WILL THINGS CHANGE???..:/

OUR FUTURE ...

"Dad let’s go for ooo la la ooo la la ..”said a about 8 year old kid.
Man-“No beta,that’s not a good movie...”
“Dad,you r so miser.Wht about DESI BOYS.”inquired the younger one of the two lads.
Man-“Okk baba,will see to it,,now don’t shout like that in public”.
This is exact instance of the conversation that i heard while travelling on train this weekend.
Later i heard those teddlers singing”bhagg D.k bose”...
The statement that took me by surpise was“I am on facebook,i will send u friend request “..by some another child of around the above mentioned ages.He was telling this to girl of her age.
Seeing these i wait for those days when “Murder 5 “satellite premier will be on CARTOON NETWORK
OR Teacher saying to her class..”I will update todays homework on Facebook,And Raju no vulgar comments this time or else I’ll remove u from my frnd list”..
Conclusion,India is approaching west in many aspect today.Few things that are retreating are "Dollar and Rupee."..and development.:P...:P.

OUR LEADERS ...

They can  block rational thoughts on social networks but not the Crime provoking them..
They give chicken biryani to killers of dozen but nothing to Family whose member died fighting such INSANES...
I have been recently touched by a article in “The Hindu”about the 26/11 attacks...
It says “the lady (don't remember her name) who got seriously injured during a bomb blast ,the day mumbai attack took place, was hardly given a lakh for her cure.She had already spent half a dozen lakhs on her treatment,but still finding hard to survivel.And you see out there in jail ,is a well known rascal,living a life king size and crores have been spent on him.
Anita karkare,widow of Hemant karkare,the ATS officer who died on eve of Mumbai attacks ,is fighting her heart out for the rights of family left in misery,for wife whose lost her husband ,for mother who lost their son,,and for the orphans.But we live in a world which has gone deaf and blind to respond .Ultimately all her sweat and blood seems to be in vain...:(

And my teacher HANAS T says “Who is going to change this,???? Ofcourse you all..”
“You are no ordinary,you owe a lot to people who are not lucky to get such facilities and studies”..
The problem is
We are not the same engineers or students of what he talk about..( probably those of his days).

 STUDENTS  ..:( L
We hardly read our own books,how come we read newspaper to see what happening around..
Everyone seems to Go crazy about MBA,,bt few are there for Civil services..
All the FUSS are about the packages,but none are there for transition aur work will bring on society.
Even our conscience have changed..
No one forgets to wish her/his facebook friend happy b’dayy..but  no one remembers Bhagat singh or Netaji subhash on their’s...(or haan when is their b’days by the way)..
Reason we give”Wo facebook par nahi hain na,,didn’t gt notification about it”..
Sunny lione is more familiar to us,than the person who is head of NASA or  Domestic affairs in India.

The truth is hard to swallow.More than the scenario ,it’s our thinking that has turn pervert.Surely
our culture and education are at stake and so is our political and economical stability.
Having gone through Chetan bhagat’s “Revolution 2020”..,i realise,the solution really lies to us.
We with our our sincere efforts can safeguard the cause of our Country.It’s time we ought to think ourselves as saviours of tomorrow and manage our juniours well.(unlike what already mentioned).It’s time we become a active part of Indian society and start thinking of our bit.In whatever Field we enter we nurture our Mother India to fullest.Lets live and study hard for those who can’t afford proper food,sanitation,education nor medication for one days our efforts will soothe them .
I am no different and just one of such mediocre  personality who just thinks.Nenertheless it all begins with thinking.
It’s time we fight the demons that have crept in us and our civilzation...

