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Tuesday, July 27, 2010













TOUCHING LETTER


This Touchable Letter is written by Special Friend of my Earliest Roommate, PRATEEK NAMRATA KUMAR at my Alma Mater, DPS MATHURA ROAD in Delhi. He was also Proud Member of MUN. SANJANA was his closest in MUN and He had very Serious Relationship with her.

STORY BEHIND DIS :

My Friend , Prateek was very Active in Extra Curricular Activities like Speeches, Debates nd Specially in Quizzes and MUN { Model United Nations}.
He has Won More than Dozen Prizes in Quiz Contests including the Classic Derek’ O Brian Show, Bournvita Quiz Contest on Zee TV.
He Also had the High Experience in Attending MUN’s.

MUN:

Model United Nations is specially Simulation based Conference about the Running the Bodies of United Nations in peaceful manner. It comprises of more than 30 Students of different Classes Each Representing different Countries of World including Asian and African Continents.
These Countries r Governed by Committee led by Senior General and his Authority.
Each Member gets Time to Speak bout the Existing Conditions and the Problems faced by The People of the Respective Nations.
Every member is given the Full Freedom to Counter one’s Views and Allegations at any Point of Time. Final Decision is being held by the Head of course!

The Following Letter is COPYRIGHTED whose Source is Highly Confidential. Only My Dearest Dipsites has the Pass 4 it…..



LETTER FROM SANJANA:

I don’t Know How has this Affected Me so Deeply. I Really Don’t. I Would Never have Thought that I’d Love MUN so much so that I would Cry that Night And on 2 Seperate Occasions the Next Day just becoz it was Over. It was so Perfect those 3 Days in that Council in the Company of Wonderful, Intelligent, Funny People, Pitting my Wits Against Thesis, Taking them at their True Value, Their Very Best and in Turn having the Best brought out in me. It would be Utopia 2 live like that Forever.
It felt like an Oasis of Innocence, of Pure Unadulterated Fun, without being Dragged Down in the Mud of Cynicism. We were Actually the Youth doing Something we Believed in s Rational Thinking Human Beings. It had Nothing to do with Normal Life. It was Beyond that, above that.
Meeting the People that I did, People that I Never Want 2 Let go of or Choose Between them. I Hate the Fact that It had 2 End that I know I’ll Return 2 Normality soon. The Worst, the very Worst is that I know I’ll soon get back 2 my Usual Life and that my be, I don’t Want it 2 b True but It is, My b it’ll Start Fading in my Mind. I’ll Move on and Though I know I’ll Never 4get dis. I might Wonder in the Future, Why it Meant so much 2 me and I won’t have Concrete Answer bcoz I really Don’t Know.
I do not Understand How People I’ve just met can make Huge Impact on me. How it Feels that 3 Days have been more Important than the Whole of the Rest of the Year and t the very Least the Whole of my Life so far, t the Most.
Why does it Happen that When Good Things comes, dey com all Together and U have 2 Choose bcoz U can’t have dem all. Then Suddenly the Choice U Probably would have Made isn’t n Option anymore. U Want it 2 b. U Want it with all ur Heart but it can’t b. U Realize How Much U actually Wanted it only When it Finally Sinks in that It’s Not going 2 Happen. Only Way 2 Alleviate the Truly Inexplicable Pin is 2 Pretend U didn’t Really Care that much in the First Place. But that Ruins it, Ruins the Purity of what did Happen. It’s Like Dirt Rubbed onto Clean White Sheets or Blood Splattered over Freshly Fallen Snow, Defilement, Sacrilege.
U can’t Talk bout it bcoz U Know No 1 else will Understand. Dey’ll Call it Strange. It’s something dat has No Place in the World of Today. There’s Child like Wonder in the Experience, Purity of Joy, Untouched by the Grime that is Spread in thin Layer of everything we do, Everything we say.
Confidence is a Place where U weren’t Afraid 2 Showcase Ur Intelligence. We have 2 Use Our Mind in a Constructive Way. U have 2 give it Ur very Best, Reach the Limits of Ur Potential and Push them, further. Only Chair like “Prateek” could have Managed that 4 his Delegates, n Atmosphere where U had 2 b Brilliant or U wouldn’t Survive. U weren’t Afraid of what ny1 would Say bout u. There was Nobody 2 Ridicule Ur Passion, 2 Laugh t Ur Dreams. U were Serious bout What U were Doing and the Apathy that Colors Everything else wasn’t there. People with u- SHOIKAT were Giving their Absolute Best and 2 not Give Yours would have been Wrong. Just Plain Wrong.
The 2 Most Wonderful People I met, PRATEEK and SHOIKAT. I Honor and Respect them with Full Meaning of Both Words which I know have Lost their Relevance in Normal Life. This Writing is Tribute 2 them and What they Brought out in Me.
I Know that Tomorrow I will have 2 Study 4 n Exam that I don’t Care bout only bcoz Life is Routine. It’s Fixed and if U Don’t Follow , U Lose it. It’s Strange and Sad but only 2 b True.
I m Writing this with a Green Ink Pen Presented 2 me by PRTEEK. It’s a Pen He took 2 10 of his 11 MUN’s. It’s been with him in HARVARD, at HAGUE in China, in Mumbai and in Delhi. I Know How much it means 2 him and the Fact that He gave it 2 me indicates How much He Felt I Deserved what I didn’t get. It Shows me that He 2 Honors me and that Makes me Proud.
It’s now 1:30 a.m, I should Go back 2 Bed, Get off the Bathroom Floor and back inside the Covers. But I don’t Want 2. I Want them 2 Know How much They have Touched me and I Want 2 Know if I have Affected them in Anywhere near the same Way. I will go bcoz I know Life has 2 Go on. Life will Continue 4 all of us Perhaps Seperately, Perhaps Together and Perhaps Affecting Each other Again. But We will Always, Always have the Memory of the Time we have Spent 2gether, Living, truly Loving, to the Best of our Capacity.
It has Changed me and I m Now Richer, Better Person than I was B4 and 4 that I Thank them 4m the Bottom of my Heart.
It’s 2:22.m. and If my Mum Comes in She’s Gonna Murder me. I needed 2 Tell U Dis, So Please Don’t Think any Worse of me bcoz of it. It’s What I Really Feel. I Wanted U 2 Know.

THANK U.
LOVE SANJANA
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