Have I Made It Large...?

Today, I want to take a moment out of your life and make you recall when was the last time you were free from all the hessels of life or rather happy by all means. When was the last time you played ‘Antakshari’ and sang out your emotions.?

Don’t bother your busy head anymore, the answer would come as, “I don’t remember exactly.”

For all of us, Life is a Race! And we have to make it LARGE!
This competitive age has made all of us mad bulls, where all we know is that we must win and run forward in life by hook or by crook. We run after the sound of money, and we even don’t know what this race is all about.

Is it being everything that we are currently not? Or multiplying the cash in our bank accounts? Having a sexy woman or man in life? Driving a stylish care? Or living in a luxurious house?

Were you happy the last time during school days? A big NO!
Remember the pressure of overloaded homework or scoring the passing marks were streessful for a childish mind then. College days were in a race to join a big company or a much better institution. And after joining a reputed company, we are still worried souls about what roles and responsibilities we should get and how well should we get paid, which we are not presently.

We are basically strugglers among a million strugglers. We have forgotten to laugh and we die a thousand deaths of fear and failure. We have surrendered to our own greed. We live because we are given the life, and we can hardly share this dilema to anyone, since everyone around us has the same story. You never sound thrilled on hearing from your dear ones, because you are in an important meeting. You promised to call back and never did as your schedule didn’t permit to. Very few ocassions you leave office before the sunset, and you miss the joy of family dinner. Mostly, you forget your mother’s medicins to bring home that the doctor prescribed almost a week back. And you hardly know how much pain your father has gone through while recovering his leg injury.

We are all screwed anyway. Pissed off. Someone’s boss is kicking ass, and someone’s licking ass.

We really worry about that increasing body fat at a rocket speed, and that rusting relations with our love who was found after a long war of mental, physical and economic disturbances. But, we do forget the most important objective of all these efforts – “To be Happy”, “To be Yourself”.

There is no fixed formula or no fixed parameter for happiness. And unfortunately, life doesn’t show signboards indicating which direction to go to be happy.

Cut this crap! Take a break! Don’t take a step, but walk the full distance instead to feel the change.

Involve yourself into the things which really make you happy. Don’t ask for assistance, because you are the best judge of your happiness. Decide your smiling factors and indulge into it. May be you go home early and sit with your parents to listen to them when they need you the most. Take out your old cricket bat and club some sixes on your favourite ground. Go to the old age home and wipe out some tears. Educate some children, or listen to the troubles of who suffered the pain.

I don’t mean the social service. Because I very well know – we need to eat before we feed. But this can help atleast to the realisation of eternal happiness, which we have lost within, somewhere, don’t know when…may be the undefined one.

Gift some time to yourself, to know you well, to make yourself realize what you want, what you deserve and what you have.

And then ask yourself – “Have I Made It Large…?”

Adieu!

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Devanshi!

Girls are the symbol of beauty. And really they are. But imagine a combination of beauty, brain, grace, maturity, kindness, understanding and all those good adjectives available in the dictionary you can write for a single girl. I feel blessed to have such girl as in my friend list.

It’s always very hard and toilsome task to write about a girl (Dare you! When she is not your girl friend, especially), but that’s a commitment I made to a very beautiful girl I know on this earth. Devanshi, Yes ! A friend, a guide, an inspiration, a support. And my commitment is leading to write this post exclusively on her.

For me, she is a divine beauty. Had I been a poet, I would have written those lyrics heralding the descent of her blessed beauty. Her rosy cheeks, coral lips and starry eyes can kill you for sure. I have neither the ability of a good poet nor the flair of a painter to draw. But I must admit that I am sold to her. I can’t explain it better. But she looks amazing. She is for sure like a painting, a song, a ghazal, a gift. Everything about her is so graceful; one can easily fall in love.

Her words resembles breeze, her hair flying butterflies and ear rings dancing doll. The best part is I am always stunned whenever I meet her. It feels fresh, as if this is my first meeting with a beautiful girl after eons of moments of waiting or longing rather.

She was only fifteen when I met her for the first time, but, admittedly, the dent she left in my heart was a big one. She possesses that beauty which hit you like a storm and you never recover. That was my case too. I was completely lost, enraptured, mesmerized. The moment will remain with me forever, framed in my heart. Accidently or whatever, I promised her that she would be my best friend. And we are today!