IT's "TIME WE CHANGE"..:/

                                           THE PIC SYMBOLIZES OUR STRENGHT

@Home-Feel the "MAGIC IN THE AIR"..:D

Where do we find even bitter almond( karela :P) sweet…?
Where can we tolerate even the boring saas-bahu serials…?
Where can we roam abt in d streets like a vagabond ….?
Where can we get licence to sleep out and break the record of khumb karan….?
Where can we fight with our brothers and sisters without being accused of ragging..?
Where  are we secure from complixicty and  delusory world outside..?
Yup d answer to all is
..Home sweet home ...” J
Well mine 2 nd half months is full of above contents.Every second of my stay have been a roller coaster ride.Thanks to my parents,family members,brother and my dear friends.
Honestly speaking I didn’t did a single piece of productive work.Read few nouvels out of which “the monk who sold his Ferrari”seemed magnificient.(u can try tht too).Visits from my relatives kept my holidays alive.However my vacations revolved around my lappy(fb,blogging) and cricket(tht too perished when monsoon arrived).Roaming with friends,visiting almost a dozen marriage receptions and sleeping filled the remainder.Infact I slept like a CHAMPION :P.Khumbkaran watching from hell,will we proud of me.Even the loudest voice of my parents didn’t vibrated my ear drum. This time ,Explored more of Dumka(my current resident),,wandered from chotu nath (a temple 12 km from city) to Kurwa( so called park ) on my Khatara bike.I have a soft corner for my bike.It is seeing the last stages of his life,,and often gives up.Nevertheless, it takes me “To the Infinty and beyond”(Aanath se bhi aage).

me in kurwa .

Now on the very last day,I sum all this exciting moments.The visit rejuvenated me.I have been missing my college and friends too,and am going to give them all“JADDU KI JHAPPI”.
And also as said “Forbidden fruit is the sweetest”..Our longing to come back to our native places makes these vacations even more ecstatic.So it’s time to  return to our alma mater.The gratifying moments and the bleesings of our loved one ,which we take back ,will keep us “Going”..

“Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam,

Be it ever so humble ,there’s no place like home”
Gar Firdaus rōy-e zamin ast, hamin ast-o hamin ast-o hamin ast.

Means
“If there is a paradise on earth, it is this, it is this, it is this.”.I think writer of this quote must had kashmir(this is written on the grave in a park of Kashmir) as his Home.He also felt the “MAGIC IN THE AIR”.

What will I Give Back? :-(

This is not my story,but everyone's going through this.

It was a night of pain,It was a night of heal,It was a night of arousal ,It was a night of slumber,It was a night of febrility,It was a night of wellbeing ,It was a night of despair,It was a night of hope,It was a night of  deprivation,It was a night of amplification.
Such was the grandness of the night.
        I was growning with pain.Tommorow was my Board Exams(computer's ) and here I was lying, on bed and even struggling to have sound sleep on the very night before the judgement day.Doctor have ordered me rest.My whole body was burning with fever.My legs aching in manner as though someone is going to pull it off.Well ,this all happens when you are  suffering from"chicken pox ".I was languished.

But God has sent its embodiment in the form of Mother.My mom,ceded her sleep,sat and kept solacing me.She was awake almost the whole  night aiding me."She is truly a magician"I thought.

She kneaded me to full effect so that I can catch some Z's.
When I woke up,I found myselg on the upbeat.I went for the exam,supercharged by the words told by mom,dad and my nani.My nani,a totally spritiual woman,used to say"Whenever everything wents wrong,one can always find divine help.Just have faith".Their blessings  worked wonders, despite of the my malady,I did well .
But there  were still 5 more exams to go.But  the courage and easiness  which my parents provided me
never made me wretched.Few months before ,the same were always coaxing me about studies
and asked me to get best possible marks(even cent % marks wouldn't have satisfied them).But after the pox,they didn't let me scan a book for long time.They insisted me to look after my health rather than marks.
This all had a deep deep and indelible effect on my mind.It was not the 1st time I recognised their love.There were millions of other incidents .But this phase when I was quite sensible made me realise how lucky am I.
When my results were out ,I did a decent job,but was  glad that my parents were satisfied(They would have said the same in any case :-)).

