The voice within

Yet another day in college and I have something new to post on my blog….I swear… if someday I get a booker award or so in poetry…the whole credit would go to our very efficient college teachers….this time the topic is not a very novel one… I don’t know when my blog will get saturated with the same kinda posts on friends….perhaps never….so …. In my memory lane four years back, I see myself as a stupid idiot ass. No one to laugh and to cry with, Living as if in life, there’s only me. A 12th grade girl being too lax, Let the people around show their backs. Let them be angry or don’t talk to me, Are they my friends, caring I must be? Too proud to be such an idiot recluse, To be left alone, I had no blues. Why should I care for anyone around? I had my parents and family to count. But now as four years have passed by, The life brought me too downs and highs. Now I have more people to count To miss and search them when they aren’t around. On my swear I was not like this, If fought with someon...

Before anyone reads this…i need to tell…i am not a poet…its just the agonies and the pathetic condition of a student written in rhyming pattern. But anyways….we are engineers…we’ve learnt to face all the difficult situations and then also carry our ‘don’t care’ attitude….i wrote this poem one of the periods when the teacher was busy assuming that each student is paying attention to him/her…though i know there were only few of them actually doing this…..and rest of them may be writing few more poems or stories….so here i go…. Sitting in the FO class, my heart sank, GOD!!!!! This is the third period I’m sitting blank. Lost my habit of listening in the class All that I do is looking people who pass. All subjects jotted down in one single copy, Whether it is PSA, FO or µP. I know not what is going in the class, Everything seems to be absurd and crass. Each period and each day passes, With tensions increasing in heaps and masses. First unit today and second unit tomorrow, Are being finished...

AAL IZZ WELL .That’s what the people of India love to say these days. This phrase has become the argot of every homo sapien residing in India. Everybody, the students in special, want to be an IDIOT and if at all there is a discrepancy, a failure somewhere, then there is surely a panachea, an elixir to fix them all and that is AAL IZZ WELL We saw the movie 3 idiots and definitely each one of us wants to be ‘Ranchhod Das Shyamaldas Janchad’. But did anyone pay heed to a confession or statement alleged by Sharman Joshi alias Raju……’including the end semester exams we have 42 tests in an year’. That simply means on an average basis 3.5 tests per month which also includes the paramount end semester exams. Who on earth will study for these exams and tests which knock our doors every 10 to 15 days like a fortnight tabloid???? Everyone here cannot be like Rancho, unscrewing the nuts for the whole session and then sitting in the first row, just net to the Dean and posing for a photograph… As a...

Yet another year coming to an end…..I got one year older..one year senior. 20 long years and two and a half years of my college life is what I accomplished ….wow it feels good!!!!! But does it really??? Sitting alienated in my room during my end semester break…I was literally blased of my holidays and ‘no work at all’ state. Not very sure of what should I be doing ,I thought of analysing the very year bidding goddbye to everyone, and, what better day will I get other than today i.e the 31st of december just a few hours before the new year says hello to the world. The year started with January ,though there wasn’t much novel ideas stored in it for we people…..because our dreams ,our aspirations had not taken a new form with the advent of the new year….this year we all desperately wanted just one thing and I think I have mentioned it more than 100 times even in my previous posts and even if not, it must be implicit from the former posts….it was bhai finding a place in one of the IIT’s ,t...

As we are heading forward towards all our lives everything seems to be gaining pace. The way of living of people, their habits, routine have taken a new form. Live conversations have changed to phonic talks, dining table with five or six chairs have become useless. Everybody is busy with himself or herself………..but in this dynamic life we don’t even realize what we are actually missing. This reminds me of a poem I read somewhere. Here it goes……… Here I am sitting in my office @ night… Thinking hard about life how it changed a maverick collage life to strict professional life…… How tiny pocket money changed to huge monthly paychecks but then why it gives less happiness a few local denim jeans changed to new branded wardrobe but then why there are less people to use them how a single plate of samosa changed to a full Pizza or burger but then why there is less hunger….. Here i am sitting in my office @ night… Thinking hard about life how it changed….. How a bike always in reserve changed t...