As days passed, she grew much mature, more beautiful and a better human being or I should call her a classical example of a perfect Indian Beauty or rather a perfect Marriage material. I bet Girls must be rare like her. You meet her once, leave a space of 1 month or more, then close your eyes, it will all come back to you, the perfect picture…her glowing face, her shiny hair, her smooth walk, her bag, her zoo-zoo t-shirt, her mug, her blue jeans and her naughty eyes, everything.

For a long time now, I had wanted to ask her the question and get an answer too.
“How many girls on this planet earth are like you?” (So that good eligible bachelors can count their prospects)

The close up of her life enhances her beauty magnificently. Her thoughts are innocent, her character is pure. Besides that fresh, milky complexion, and flawless skin she does have an impeccable heart that tells thousand stories. She welcomes a stranger as a family, she helps unknown as if they were her own. She respects as to give honor, she supports as a strong pillar.
Her searching eyes have millions of dreams in them. Through her eyes, her dreams peer out so cutely that you can read them word by word. I wish her all the dreams come true!

And heartily thank her for being so wonderful friend of mine. I mean it!
I could have never imagined that we would gel so well and be so great friends. That such a pretty girl could be so affectionate with an imbecile like me.

But for both of us we are the only one to whom we turn to in times of troubles and happiness both. That keeps us bonded.

Signing off,

Cheers!

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ONE MORE EARTH...!

This is a dedication to sweet, little angel, little fairy, and very innocent - 'Sujju', who just stayed with me for 2 days and i got my sole inspiration for the long awaited post for my blog.
Thanks - 'Sujju' and her 'Tasi' for being my inspiration for this lovely post.



"ONE MORE EARTH"


There is another earth on this earth...
Besides earthy means, where love takes birth.

Walking out of this earth which is turning dangerously bland,
She showed me this earth in a faraway land.

Where the humanity is kissed by the hope's rays so bright,
And for miles around, there is no sin in sight.

Spectacles on nose and stick on side,
Dadaji's youthful lessons to see world too wide.

Full of wisdom and modern in voice,
Those Teacher's poems that touch and rejoice.

Far from world's reach, away from arid heat,
Lay childhood dream world, at some hundred feet.

Sweet Didi who laughs through sunshine and rain,
For the family that bonded through laughter and pain.

Praising meaningless art, then friend to friend fighting,
Sharing the place of three among four; sounds so exciting!

Papa who loves and teaches to walk straight,
Late night story telling then six, seven, eight.

Mother who is an angel, her fragrance in the air,
Her warmth, her love, her devotion so rare.

Dreaming that peak where the earth meets the sky,
I pray for the wings, so i could too fly.

I ask to you if you are aware,
Of the loveliest place on earth, that ever is there.

Where there is no pain,no hatred as a whole,
There is love everywhere, and no lost soul.

Don't go so far, don't chase that lengthy stream,
Just view of childhood - a surreal dream.

True, there is another earth on this earth,
Besides earthy means, where love takes birth.

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I Love My Friends

Friends influence a lot in our life, how we see the world, how we dress, our in and out, our going out habits, our tastes and preferences and many more. But I believe a friend plays a key role in determining way more than that.

If your friend loses weight, we are also likely to slim down as well, and we will be available hitting the nearby gym. If he wears Rayban, we would try and spend those hard earned 'Dad's money' on Fastrack at least. If a girl fills that back seat on his bike, we would be also in the queue of 'mera bhi number aayega' sort of.

Our friends might not be literary super powers, but they always made us feel how special we are, often without even looking at our stupid mistakes. To be very honest, I believe, our friends are the single biggest contributor to the smile that we carry throughout our days shared with worries. They partnered us facing those hideous teachers who could have brought a full stop to our fun life early during school days and then teaching how to tackle hot girls who could even fire up a power station to full capacity.

My story is nothing exception to it. I have been obsessed too with many best friends who are always there with me; whether it is being sharing water bag in the school recess time or helping me realize my worth in this competitive professional world.

This post is my dedication to all my buddies.

It was my first birth day gift in terms of ‘Raynolds 045’ ball point pen – my favorite one, and I was sold to him. The first lesson of friendship was probably taught to me by him spending his Rs. 3 on me being scolded by Hindi teacher of class 4th for not purchasing essay book and then not letting me enter the class without it. Yogesh has been with me from those prattling days to till date.

The mystique of his persona is awesome. He is a friend, a motivator and a well wisher in all senses. From that geometry discussion to very complex integration sums of 12th science and then deciding who the best looking girl in the class was at 2 pm in the night in his room, I will never forget even a single moment I have spent with Neelam Patel.

