.
And thanks to someone..( will disclose the name later) I can see this dream coming true..

So this project of ours started with some internet search and market survey and it almost broke my heart when a poster seller told us that its an impossible dream :(

But then we bumped into some art gallery owner and he arranged for some posters but they didnt meet my requirements. But atleast it instilled some hope in me..

And then today, due to hardwork and dedication of my friend, we did find some sites where these posters are available :). I cant explain how ecstatic I felt and now I am one step closer to my dream  :) :)

I will write more once my wall is ready...

p.s I was searching for some vintage hollywood movie posters.

My ink pen

I went to the book fair last month with a few friends. Amongst my few purchases, I impulsively bought an ink pen along with an ink bottle.
That reminded me of my school days when ink pen seemed to be such a nuisance.

After coming back home the first thing I did was to search for my pen amidst the books and craft things but couldn't just locate it. That made me sad as I hate loosing things.

So here I am, missing my ink pen, wont rest until I have one again!!

Not just a Room :) :)

This one's out of blue

coz i m missing my hostel room

its yellow-orange walls

with pink and purple curtains

a set of lovely pictures

thrown on a chair my favourite shawl

the long corridoors

and curvy stairs

shouting each other's names

even when sittin next door

i remember cribbing about my room

when some lizard used to crawl up on my wall

but those were some days

even if it meant waking up all nite long

just to shove her away along the hall

Oiling each other's hair and making braids

clicking stupid pictures any time of the day

running to hide heaters when warden was on round

begging for maggi frm top floor to down

Watchin t-20 world cup in a single room

shouting hard on yuvraj's sixes

or when India finally won the cup

pushing everyone just to catch a glimpse

calculating runs n overs on finger tips

Crying over unfinished quotas

or lost manuals at the last moment

searching for patients all over the town

seeing faces with never ending frowns

my last resort was always my room

Cant help feeling nostalgic today

it took me 6 hrs to put wallpapers that day

Life moves on so do we

but my hostel room will always be a part of me