This post of mine is dedicated to my brother…he’s been selected for IIT and would be commencing B Tech in electrical engineering from IIT Roorkee. After reading it some may feel as a hyperbole, an overreaction…..but for me it’s just the expression of my feelings. I just tried to provide words to my thoughts…. A sincere and honest effort to bring out my feelings for my brother. 21 July 1991….a fine Sunday morning .I vividly remember the day when this day my parents gifted me the most beautiful and animated toy. I was my dear ‘bhai’. Though I was too young to realize this….but still I had someone to play with, to fight with and to appease. I suddenly became the ‘elder sister’ of someone. From that day onwards I did care to demand a gift for him too from anyone who had something just for me. As and when time went by he started penetrating more into my heart, my life and my thoughts. Regardless of the friends I had, I considered him as the ‘best one’……wanted to share every petty thing with...

Before anybody reads this…..I just want to make a confession……………This letter is dedicated to all my friends whose presence I marked through my tough times. MY DEAR FRIEND, Today I want to do that , which people usually forget. Today I want to thank you for being beside me through all my odds. When GOD made human beings, he also made for him, some beautiful relations. He made parents to nourish a child…………..made brothers and sisters to play and enjoy the springs of his life with…………….made teachers to transform a man into worthy human being. And the most important and cherishing relation that he made is “A FRIEND”. A FRIEND to provide shoulder to rest. A FRIEND to lend his ear when you wanted to say something and A FRIEND to spend the whole night………sleepless…..with you when you could not sleep. And I feel I’ve got these heavenly peopl...

They say that the world has gone materialistic.Nobody bothers even for their family,then forget about friends and relatives. But what I am gonna tell here would transform the thoughts of the readers as it did that of mine. We have a family friend. I won’t crack the name. Age – in his mid 50s and is shouldered a responsibility of feeding nine to ten members of his family.He has no permanent source of income but is a very good artist and has a tough and tight hold on literature be it English or Hindi. But I think that the pen with which God wrote his destiny was the blackest of all.Inspite of his extraordinary knowledge,interest and caliber ,God could not bless him with a job.It is said ‘ Dhundne se Khuda bhi milta hai ’ but that too to the lucky ones and uncle was certainly not one of them.He moved heaven and earth to just find a job but could not get it.And then came a bolt from the blues.His scooter gave up.It could not accompany him anymore.And I think you can make out that ...

So getting back to my journey (ok I promise you all this would be last time I would be talking of me!!!!!!!!).When I got NIT Raipur as my college, the happiest person in this world was……..not me, neither my mother……it was MY FATHER because now he won’t have to send his dear daughter away from him. Starting from the day my result was declared till the day I got a seat in Raipur he used to tell me the advantages of studying in Raipur. LIKE Ø I’ll not have to live in a hostel, away from them. Ø The environment will be homely for me in this college as we had a family friend working in the college as Professor so I could take his help whenever I needed. Ø And above all I would be a B.TECH instead of a B.E after 4 years…….. So like a good and obedient daughter I finally became an NITIAN.And my studies started. Here in college I always tried to be a sincere student (Let me mention t...

On the fine morning of 26 th no one would have thought that the night would turn out to be the greatest nightmare……something that every Indian would like to erase from their minds,their life and their thoughts……..but the scars that this incident has left on the heart of India are such that they cannot be erased or overlooked by anyone(a diehard Indian by heart of course!!!!!!!). Three days of agony,anger,fear,suspicion and hatred and then it was all over…..over with a relief and pride that we were once again proved mightier,stronger and braver than those monstrous(Actually I had some more indecent words to call but ………….)terrorists.And this was made possible by our brave soldiers who staked their life to prevent even a scratch on Mother India’s face.They went…… and left in our hearts due love, respect and pride for them. ...

This is my maiden post…..a novel and an exciting experience for me…So in my first post I decided to share the twists and turns of my life……….which are no less exciting than this experience. From my childhood only I had a great affinity towards books and all sort of things related to them (that doesn’t mean that I was a book worm!!!!!!!!)In nursery class when my parents got late to pick me up from school…..I used to sit under the nice and relaxing shade of a tree and finish my homework (Ya I know sounds toooooooo unnatural but those who know me very closely know that it is true..Extempore,debate were the sort of competetions I always wanted to take part in.Neverthless our school had only two competetions in an year-singing and dancing.So people started thinking that I only want to study,study and only study which was obviously not true!!!!!! ...