Thanks Rajesh and Shilpa for being awesome buddies during my engineering days who literally hated all I was doing, but still supported me teaching those theories I would have hardly understood.

Vaibhav, who has been my synonym, who not only spared me proxies whenever I was busy reading those magazines in the library for being in the crowded place with girls but also hated me for not attending temples. He is the one who knows all my secrets and still I bet it would be an unsuccessful attempt to know even from him that I am crazy about brown eyed girls.

I heartily thank Shweta for being so loving, caring and sharing brown eyed girl, who knowingly and unknowingly taught me the spirit of being a wonderful person came may what. Her awe-inspiring smile and honesty made me crazy for her friendship when she taught me not to ask for a ‘Mirinda’ but a ‘Thums up’ when you are with a girl.

I would love to be friend in my next 1000 births with my only NRI buddy Ketan for always gifting me hilarious moments whenever we talk or be together.

Last but no the least, how can I forget Neha? The most divine beauty I have ever seen in my life, the most innocent heart God might have ever created, and the sole inspiration to bring me life. She carries that grandeur which puts her apart, and her impeccable conversation that brings that extinct desire alive to become a good human.

On the eve of ‘Friendship Day’, I salute all my friends for their melodious contribution to my life, and once again for showering on me their appreciation, despite yawning reading the mindless things I write on my blog.

Happy Friendship Day.

Adieu !

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An Audacious Hope.!

The atmosphere was too tensed and the air in that dome was redolent with expectations and sweat of thousand students and their parents who were still to be called in the Admission Room – or rather the final destination where few highly sophisticated people were going to write the destiny of those young science students who gathered there on the call of future – or the call letter sent to them based on merit list.

Yes, I am talking about the admission process that I have recently been to, for my brother, my buddy – Avdhesh. It was the central admission committee call to Medical disciplines.

The picture there was a bit dramatic. There were more than a few known faces to us, who knew our dilemma. Some exchange of handshakes and we sat in one corner. I started observing the nervousness prevailed in a huge amount there, thanks to the security guards with dirty looks who prevented me from going inside the hall as only one family member was allowed with the students. And finally thanks to the writer in me, who helped me sharing this experience with you all.

I found hundreds of students discussing their future plans like there is no tomorrow, and how can be, as they had been too busy with books of Biology, Chemistry and Physics throughout the year. God Saves! Many parents, especially ‘PaPas’ were busy analyzing the admission details displayed on the projected screen. Girls were touching the feet of their parents to get blessed, as if they were going for the world war -3, and boys were the big display area of all religious material on their body including long ‘Tilak’ on their forehead. Many were busy reading the information brochures and booklets distributed free by those ambitious institutions; who thought those depressed students can be the prospect clients for their institutions. Of course, education is the biggest industry today and the banners announcing lowest interest rates on education loans through out that dome made my conviction rock solid.

The announcements were too loud to create the pin drop silence in the dome whenever made, and after all, every one was interested to know what is happening inside the dark room – the admission hall, which deliberately doesn’t have any window. ‘Chai Walas’ were showing lashings of enthusiasm as they knew the fact that a depressed cum excited one drinks more tea. Paid comestible counters were available but none was interested, they just became the inquiry counter for late comers. Crying ‘Moms’, Papa’s with calculators (May be calculating their annual income minus the total fees to be paid), shouting security guards (not allowing more than one member of family with the student inside the admission hall), fast changing figures on the projected screen, praying students, hideous admission committee members, their instrumental behavior, and the entire admission process has brought an undefined infelicity in that dome.

My observation was interrupted by the figures moving on the projector screen. I suppose, everyone around heard me sigh. Suddenly me who had been slouching in my chair sat up straight and fixed my eyes on that screen. My eyes had opened wide and mouths even wider. There was an uneasy silence around me, like no one was moving; no one was speaking in spite of me being in that crowded dome. I saw that all medical seats were occupied, and my brother’s turn was still to come, who was in the admission hall. Few minutes of mental struggle and I saw my brother and uncle coming out of admission hall. Avdhesh wore a tragic smile on his face. I could read it from almost a distance.

I walked straight toward them, and started asking.

“Hey, it was too long, which college, which faculty dude?” I almost shouted.

“I missed it this time, bhaiya.” He smiled, paused, and then answered.

Avdhesh could have got into any other highly coveted disciplines like dental, physiotherapy etc, but he refused. This time he was firm. If its not medical, then nothing else will do. It was his dream and he was fighting to protect it. Why to surrender to destiny? Why not to fight? This young buddy has taught a great lesson to hundreds of depressed students present there. He was ready to reappear for the board examination next year, almost spending the year waiting for this most precious moment of his life. He not only set an example, but he also added an immeasurable courage to those who feel they have lost in life.

This was an audacious hope. An audacious hope to take the destiny head on, an audacious hope to challenge the time, an audacious hope to show the world that never lose the faith in you, an audacious hope to declare that WINNING IS EVERYTHING!

I really salute the spirit of my 18 years old, younger brother, who in true sense today has taught me a great lesson that no teacher has during my academic years.

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Gimme Some Sunshine...!

‘3 idiots’ – the biggest blockbuster of Indian Cinema; is in true sense a motivator. There are lots of good things about it, which one might have never tried to convey through films, Bravo! Amir Khan – the perfectionist, the real hero of India. I can bet, you might have gone through similar incidents in your college life too, except that last ‘too dramatic situation’ of a woman delivering a baby on a pool table.

The film portrays an engineering student who failed to complete his project work hanging himself to death from his hostel room. “I QUIT” the camera zooms in to make it much clear from faded; I consider it as the touchiest scene of the film.

It not only was presented nicely, but it also indicated the most dangerously alarming situation of India.

I remember few days back on 20th May 2010; the tragedy I have seen in my family, when my cousin Avdhesh got his results of 12th science. It was few marks short to make him eligible to get an admission through medical science.

He had studied science, and ever since he had been a child, he had wanted to become a Neurologist. I wondered how he knew the meaning of a neurologist at the tender age of 9. But he knew. That day I have seen a strange smile on his face fighting with lots of emotions. He was mustering all his courage to face his father, who was on the way back to home from office. He was feeling guilty as he never expected in his wildest dream that this could happen to him.

He gathered all his courage together to tell his father that he couldn’t become a doctor then. He could see in his father’s gazing eyes a dream which is shattered in million pieces. That was still alive, despite him having had to accept it.

I don’t blame education system, but I blame the desire, the wish and the dream that parents impose upon their children. And the victims – the children hardly know how difficult it is to see your dreams scattering with that one deciding academic moment. Avdhesh would have not known this, had he passed it with those glittering stars. This is deep. Because ever since I knew him, my eyes had always seen him in that medical apron and my tongue had addressed him ‘Dr. Saa’b’. This was life altering. This can lead to anywhere. Thank god, we are safe.

Thousands of students committed suicides in last few years; the numbers are growing like anything. Exams and exam related stress, parental problems and dignity issues have been the reasons for this rampant increase in adolescents and young adults committing suicides. Fierce expectations from parents, teachers, friends and family has led enormous amount of pressure on young minds.
This is an age group that one would normally associate with potential, energy, passion, promise and commitment, where a spate of suicides is creating its way.

Someone writes
“I will come back and revenge.”

While the other writes
“I quit.” As if he was imitating 3 idiots.

“I can’t face my parents and friends after failing this exam” is what one mentioned in his suicidal note.

As an audience this may be an incident for us. But think of the parents who lost their child. Some would call it ‘a psychological problem faced by the weaker-minded young’, but think about that weaker mind who survived that struggle for a long and drove his tortured soul to take the final plunge.
It would be easy to blame the education system, but who would heal those thousands devastated families and several thousand more friends and relatives who will carry those scars and that grief for a lifetime.

Better we wake up today…! And work for a happier tomorrow. Don’t expect but expel them to shine in their dream career. Dismiss demands, and arise the hope of living to the fullest. Avoid unachievable, and practice the practical. Be the companion, not the parents. Guide to be strong, not to be successful. Teach the meaning not the means of life. Discover professionalism not the professionals. Grow to give not to achieve. And last but not the least – Give them some sunshine….!

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The FIFA Dream...!

It’s 2010. And still India is not playing FIFA World Cup. But I am even happier to see the numerous fans and discussions that started off in India about the champions and history of FIFA. It shows that in India we are passionate about football more than we ourselves would likely believe.
I would say here…take my words, and India will rule FIFA chart, like cricket very soon.

Some of you might say, Raj has gone totally crazy but I mean it seriously and I want to explain to you my thought process on this ambitious declaration. Maybe we can get something started…

First of all I want to correct our belief that Indian never qualified for FIFA.