It is  4 yrs since ,and now sitting in my home and having in hand only 12 days left to leave for my college,I realise how my mother is vexed by the thought of me leaving her again.I have been here for 2 months now,and leaving her will not to easy nut to crack for me too.To be honest ,I have a become now bit emotionally strong and tough on heart,but I always realise the same tenderness in her.Same affection in her eyes.I wish once done with my studies,I can fill the empty corner she have been accostumed to in last few yrs.I want to be always there in times my name comes to her mind.
But the question is always there which I want to ask them...

Your love is unmatched,
Your sacrifices are unparallel,

Your gift to me are unrivalled,
Your commitments are nonpareil,
For even the smallest happiness u gave me,
Mom and dad,
"What will  I give back? :-("

  

believe me ,I HAVE SEEN AN ANGEL!!!!!

“To see her ,is to love her,

And love her forever,

For nature made her what she is,

And never made such another.”

-Robert Burns

Those who are here for a happy-ending story,mind it,this destination is not for you.The story is all about a lad,Yuvraj,and his venture in love.Yuvraj ,a good friend of mine,often visited me.He was very frank and a funny person.So it was always nice talking to him and we use to have long gossips whenever we met.One day,i randomly asked him,”hey buddy,do you have a girl friend?”.Suddenly his eyes seemed to glow up.He took a deep breathe and said,”Have u seen  an angel?”.

”Hey, tht’s not the answer!”I shouted.

“your answer is hidden in my question,have u seen her?”he replied calmly..

“Of course not,They only exist in small kid stories or cartoons.bhai,... aur aaj kal toh pant main susu karne wala baccha he un par yakin karta hain”i answered cunningly.

“emmm may be but..Believe me ,I have seen an angel”yuvraj answered in sober tone and he began.....

“This all began,during my stay in lota.I was in chanchal classes,a renowned institution for the preparation for iit-jee.You know that it is a mixed feeling there.On one hand ,one loves solving difficult question and studying stuffs with logics.On the other,one may get fed up with the monotonous life out there,same rountine,same dpps,same sheets and everything things seems to come to a halt.I too was overwhelmed but was still fighting hard to live up to the expectation everyone has bound up with me i.e. to see me get through jee with flying colours.But i always heard a call inside me saying “Something missing”.”

“lucky me,the system of chanchal ,never keeps it “simple silly”.We had regular batch changes on merit basis and lucky me i was upgraded to new batch.”

“we too had it in kota,bansal ..i love this system”I answered with smile.

“and why not! ,new batch meant,new collegues ,new teachers and most importantly new girls to look at.However being a introvert(not now a days) sort of  guy,i stood aloof from them,and used to occupy the last benches.Last benches are fun.You seem to be in new world ,master of your own will to much extent.You can talk silently,complete homeworks of other teacher during lectures,enjoy chewing gums,play games on mobile,and shout “Maro,maro”,when the teacher is not leaving on time.But alas!,you can’t look properly to the girls in the class,since all had there seats reserved on first benches.So i made my mind,and thought”Darr ke  aage jeet hain” .It’s time to explore the concealed fantasy of first benchers.So the next day,i managed to get to the second desk and tried enjoying a glare at beautiful girls of our batch, occupying the other corner.But i didn’t find it much interesting and thought it as an attempt in vain.Meanwhile the teacher left and it was time for break.I was also leaving  for a walk on the lobby and see if i could find any “maal” to glare at.But suddenly ,I saw a girl standing beside the corner most bench.She was earlier not visible from where i was sitting,But now i see in  front of me,a girl,who has set my adrenaline pumping up.The serenity of her calm face,her first view ,has now left deep impession on my mind.Her charm was magnificent,resembling those which you find in lovely Bengali girls.She was dressed simply with hairs well tied up and her face glowed same as the horizon with the advent of rising sun. I was succumbed to the thought ,”Have i seen her earlier?”..As though she was known to me.But at the end of the day,what mattered was that the girl had caused me insanity and got a permanent place somewhere in the temple of my heart.Days went,and  i was brimmed with  tranquillity each time i saw her sitting silently at her  permanent ,front most corner seat.I was not at all serious about talking to her or getting up on her eyes.I watched her secretly,which god knows why,gave me unmatched peace.She was not the only beautiful girl,i have ever seen,but resulted in something which the most beautiful girls of chanchal  were unable to!.Then I had no clue from where she was?,what was her name?. I was totally blank about her.All I knew, she resembles an angel,whom i might have seen in my dreams”.

