Long Time

Today, unexpectedly life forced me to think why I was born? Don’t know the reason why such weird thoughts sprang up in my brain. Thought much… I did… yeah thought much… I was a near about good student, loved geography… & physics too (quantum still fascinates me to the core)… that made me go against my parents wishes when I took science as majors. Don’t know what made me choose engineering as a career path… still those were my life revolutionary days. Revolutionary... by work & by thoughts... really… I know the 13 letter word revolutionary by both meaning and essence. Don’t teach me that !

 

Back then, I use to have dreams of bringing on a change… something that would catapult new ideas, bring in new avenues for growth and above all motivate people for sustainable and cohesive development. Breaking the past, those were the days when nights were spend thinking IDEAS and days visualizing their flow. Cherished them !

What I am unto now? Have I lost track? Is my present strong enough to hold my future? Aren’t I’m ruining my past? Revolution… where it stands now?

My mind isn’t able to answer my soul hundred such questions. It wants to be free… free of questions… free of floodgates… that oppose its flow… flow of those beautiful thoughts that once I cherished.

…. will continue

Disclaimer : I'm a human being... I ramble too, at times !

Cryptic Me

I am more dead than alive

Frozen in the midst of pain

Restraining any flow

Interring the awaken soul

I am more bounded than free

Enslaved with closed floodgates

Callous I lay

Blemishing the heavenly soul

I am more a demon than human

Darkened by the glaze of triumph

Ravishing the sanctified trek

Alienating HIS divinity

Why Can’t I Lie?

At times in life being distracted a thought frowns at me that “Why Can’t I Lie?”

Why the unbreakable thread of innocence binds me with sullen believe?

Lust engulfs,

Love blossoms,

She messages, “Isn’t it true love”?

Being puzzle I reply,

Why Can’t I Lie?

Examination torments,

Results suffer,

Parents inquire, “How’s marks”?

Being sorry I reply,

Why Can’t I Lie?

Company’s recruits,

Destiny blackens,

Acquaintances laugh, “Where’s going”?

Being perturb I reply,

Why Can’t I Lie?

Heart sinks,

Life camouflages,

God whips, “What’s happening”?

Being crushed I reply,

Why Can’t I Lie?

note: work of fiction

Tryst with Honesty

I studied way back in school that Honesty is the best policy. Not only my teachers, but also my parents taught me the same thing again and again. I’m lucky to be brought up in an environment which always stood up with the saying. So, gradually I was convinced and started thinking on the same lines. I was also told that the path of honesty is not a bed full of roses. It’s not easy to follow and it needs a strong determination and will power.

Earlier, I thought why people don’t stick with the path of honesty. It’s the simplest path to follow; you don’t have to conjure a story. Just do what is right. Then, I myself met with an incident. This post is all about my tryst with honesty.

This happened with me in the last semester, somewhat in the middle of September. I was busy preparing for my first internal exams. I guess, Industrial Electronics was the second or the third paper. Trust me; I was full of goose bumps as the syllabus was wide and hard. But, the whole night of studying made me confident to face the exam.

I was happy after seeing the question paper. I knew almost all the answers. But then, God had reserved something for me in advance which was just waiting to be bombed. Hardly, 5 minutes after I got such joyous feelings I felt something vibrating in my jeans right side pocket. Oh my God, I was dead, Shit. Such feelings came in me when I finally made it what was vibrating. I was sitting in the examination hall with mobile in my pocket. Wasn’t it great…! OOppss… What to do now? It was bit strange on the part of the examiner that till now she wasn’t able to find out what was making the burr sound.

I was now left with two options, isn’t that was great… I was in the middle of a tragedy and still viewing the whole thing objectively. So, the first option was to sit around quietly, make no noise and continue doing the paper until I get caught. Second one was bit daring; It was to stand and tell the truth to the examiner. You guess it wrong, I choose the second one. Yeah, I know you can call it as suicide and me a fool.

Why I choose the second option? Simple, that was something I have been brought up by. I have never been taught to run from my mistakes. I did make a mistake of not checking my jeans pocket and bringing the mobile inside the examination hall. That was something against the rule book. Also, till then I have met teachers who rate honesty more than any other thing. Hardly 5 minutes had passed, so I thought examiner would understand my point, would be pleased by my honesty and would allow me to continue with my paper. But, nowadays teachers are not the same which they used to be few years back. Teaching has become a profession and people get into it for the sake of money not for inculcating principles in the mind and soul of students.

My mobile was snatched, I got it later on (easily), and I was shown the doors. Luckily, we have three internals in a semester out of which only two are considered. I lost the respect for the teacher, I happened to met her once; She said, “I lost faith in you”. I replied, “Something very similar happened with me, I didn’t lost faith in you, but teachers in general”.

This incident got me puzzled and vexed up for days, I kept thinking whether honesty is of any use in this world.  But, then how can I leave something which my parents taught me? I’m still following the path of honesty… Let’s see what’s waiting next?

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Post inspiration:  Madam NK( ECE branch) 

SUDDEN DEATH... Part 2

Oh mine God... I'm going to die in few hours! There were hundreds of questions left unanswered, and tons of things to do before I die. I bunked mine class and went straight to Gurudwara. I thanked God for letting me know mine death time. I sat there for half an hour. Mine past sprang in front of me, all good and not so good memories were flowing like a rapid river in front of me. I visualize all of them. Suddenly a thought came in mine mind, I can't waste this opportunity. I sat and pen down all things I still wanted to do in mine life. Then, I carefully selected the most important of them and planned mine last hours.

I selected 3 things which I had to finish anyhow. First of them was to call all mine friends and foes for the last time (I had spent mine life valuable time with and on them). There were times when tears came in mine eyes while I talked with mine friends. Mine foes thought that I had gone mad when I said I'm sorry for all wrong I did. It's strange, the previous day if anyone would have asked me to call mine foes and say sorry to them, I would have given him a tight punch. But, today I'm myself doing it. Life is unpredictable or rather death.

Second on mine to do list was to help the needy, at-least one, and bring smile on there face. I searched mine wallet and found a total of Rs. 550. As it was winter season going on, so I thought of gifting someone a blanket. It could save someone from the harsh and chilly breeze. I bought a blanket for few bugs and from the rest got some food. I began mine last hunt, and saw hundreds of poor fellows on the roadside. For the first time in mine life I felt that how much hard and cruel can life be for some. I distributed the food among them and gave a fellow in his teens the blanket which I bought. It really made me felt good.

Third thing which I wanted to do was to call mine parents. I was living away from them and it was not possible to go back home. Also, the two task had taken enough time from mine last few hours left. I dialed mine home number; Mine mummy picked up the phone. I asked her to take care of herself and for the first time asked her to hand over the receiver to PAPA. The call went for hours.

Now, there were just 15 minutes left.

Note: The above post is a work of fiction, which has no relationship with reality.

You missed the first part, read it here.

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Become what you think…

There are two kinds of people in this world – first category are those who blame their circumstances for what they are. Second are folks who get on this world, people who don’t believe in circumstances.

My life has been like this from the starting. I never went out for the right choices but instead tried to make my choices right. Sometimes it didn’t work and I had to pay a heavy price but irrespective of the result, it always provided me a self satisfaction. My motto in life is stop thinking, instead act for your dreams. If you fail to reach your goals then too you will be in a better situation then the people who fear not to act ‘coz of lack of vision and self motivation.

My ideology

All of us in this world are born because of a purpose. We are here in this world and occupy a space because of a purpose. But most of us live our whole life without even knowing the purpose of life. Living such a life is more alike being dead. Always try to locate that purpose, I am not asking you to go and look for attaining means for the NIRVANA.But just look into your own soul and ask yourself one question that for what God give you a life. I am hundred percent sure that you will get an answer. And that answer has the power to change your whole life, it will mould you into one of the finest creatures God ever created.

Your poor nerd

Hi my life, my angel
I am nothing more than an average boy,
Neither a hero; nor a villain
I can’t promise you a luxury life,
But, a life full of happiness, full of love
Because, I am not Sharukh, I am not Amir,

I am just your poor nerd!

Angel , I can’t gift you a golden ring,
But promise to gift you a life full of lovely swing,
I can’t promise a lunch in the Oberoi,
But my fully burned pizza’s are all for you,
Angel, I can’t promise you a mertz ride,
But yeah,
we can have a long silent walk, speaking with only our eyes
because, I am not Birla, I am not Ambani,

I am just your poor nerd…!

Love will be the only thing between us,
Only words spoken will be love, love and love,
This lines aren’t like DDLJ,
Because, I am not Guljar, I am not Javed,

I am just your poor nerd !

This post ( poem) is dedicated to the mania of single-sided love stories.



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Zindagi

zindagi ek juan hain,
isse jee lo, khul ke khel lo,
darna bekar hai, ek chah bana lo,
zindadali ko apni fitrat bana lo,
zindagi ek sugandid mahak hai,
apna vatavaran khus gavar ker lo,
logo ki pervah chod, apni zndagi apni ker lo,
kaaton pe chalne ka zajba rakhna dill mein hamesha,
jindagi babul hain, koi varsch chandan ka nahi,
kal pe kam na tal, zindagi badi choti hai,
aaj hi kerle saare kam, ek pal hi bahut hain,
duniya ek rang munch hai, hum katputliyan,
iska lekak koi aur hai, hum sirf abhineta,
isse bhi puri tarah filmalo!

zindagi ek sach ki khoj hai, isse khoj lo,
verna kai aaye aur kai gaye, kya fark pada,
dur kerle agyan ke andare, gyan ki roshni mein jholo,
verna andkar ke rakshak kehloage, kabhi sukh na paoge!

aaj ke itna hii, milenge phir kabhi,
jaate jaate ek baat jaruur kahunga,
zingadi ek pustak hai
isse padna jaan lo..!

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Marketing spirituality

I am a member of my college Spiritual society and few days back was assigned a task of making literary people know about any such society. No guesses for why I have been assigned this task to publicise the society as the students nowadays are more inclined towards other events( I am not going to elaborate those events).
So the president of the society after giving me a full appreciation speech about how much he praises my worthiness and how much he knows about my social network around the college he assigned me this task. It may look easy task but personally going around the college and locating all those geeky fellows and making it sure that theirs no week point in your presentation is not an easy task.
But after all I am a resident of the India's most prestigious MBA institute, so some marketing skills I ought to have in me. I have finalize some tasks which I and group can do and let the students and other's in college take note of us. Till then keep guessing how much i have progressed.
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