Wrong…
We had a glorious history of qualifying FIFA long back in 1950 FIFA world cup.
But, that ended with a refusal to go “because of the expense of traveling such a long way to play” (or, according to some reports, because FIFA would not allow the team to play barefoot).

Fine, we accepted it happily. But, we Indians; are full with sporting spirit. We believe in our Team, and will endeavor to get there.

Apparently, the history of the sports turns on the amazing performances of certain pivotal individuals. They are the champions of their ground. But these fascinating people are part of the glory to their team as a whole.

Every instance of their success is an example of their individual dedication toward their team and their focus toward their single goal to make their country win.

He can be Adriano, Pablo Aimar, Roberto Baggio, Michael Ballack, David Beckham, Roberto Carlos, Luis Figo, Ricardo Kaka, Ronaldo, Diego Maradona, Pele, Ronaldinho or Zinedine Zidane, we inspire them all.

This… gives us assurance of the latent powers of simple manhood with higher courage and larger confidence.

Confidence, the timeless quality that separates winners from losers, the classic factor that distinguishes leaders from followers

Put 11 players on other side, stadium full with 70,000 screaming fans, battle it out for that final goal.

It’s not quite so simple. Agree. There are groaning, tackling, slashing moves and acrobatic actions. True. But we are ready. We have proven our steel in various other sports too.

The above would give us a challenge for the coming years with milestones to aspire to.
And we are ready for that. The world is eyeing India and putting a lot of hope in us.
Apart from that, football commands a massive fan following across the length and breadth of India and is the most loved sport in the sates of West Bengal, Goa, Kerala, Manipur, Mizoram and Sikkim.

Our IPL is challenging any Soccer League in terms of growing popularity and of course the earnings.

And what more, we are bubbling up to show the world, we are not less than anyone, come may what.

Olympics we have started off, FIFA is not too far. We have a talented youth with that flair to achieve victory, that passion to prove, that emotion to take care of billion hearts, and that attitude to show to the world ‘We are coming soon”.

We are just waiting for that one opportunity, and done…! We will be there.

Cheers…!

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Spilling Colours - An Introspection

17th June, 2010. 2:00 am


Spilling Colours – an introspection.

It was the 15th of June and it started raining that day. My mother precisely asked me to bring in those vehicles parked outside almost 10th time. On being asked, she told me about those ignominious incidents of vehicles being theft in our area.

“It’s not safe, I tell you, even our homes.” She shouted.
“Come on Mom, the world is not that dangerous.” I defended.
“Time has changed my dear son. Gone are the days when we used to leave our homes open. That is a beautiful history now.” She replied affirmatively.

“Time has changed”. My mother’s voice is still rumbling into my ears, and boiling my senses like anything. I bet, a thermometer will explode if placed to measure.

This fierce agony and BAAM !. At 2:00 a.m, lying on the floor with sleepless eyes and a laptop in tow, I can’t help but write this post.

In today’s world, there is no one truth. This or that, either or. And we just wish to keep going and going & going, may be without those values, ambitions and introspective qualities which nurtured the well established human life till today.
We are all very nice people, pure from heart, and for us, relationships are meant to last too long, really long, may be for a lifetime. We behave sophisticated, we show mannerism, inclusive growth is the fashionable buzz word, and we like social causes.
But, the darker side says something else. Something, which we don’t want to accept as facing the mirror, is rare phenomenon in our hectic life today.

A guy murdered, a girl kidnapped, a saint involved in sex scandal, suicide of family, bomb blast threatening millions, lecherous teachers, life altering rape cases, brother assassinating brother, hundred crores scandal, sadistic public statements and what not.!

We see everything. Everything with our eyes closed. But who cares?
What we would care is whether we are getting anything out of this deal.
Love and relationship will make the world go round. But Money buys the tickets, the luxury we long to live. Because, we are selfish.

Joint family is slang today, nuclear family is happening.

No space for ‘Gali Cricket’ and video game is our sports routine. Neighbors hardly participate in our socials, and we are very economical in preparing the list of invitees.

Giving your home’s keys to neighbours is rare case, and a stranger’s stop at your doorstep for more than a minute will make you dial ‘100’ for a safety reason.

We are being checked with those gadgets at our own ‘public places.’ And we can’t move freely on our ‘Independence Day’ due to some ‘High Alert’.

This is just because, we the human; have forgotten the importance of human itself. Money keeps everything going, even our relations, and our deeds.

Our hearts are shrunk. We fear human faces, because we learn to hate them. We miss the lesson - ‘how to love’ in our school of humanity.

We deserve the black, and our life’s colour has started spilling out, out and out.

Beware! & Wake up, before it’s too late. Not that you come forward and contribute like a social worker, but just start being a common human. Start loving the humanity with compassion & emotion. Mesmerize the world like an open sky, welcome humans like the earth did when you were born.

Welcome the world of a child’s imagination!

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When it rains...!

Monsoon is around the corner. And on one drizzling night, i am writing this poem.

Monsoon has got a kinda attachment with me. Oh! let me correct here, with everyone (everyone must have a story for monsoon). But for me,it's the whole circle of certain period of my life.
I have got and lost someone very special in the same season.(Probably my next posts will be indicative of what i mean...)
But still, it brings an endearing smile on my face everytime i think of rain. And this is the dedication to my sweetest memories which i cherish whenever it rains; from childhood to here.


When it rains...

The aroma of the soil that mingles with wet air,
Reminds me of that frangrance, when she embraced to care;

The caress of cool wind, that tingles my sense,
Like lost in her eyes, letting speechless hence;

That colourful umbrella, sheltering with might,
That ruffling of her hair, and holding her tight;

There is a smile on the face of scorching heat,
Spraying the hope in two, and a reason to meet;

Chirping of birds and flittering butterflies,
Those romantic nights and roaring skies;

Green everywhere, like nature's shrugs,
Those twinkling brown eyes, and cozy hugs;

Those dripping children, sploshing through water,
How naughty she was in rain, like earth's li'l daughter;

Shining rain drops, ambling pregnant cloud,
Gloomy some moments, and fighting that loud.

Joy and jubilation, then gusto which is rared
Reminds of those raining days, and umbrella we shared.


With Love.
Raj.

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Boy's Hostel...!

Have you ever been to a boy's hostel? It's always a Boy thingy.

And if you are a girl, you always live in a denial, of course, and will never tell us how much desperate are you
to know about Boy's hostel.

Come, to SVIM, Boy's hostel, where we shared everything in this world except our under wears.
We were doing everything possible under this open sky; be it judging statistics of some hot junior girls, finding faults of national brand strategies of giant multinationals like Pepsico and Hindustan Lever, talking nonsense about some blessed boys who got their match atleast for two years,dreaming about the girls hostel some 100 steps away in the same campus, and making it to the loo standing right under that window of junior's rooms, copying assignments from those spectacle packed studious girls of the class, and discussing case studies as if we were the CEOs of those
hapless companies.. We were doing everything, except studying

We were a gang of 10 handsome dudes, the bachelors, the scorpion kings, the
emperors of million hearts (of course of girls), and the warriors or rather strugglers till end (for those passing marks in exams).

God was not treating us well financially, except few blessed ones. And then even we forgot that

"Life is a season lent;
Moments are treasures sent;
See that they're wisely spent."

But who cares...

Days went and so our parties, meetings, plannings, boozing ans what not; our hostel witnessed everything.

I can't prove it scientifically, but i swear we were in interesting company.
There was one room full with some society kings, and some regal designer friends, while there was lot of laughter and abundant whiskey / beer in another corner room. One room was always reeking terribly bad due to bunch of some scattered unwashed socks on the floor, while some were superfluously smoky, thanks to some convivial friends who needed cigarattes while talking. Some rooms were exchanging those CDs and DVDs for nights, as if they were smuggling some banned drugs.
While some puritans saved their rooms from all the devils of the world, and created a strong animosity to the God's creature; we the human, the students.

Every end of the month, we needed funding, and that led us became too sociable and family boy, after all it's family who spared us the monetary quantity without having any genuine possibility of ROI. And for the rest of the month, we winded up with our
long lasting chat with a soft 'me too, darling' and little 'muaaaaaaaaahhhh', resulting in those record breaking mobile bills.

These chatting nights were causing neusea next day in the class, and many of us were caught slumbering and were ordered to
better leave class a million times.

We still remember those partnership fundings for dinner at 'Dhabas' and gleaning money to pay our trivial but derogatory debts.

We all lived with vivid fantansies, but we were united in all goods and bads of lifes. Apparently we realized, Our hostel was the firmament of knowledge and information we are encashing today.

