Sunday, November 2, 2008

Feel Good Feeling...

Feeling heart beats,
Happiness breathing in,
Because the joy is pristine.

Pure mind and thoughts,
Scurry in realms of dreams,
Because the journey is towards fulfilment.

Laughter and smile,
Throw worries into oblivion,
Because the ecstasy empowers.

Bliss and charm,
Make life picturesque,
Because the liveliness in life never dies.

Sunday, August 24, 2008

Free To Be Self

Free of mundane worries,
Free of worldly gains,
Free as rivulet to channel its own trail,
Free as wind to blows in its own glare.

Free of monotonous living,
To swirl in the galaxy of fun.
Free of petty desires of life,
To unknot the intricate emotions of mind.

Free to dream,
I am sailing on a galleon far in sea,
Free to unleash all boundaries,
To cross all roads.

Free to believe,
Free to discover,
Free to be myself.

Sunday, July 6, 2008

50% On AIR.....

With the exam fever off, more tension is pouring in with new admission criteria for the 50% seat in all the NITs other than its native state which is based on all India merit. New thought to ponder, strong decision to make and heavy competition to combat. Obviously, the new decision caters to raise the level of NITs, and prove beneficial for the students from the state which has less seat quota in other NIT, students who secure very good ranks, students of the state not having a top ranked NIT; students who missed the chance to get into IIT by a little difference, but proficient for studying in an efficient technical institute.

Everything seems good. A great decision , but what about students of the state where the AIEEE ranking goes low, where the competition level till now was low; where it is not possible for students to match their preparation level to compete with others, with no lack of intelligence, but a little less in preparation. A very good decision, but I don’t think this was the perfect time; just after the results on 13th June, with no prior clue for the students to gear on their preparation level. But they have the other 50% and other technical institute all over the country but obviously not to match with that of NIT.

To raise their standard, admission should be totally based on all India merit, why only the 50% seat. But standard cannot be just raised by quality intake only the infrastructure of each NIT should be made comparable with IIT. Utilization of the funds given to NITs should be made righteously in proper direction in full contribution with the ideas of the students. What is the point in discussing now? I was a little lucky to get NIT with the rank I got seeing the present scenario. For the junior can just say the luckiest way to quench your thirst for success is by the sweat of your own hard work and determination, as the competition gets tougher and tougher day by day.A journey from the unconquerable past to the desired future via the mould of present in our hands.

Tuesday, July 1, 2008

Do We Really seee....

Don’t believe what you see
It may be your hallucination
Fallacy blinded your thought.

Don’t believe what you see
Like you have no other option
You’re forced never to refute.

Don’t believe what you see
You may misjudge a situation
Because prime accused is
Not always a heinous murderer.

Don’t believe what you see
Objects may be far from reality
As you see the sun but even
Your close eyes can’t image
What it is in reality.

Don’t believe what you see
You see the glass empty
Even if it is half filled with water.

Friday, April 11, 2008

Vows which could never be made

Jessica is standing in front of the priest in a modestly decorated church ready to take vows for her marriage with Harris. Beautifully dressed in white wedding gown and a half veil on her face, her eyes shinning brightly behind it. The charm on her face was similar to that of a mother seeing her new born baby for the first time. Her long curly hair crowned with flowers. The white roses feeling proud being held by her hands, for she is looking a perfect angel.

Close friends and relatives were invited to witness their celebration of love. It was in this divine place that Jessica first meets Harris. Harris a photographer had come to capture the beauty of church on the Christmas day; the church was ostentatiously adorned for the eve, having an ingenious stoic ambience. The nave of the church was for the worshipper’s stand, with an aisle leading to the sanctuary, a few steps higher than the nave and the templon bearing a crucified icon of Jesus Christ with candles lit below it. The sleek wall paintings depicting episodes from the Bible. Jessica was singing in the choir when Harris saw her for the first time, blown by her pristine beauty, captured her in his heart forever.

One could easily see the happiness on Jessica’s face on the wedding day. The wedding was similar to what she had always fantasized. The start of a new life, with her sorrows reduced and happiness being infinite. Every arrangement for the wedding was together decided by them, with a not a simplest thing being ignored.

But, why can’t our life be without this but. Harris was not yet there for the wedding; slowly the tension taking on, on Jessica’s face was visible. Suddenly there was a hustle outside the church she came running to see what has happened. She could not believe what she was seeing, like time has stopped. A bolt from the blue, lying in front of her was Harris’s dead body. Her tears unstoppable, her grief unimaginable, her happiness turned to bits; it was like somebody has torn her heart and was stampeding on it.

Harris’s best photograph was one of those of Jessica which he took when he first saw her.
He never told her about this and thought this would be the best present to her for the wedding, thinking it would be a great surprise to her making the wedding all the more special. It was for this photograph that he had gone home, his car was thrashed by a truck and it was God’s will that he never returned.

Beside Harris’s dead body, Jessica’s eyes invisible in tears, her face expressionless, and her pain similar to a mother who came to know that her baby was born dead. She bowed down, closed his eyes, and kissed him for the last time. Jessica is standing seeing Harris for the last time, bidding him adieu for the final time.

P.S.-My first attempt towards short story.

Tuesday, April 1, 2008

Was A Dear One…

Eyes are closed
But soul is dwelling in someone else’s heart.

Gone to sleep
But someone else is dreaming about you
Spending sleepless nights.

All doors are open
But someone else’s mind
Eludes any happy thought.

Idyllic life has sore off
But someone else’s life
Has come a standstill.

Entered into light
Leaving darkness in
Someone else’s life.

Dislodging the world
Making it too small
For someone else’s living.

Joining hands with intangible when
Someone else is ready
For hugging you one more time.

Death has taken you
But someone else’s life
Has become dead without you.

Friday, March 28, 2008

Playing With Colors

It was a long weekend this time but I was not at home. I usually run to home on such weekends but not this time. I do not regret going but really missed my home every moment. So how to spend such a long weekend in the hostel the code is simple sleep, watch movies, go for walk in the evening and talk to glory with friends. But this weekend had some other things in store too. The fun started from Friday itself, at night we lit the bonfire representing the start of Hindu spring festival of colors HOLI.The bonfire signifies the burning of the demoness Holika, Hiranyakashipu's sister. As per the Hindu calendar, it falls on Phalgun Purnima (or Pooranmashi, Full Moon). Holi takes place over two days first day signifies the symbolic burning of evils while the second day is all about fun playing with colors. This was my second holi in the hostel and really had loads of fun throwing color (gulal/aabir) and water at friends. To surprise we played in the narrow corridor of our hostel with our faces becoming unrecognizable after some time, also because I was not wearing my spectacles. But the festival was incomplete as I did not had any delicious food or sweet to eat.
Sunday too was going to end in a simple way but my friend Maddy just passing by the common room found Rangoli competition was going on. Rangoli is one of the most popular art forms in India. It is a form if sand painting decoration that uses finely ground white powder and colors. In particular Divali festival is celebrated with rangoli. We (Maddy, Sweta and I) had thought of taking part in it but in our festive moods (no classes) we forgot about the competition. We already had colors. We gathered in the common room with our stuff. We lost almost ten minutes in arranging stuff and another ten minutes in thinking what Rangoli design we will make. But after that there was no stopping, we just completed in time having complete fun while making it. To our surprise we got the third prize. Just as in exam we have one night stand, this was just a 10 minutes stand and the result was far better than that I get in my exam. The incomplete festival was also completed as my other friends who had gone home had brought homemade stuff and sweets, also stuff coming from my home
check out the rangoli we made: