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Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Friday, August 5, 2011
SOMEWHERE I BELONG
Somewhere I belong.....But where?...Probably this is the question that keeps us driving.....But do all of us are following the right path to reach our place or we end up assuming that this is the place I was supposed to be......We all are fighting, in some way or other to proof our worth not to others but ourselves...Fighting to get the answers for some unanswerable....Scurrying through life trying to make it large but does it really matters and if yes, definitely not to thyself in the end..... Fighting to feel a sense of pride, honour and respect not from others but self (a bit contradictory? Confused) everytime we break a barrier....Keeping the spirited fight alive to get a sense of purpose for living.....But with whom are we fighting?...Probably we are challenging our own questions and limitations....Everytime we cross one, another one pops up....Are they the same answers we were initially looking for....Is our voyage in right direction? In the quest of searching these answers, Are we losing some more important questions? And more importantly, are we losing people we don’t want to lose? And what if you know that these answers are not going to give you your answer? Probably you are running into it because you know that these questions will help you overlook those unanswerable which really mattered to you and whose answers you already knew....But how come they are unanswerable when you already knew the answer?....May be, the solution is conundrum or the answers are unpleasant....What to do to shun these questions....Will adjusting our sails help us get out of storm and steer the ship in right direction? The question remains the same, how to take a load off one’s mind? If I had the answer, I would not have ended up writing here.....
Sunday, February 20, 2011
COORDINATES 12.30°N 76.65°E
WOw!!!..accessing gmail and all other social networking sites in infy from last 3 days without any proxy.....full bounty.....finally felt like writing something....almost after two and a half months i opened my orkut account....nothing new on orkut...its still boring...talking about mysore...life is good here because u don't need to think much....just do what they say...a bit tough to follow....the rules suck here....but most of the times we manage to get through those loopholes(rules are always a loophole...)....first few days were very tough...small group of 5 ppl but now the gang is increasing but still not complete(someone is still missing-:P)....problem no. two was sleeping for just 6 hrs...but now we manage to get some nap in the class also to make it to 8 hrs...Training is going to last till mid may and i hope we all stay here till that time...just clear those stupid tests which give us nightmares sometimes...completing a whole subject in 4 days...sometimes i feel how can they be so ruthless to we innocents....but thats for what they pay so little to us....to transform us into insomaniacs who can wake up from his bed at any hour of day and start talking codes...The best part is weekend here....go for movies,hang out with friends and go to class if u really care...who cares??Hmmm...time for friday assignments...need to complete it by tomorrow morning otherwise u know....Gud bye...:)
Monday, December 13, 2010
HAZARO KHWAISEIN AISI
“This one is dedicated to all my friends whom I miss and I still smile remembering the memories and dreams we lived. I hope they continue to bring smile on the faces of people whose life they touch and make them blessed.”
Some dreams always remain a dream. They never come true.In our childhood days we all fantasized of becoming superheroes (Ah! Come on! Almost everyone of us did that imagining ourselves wearing underwear over the pants). As we grow up, these dreams also grow with us and take different lineaments and remains in our heart at some secluded place (and obviously that underwear dream is not there) where everything is perfect. Thinking of them brings smile. Some come true and some do not. In the fast pace of life some dreams are left back and some are carried forward (“Kehne ko saath apne ek duniya chalti hai par chupke is dil me tanhayee palti hai”).
Dreams that are not shared with everyone, Dreams of making it large, Dreams of reaching the new heights in life, Dreams of making someone smile, Dreams of hugging someone very special to never let her go, Dreams of bringing down all the happiness down on her feet for just one small stupid, selfish desire…a smile on her face..... , Dreams of growing and expanding, Dreams of becoming a DREAM and many such countless dreams for which words are not enough. Some of us live our dreams and some of us try and fail but never give up because these dreams are impetus for us to forge ahead. Some come true and some do not…some new dreams are born…We try and sometimes fail and this is what life is all about….being honest in our attempts. Dreams are our umbilical cord. We all say to our hearts “Picture abhi baaki hai mere dost”.
Life is DREAMZ UNLIMITED…. :-)
Some dreams always remain a dream. They never come true.In our childhood days we all fantasized of becoming superheroes (Ah! Come on! Almost everyone of us did that imagining ourselves wearing underwear over the pants). As we grow up, these dreams also grow with us and take different lineaments and remains in our heart at some secluded place (and obviously that underwear dream is not there) where everything is perfect. Thinking of them brings smile. Some come true and some do not. In the fast pace of life some dreams are left back and some are carried forward (“Kehne ko saath apne ek duniya chalti hai par chupke is dil me tanhayee palti hai”).
Dreams that are not shared with everyone, Dreams of making it large, Dreams of reaching the new heights in life, Dreams of making someone smile, Dreams of hugging someone very special to never let her go, Dreams of bringing down all the happiness down on her feet for just one small stupid, selfish desire…a smile on her face..... , Dreams of growing and expanding, Dreams of becoming a DREAM and many such countless dreams for which words are not enough. Some of us live our dreams and some of us try and fail but never give up because these dreams are impetus for us to forge ahead. Some come true and some do not…some new dreams are born…We try and sometimes fail and this is what life is all about….being honest in our attempts. Dreams are our umbilical cord. We all say to our hearts “Picture abhi baaki hai mere dost”.
Life is DREAMZ UNLIMITED…. :-)
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Sunday, November 14, 2010
NOSTALGIA – a reason to smile
I just finished watching the video of the closing ceremony of the first cricket tournament that was held in our hostel. We stood 3rd in the tournament (second last) and I, as a captain of the JAGUARS team, blamed it on the senior players performance (I also didn’t play well). We were little weak as a bowling unit in that tournament and I guess that hurt us. In the opening match against the PANTHERS, they were reeling at 17/4 at one stage and then Prem-RD partnership took the game away from us and in the end the total proved to be too much for us. We all know Prem is a monster when it comes to hitting the cricket ball and RD is simply fantastic. And in our last league match against the TIGERS, which eventually turned out to be a knock out for a berth in the final, we lost. I still feel we could have made to the finals. After the early wickets fell, the onus was left on Yogesh (who won the previous game for us against the LIONS. It was always a treat watching him play.) and me. I still feel the game was very much in our control at that time and we just needed to stay together at the crease. But Yogi played a nothing of a shot on Bachani’s bowling and the ball crashed on to his stumps. I told him earlier in that over to play with straight bat but he went for the cross batted stroke, much to the disappointment of JAGUARS fans. After 3 overs I also succumbed to a very good running catch from Pappu. We definitely missed the services of Prabhat who along with yogi won the previous match for us against the LIONS. He was a key player for us and missed out due to an injury.
Not to deny, we got the best of the finals ever and in the end the TIGERS proved to be better than the PANTHERS by just 2 runs. For me the turning point was the dismissal of Prem. Super cool Bachani caught a rocket in the deep to pack his bags. An unforgettable catch! Shivram, find of the tournament, almost took the game away from the TIGERS with his wild brutal hitting but DJ had different plans. DJ, captain of the TIGERS who won many matches for us in the CSE-ECE duels, once again led from the front and came to the party. He took the last wicket to calm down the nerves and the TIGERS roared.
I still feel pain for not playing in the finale. It still hurts me to think what it would have felt to play in the front of full packed ET Hostel crowd supporting their favorites. But the two best teams of the tournament played the final and they deserved it.
It is always sad to end on the loosing side….:(
Not to deny, we got the best of the finals ever and in the end the TIGERS proved to be better than the PANTHERS by just 2 runs. For me the turning point was the dismissal of Prem. Super cool Bachani caught a rocket in the deep to pack his bags. An unforgettable catch! Shivram, find of the tournament, almost took the game away from the TIGERS with his wild brutal hitting but DJ had different plans. DJ, captain of the TIGERS who won many matches for us in the CSE-ECE duels, once again led from the front and came to the party. He took the last wicket to calm down the nerves and the TIGERS roared.
I still feel pain for not playing in the finale. It still hurts me to think what it would have felt to play in the front of full packed ET Hostel crowd supporting their favorites. But the two best teams of the tournament played the final and they deserved it.
It is always sad to end on the loosing side….:(
CONFESSION ROOM
YEAR – November 2006
PLACE – ET-Hostel, Sec-6,Near Chinmaya Degree Collg., BHEL, Haridwar
Just after spending few weeks at the hostel, we went back to home for Dussehera and Diwali vacations and when we came back we were still getting acquainted with each other and the chemistry was still developing for an epoch. we, the students of flat no.45, 46 and 48 decided to have some fun on the weekend and convinced our beloved(:P) supervisor D***O(His real name was Jitendra) to allow us to carry the mess television to our rooms through backyard late in the night. We promised him to return the TV, early in the next morning but much to his dismay we were asleep and he had to come to our room after his seven to eight missed calls. We also included Pawan who lived in room no. 11 in the plan as he had the CD player then and we needed it. Next time we needed the TV, D***O refused and the onus was left on pragmatic yogesh to convince him and Voila! He agreed. But the trouble didn’t end here. Right at the climax of the movie somebody knocked at the door at 2 A:M and everyone was like ” Sssshh!! Ssshh!! Don’t shout, switch off the TV! Don’t Panic!”. With everyone in terror, Ravi opened the door and it was our NIKHIL at the door. In his usual style Nikhil first gaped and then exclaimed “Arrreeeyy TVVVV Vv!” and I thought “Is he from the village of Abhishek Bacchan(from MUMBAI SE AAYA MERA DOST)? Why such a reaction? ”.Much to our relief, he returned to his normal breath rate soon and we resumed our show with some flashback (Nobody bothered to ask him and neither did he tell why he came at that time). And no prizes for guessing, next day everyone from the ET Hostel knew that a sin was committed last night and the funniest part for me was when somebody (I don’t remember the name exactly) asked me about it and I said ” Kya baat kar raha hai? Aisa kaise yaar? Mujhe to pata bhi nahi chala.. ” but all our attempt went in vain and everyone knew that something was conspired last night.
On the next Saturday, movie JUMANJI was coming on some channel and the guys refused to submit the TV at 10 P.M (Official timing for switching off the TV) as it was a holiday next day and they wanted to watch the full movie. And then Mishra came up with a brilliant plan. Our warden (Mr. Mayank Agrawal ) was not in the hostel and we once again convinced D***O to give us the TV kept in the room of Mr.Agrawal and this time we were punctual enough to return the TV on time.
Anyways, Shruti came with the first computer of our hostel after 1st sem., which later turned into a radio (Take my tribute for that ENIAC shruti if you are reading this. I hope it is still alive) and we no longer went to D***O for the TV and we watched movies happily thereafter….. :)
PLACE – ET-Hostel, Sec-6,Near Chinmaya Degree Collg., BHEL, Haridwar
Just after spending few weeks at the hostel, we went back to home for Dussehera and Diwali vacations and when we came back we were still getting acquainted with each other and the chemistry was still developing for an epoch. we, the students of flat no.45, 46 and 48 decided to have some fun on the weekend and convinced our beloved(:P) supervisor D***O(His real name was Jitendra) to allow us to carry the mess television to our rooms through backyard late in the night. We promised him to return the TV, early in the next morning but much to his dismay we were asleep and he had to come to our room after his seven to eight missed calls. We also included Pawan who lived in room no. 11 in the plan as he had the CD player then and we needed it. Next time we needed the TV, D***O refused and the onus was left on pragmatic yogesh to convince him and Voila! He agreed. But the trouble didn’t end here. Right at the climax of the movie somebody knocked at the door at 2 A:M and everyone was like ” Sssshh!! Ssshh!! Don’t shout, switch off the TV! Don’t Panic!”. With everyone in terror, Ravi opened the door and it was our NIKHIL at the door. In his usual style Nikhil first gaped and then exclaimed “Arrreeeyy TVVVV Vv!” and I thought “Is he from the village of Abhishek Bacchan(from MUMBAI SE AAYA MERA DOST)? Why such a reaction? ”.Much to our relief, he returned to his normal breath rate soon and we resumed our show with some flashback (Nobody bothered to ask him and neither did he tell why he came at that time). And no prizes for guessing, next day everyone from the ET Hostel knew that a sin was committed last night and the funniest part for me was when somebody (I don’t remember the name exactly) asked me about it and I said ” Kya baat kar raha hai? Aisa kaise yaar? Mujhe to pata bhi nahi chala.. ” but all our attempt went in vain and everyone knew that something was conspired last night.