Technically, we still live in the hostel, with variety of people spriting toward something.
Everything else has changed, our two wheelers are traded in for a metalic four wheelers, Rs. 200 priced watches into branded stuffs, Reebok and Gucci apparels are covering us well, and we are now made over new corporate version of this society.

But looking through the glass of this society, all I see is pain. Where are my hostelites, who were always there for celebration on my achievements, for discussion on my troubles, and for inspiration on my failures?

Because looking through this glass, I realise, that it was my real INSTITUTE, my Hostel.

Today, we are making better parts of some multinational corporations but, we; by origin are the creation of that land, that
wind, and that water, which fed us for the buiding years of our career.

Saluting...Adieu.

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Youngistan Awakens. Kudos…!

If you think India’s youth belongs to the gleaming glassfronts of the malls and multiplexes, prodos and hukka bars….Beware….you are wrong.

This may come as a rude shock for you. But the real young India lies somewhere else, miles away from dazzling disco life of the metro cities.

Yes, we love MTV Roadies & we love to wait for eons of time for the auditions of Indian Idol. Yes, we dream to have Armani Jacket, and Ray Ban on our eyes.
Of course, Splitsvilla enraptures us, and we enjoy being bindass on emotional atyachar.

But, we are the citizens of Young India, where the world is watching it’s atavistic values being mixed with the modern achievements the world would have hardly imagined.

We are bored of watching Karan Johar’s family drama and Rang De Basanti inspires us a lot. We enjoy introducing ourselves as ‘nonpolitical’ on orkut and facebook, and still we are wooed by watching Rahul Gandhi leading us. We are not NRI and still wishing for ‘Barack Obama’ to win the election, and Sunita Williams and Kalpana Chawla is role model to us. ‘Lead India’ expedites our spirit, and Sachin’s 200 make us proud as if we were the creators of that record.

We are the Young Achievers of India…The real, refulgent, revived… India.
We are from every Nukkad, every Gali, every Village of India.

We are in Politics, we write the books. IPL demands us, and we are popular journalist well acclaimed across the globe. We have left our so called highly sophisticated foreign degrees, and invested our life to serve rural India. We participate in voting, and we opine on all that is asked to us. ‘Jago Re’ is the new Mantra for us, and we are not corrupted.

We are entrepreneurs, industrialists, and skilled workers too; we are the promoters of information era. We are not the Target Audience for Multinational corporations, but we are the Brand Ambassadors for them.
Of course our interest in politics is peripheral, but we form the core of Army, Air force and Navy.

Our hunger is on…! Even we are in the villages and small towns, where electricity is an infrequent visitor and we have to travel miles for education.
We have Prachi Desai, from a small town to reach Bollywood, and an young MBA from US to return home and become a farmer. We have a dude to fight against untouchability and a leader to represent India in US White House. We have the daughter of a peon to crack IAS, and top ranking cricketer who enjoyed playing ‘gali cricket’ for years.

We are the writers of the future of India, and the designers of Shining India.
Kudos…!Youngistan…Kudos…!

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Khushi was her Name...!

An inconspicuous beauty, once came across the way,
Earnest became my search for her, just day after day.

"I'll see her again," i said in glee,
Who kept me wandering, was nomad in me.

She walks in beauty like silent night with skies,
All dark and night meet in her eyes.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Softly lightens over her face.

Where emotion, every thought divine grace,
How pure, How beutiful their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and in that eyes,
Thousand expressions dance and rise.

The smile that win, the youth that glow,
Serene, sweet with question over that brow.

A heart whose love is innocent without game,
An angel, a fairy...Khushi was her name.

I hope i could see her again - a chimerical dream,
That's burning desire, and an inexorable whim.

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Being in Love

When I loved
I felt I could buy the sun, a dozen a dime,
I possessed the earth, and I was the king of time.


When I loved
I was faster than light, invisible to the eye
I was the expressing poet, everyone was so shy


When I loved
the water was staying on my palm so longer,
grass grown on my tongue stronger and stronger.


when I loved
the breeze ran barefoot toward me,
Oscillating my world, only between me and she.

When I loved,
I shared my wisdom, the preacher of good,
Romance everywhere, stone, water, wood.

When I loved,
Edifice of hope was built in indolence,
And I was reconciled to fate - Condolence.

But, being in love was emotion so delicate,
Hobbling spirits, still ready to relegate.

When I will love,
I will buy the sun, a dozen a dime,
I will possess the earth, and I will be the king of time.

The spirit of being in Love....

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