On the next Saturday, movie JUMANJI was coming on some channel and the guys refused to submit the TV at 10 P.M (Official timing for switching off the TV) as it was a holiday next day and they wanted to watch the full movie. And then Mishra came up with a brilliant plan. Our warden (Mr. Mayank Agrawal ) was not in the hostel and we once again convinced D***O to give us the TV kept in the room of Mr.Agrawal and this time we were punctual enough to return the TV on time.
Anyways, Shruti came with the first computer of our hostel after 1st sem., which later turned into a radio (Take my tribute for that ENIAC shruti if you are reading this. I hope it is still alive) and we no longer went to D***O for the TV and we watched movies happily thereafter….. :)
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
HONOUR KILLING-when culture kills
HONOUR KILLING-when culture kills
I normally eschew my writing temptations till something perturbs me deep inside. The news that is consistently striking the newspaper headlines from last few months are the news of honour killings. The generality of the victims were the young girls and women. Some of the brutal killings left me with goose pimples and I asked myself “Are we really living in 21st century?” Apart from the modern India where we are ushering into gender partnership there runs a parallel India on the other side where gender equality is still a distant dream and people kill their kin for the sake of (false) social cohesion. The most appalling part is the impudent and unrepentant behavior of the imbecile culprits. I was left aghast to read that majority of the culprits were the youths wearing jeans and t-shirt and not with the traditional “dhoti-kurta” attire. Brother killing his sister, Mother killing her daughter and Grandparents killing their grandchildren, damning the shared childhood memories to become the upholders of tradition. Families want girls to study to land good husbands, but clamp down hard on love marriages, which are rising anyway. These incidents are an anathema on our society and obfuscating our path of development. These incidents prove that some part of our so called society is still not ready to give equal status to girls and when they choose their own partner in defiance of norms, the overriding sentiments try to stop her at all cost. What can make you more lugubrious is the fact that the educated class is also a part of this unjustifiable heinous crime apart from the uneducated bucolic people which shows their double octane backwardness. They don’t understand the slight difference between living the life with a rich and a rich life.
One interesting question that comes to my mind is that what these people think of the “swayamvars” mentioned in the Hindu mythology which according to me was a system for choosing the groom by a girl on her own norms.
In the end, there is no honour, only shame in killing.
I normally eschew my writing temptations till something perturbs me deep inside. The news that is consistently striking the newspaper headlines from last few months are the news of honour killings. The generality of the victims were the young girls and women. Some of the brutal killings left me with goose pimples and I asked myself “Are we really living in 21st century?” Apart from the modern India where we are ushering into gender partnership there runs a parallel India on the other side where gender equality is still a distant dream and people kill their kin for the sake of (false) social cohesion. The most appalling part is the impudent and unrepentant behavior of the imbecile culprits. I was left aghast to read that majority of the culprits were the youths wearing jeans and t-shirt and not with the traditional “dhoti-kurta” attire. Brother killing his sister, Mother killing her daughter and Grandparents killing their grandchildren, damning the shared childhood memories to become the upholders of tradition. Families want girls to study to land good husbands, but clamp down hard on love marriages, which are rising anyway. These incidents are an anathema on our society and obfuscating our path of development. These incidents prove that some part of our so called society is still not ready to give equal status to girls and when they choose their own partner in defiance of norms, the overriding sentiments try to stop her at all cost. What can make you more lugubrious is the fact that the educated class is also a part of this unjustifiable heinous crime apart from the uneducated bucolic people which shows their double octane backwardness. They don’t understand the slight difference between living the life with a rich and a rich life.
One interesting question that comes to my mind is that what these people think of the “swayamvars” mentioned in the Hindu mythology which according to me was a system for choosing the groom by a girl on her own norms.
In the end, there is no honour, only shame in killing.
Thursday, July 1, 2010
DIILOGICAL
I am penning down this without much of the prior accumulation of thoughts which i normally do before writing anything.I just felt like writing and here I am.I am not concerned whether someone will like it or not bcoz this one is for me.Sometimes people are at their best when they are spontaneous.3 more days left in Haridwar and for the first time i am scared of leaving this place.Mind is going through flux of thoughts and i don't know what to do next to keep me engaged and busy after loosing my friends company.A series of bastard thoughts was perturbing my mind right now and the only escape i found was writing something....something meaningless...something that does not make any sense but keeps me away from some real silly absurd thoughts...Its very easy to get flowed out with these thoughts...I still remember the TV serial VISHWASH and the characters of that serial...and thats what a person should not surrender..his VISHWASH to the evils of KAAM,KRODH,BHAY,IRSHYA n LALACH...gosh!!!..i dnt know what i m trying to convince and to whom...may be to myself!!!...somewhere deep within impetusrahul is in need of some impetus to move him forward....I wish i was a ginnie and i could have repaired few things in my life which i have screwed up and have made a mess of the things not only for me but for others also..I wish i could have controlled few things or may be should have controlled me.....Did it made any sense???..who cares???..i just have to keep on typing...who cares somebdy reads dis crap or not...atleast its keepin me busy right now and thats what i need to do...to keep me busy...phew!!I talk a lot...and now here is a pause...what to vomit next here...M missing my old friends and my school days a lot...a bit ironical....college days are over and am talking about school days...but thats how it goes for me.....Friends have been my life and one of the reasons why i am on this earth....for friends...and it really hurts when i loose them...and its hurting right now....very badly....but still doesn't want to talk to anybody....Confused???....me too!!!....i guess its time for a change but the mystery continues...WHAT NEXT??...i told u i m not going to make any sense today but u still read it...oh god!..am bored....I need to change myself....I guess its time to change myself and develop some new traits to avoid the pain of loosing my dear ones..i guess no one is going to stay with us forever...ENOUGH....Time for bed but who wanna sleep??.....hectic work tomorrow...have to prepare for major...If somebody makes a sense out of this plzz do comment...I really need to know myself....aur plzz ye mat likhna ki tu pagal ho gaya hai...;)
Sunday, June 27, 2010
ARZ KIYA HAI.....
MOST TOUCHING LINES BY A BOY WHOSE LOVE MARRYING TO SOMEONE ELSE:-
Aaj dulhan k lal jode me use uski sakhiyon ne sajaya hoga..
Meri jaan k gore hatho ko mehndi se rachaya hoga...
Bahut gehra chada hoga mehndi ka rang , us mehndi me usne mera naam bhi chupaya hoga...
Reh reh k ro padi hogi wo jab jab usko khyal mera aaya hoga...
Khud ko dekha hoga usne jab aaine me to aks mera b najar aaya hoga..
Lag rahi hogi bahut hi sundar wo,aaj dekhkar usko chand bhi sharmaya hoga....
Aaj meri jaan ne apne maa-baap ki izzat ko bachaya hoga....
Usne beti hone ka har farz nibhaya hoga.....
Majboor hogi sabse zyada wo sochta hu kis tarah usne khud ko samjhaya hoga.....
Apne hatho se mere khato ko jalaya hoga...
Khud ko majbut banakar usne hamari yado ko mitaya hoga...
Bhukhi hogi wo janta hu usne mere bina kuch nahi khaya hoga...
Kaise sambhala hoga apne aap ko jab usne khud ko fero ki aag me jalaya hoga......
Aaj dulhan k lal jode me use uski sakhiyon ne sajaya hoga..
Meri jaan k gore hatho ko mehndi se rachaya hoga...
Bahut gehra chada hoga mehndi ka rang , us mehndi me usne mera naam bhi chupaya hoga...
Reh reh k ro padi hogi wo jab jab usko khyal mera aaya hoga...
Khud ko dekha hoga usne jab aaine me to aks mera b najar aaya hoga..
Lag rahi hogi bahut hi sundar wo,aaj dekhkar usko chand bhi sharmaya hoga....
Aaj meri jaan ne apne maa-baap ki izzat ko bachaya hoga....
Usne beti hone ka har farz nibhaya hoga.....
Majboor hogi sabse zyada wo sochta hu kis tarah usne khud ko samjhaya hoga.....
Apne hatho se mere khato ko jalaya hoga...
Khud ko majbut banakar usne hamari yado ko mitaya hoga...
Bhukhi hogi wo janta hu usne mere bina kuch nahi khaya hoga...
Kaise sambhala hoga apne aap ko jab usne khud ko fero ki aag me jalaya hoga......
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