“but u know ,God is crazy,the periodic batch change system which was boon at one time ,proved bane this time and i have to leave her ,me being shifted to another batch.she too was shuffled ,bt alas! Not to the same batch as that of mine.

But i often(though not regularly) managed to come during breaks to see her sitting peacefully without getting any attention of her.Days past,and months past,and it was December,the last month of our coaching.My friends too experienced love.And one day,i saw a very close friend of mine ,mastram mishra giving chocolate to the girl named monal pandey,who stole his heart.Wow,can i also do this.the answer was”NO”.I was placid with what was going.The very next day,I saw, Vaibhav jain,another close friend of mine,with a girl.Suddenly something struck my mind.I am going to do this,if a shy guy like Vaibhav can,then why not i.I revealed  my plans to Gaurav singhal,my best of best buddies.He adviced me that ,before approaching her,i should give her signals,and that by letting her know,someone is after her.I followed the advice.Everyday from then i dressed myself in best attire,perfumed heavily,and took bathe everyday(this was the most difficult part ).I roamed in front of her classroom during recess,stood at the notice board which she visited after the class was over.Gradually,finding me everyday at same places and glaring at her,she realised that i have cruel intentions.It was 5 days left to 1 january,the day when our courses in chanchal,comes to standstill.I thought now i am ready to talk to her.But the evrytime i tried i ran out of breathe and unable to face her.I followed her,one day,but seeing her turning to see her follower,i took a u-turn.I realised ,I will not make it and once again gave up the thought.The very next day,i couldn’t find her in her batch,nor around the notice board area.I thought ,she might have left for hometown,as most of the students had already left,before the scheduled day.”Oh my god.what have i done,i am never going to see her again.Perhaps never ever in my lifetime.I should have asked her name and hometown.But now it’s all over”i thought and came closed to the notice board.Suddenly i saw the image of a girl on the glass of the board.It was her reflection.She hadn’t left and was right behind me.I was such ecstatic that she left the place with her friend and i couldn’t have a talk with her.The very next day,it was announced that mine and her batch will have a combined class.I was thrilled.Once the class was over,i saw her leaving.Gaurav singhal,held my hand and said “phood de yaar,kar le bhabhi se baat”.Jaditya Bhushan ,my genious batch mate,accompained me and followed me till the end,His presence was realy inspiring and i felt i have no other option than to accompalish ma task.

“Hurray!i did.i followed her  till the exit at the ground floor and introduced myself to her in funny manner(actually that looked absurd).She seemed unmoved and frivolous about talking to me.I understood,and said i only wish to know her name and where she belonged to...”Priti”she said.”.humkisanganj se hain”..I bid her thanks and wished a very happy new year since it was 31st December.During our evening extra class ,i saw her again.I approached her,this time my face blushing a little less and told her to join any social network site “Once the exams are over”.

“Did she came?”..I asked anxiously.

“yes,and we are friend till now”Yuvi replied

“So,kuch baat bani”I in serious tone

“No,she made me clear that she looks me as her friend and nothing else.Time passed,and she kept ignoring me.So,i myself decided not to disturb her anymore,after all she is a very nice lady and my angel too ..haha”Yuvi in non-serious manner

“Man,you are crazy,you spend soo much time thinking about her and how easily have you let her go.Atleat tell her what is inside you”I said in anger.

“I tried my best buddy,but things are quite evident.you can take a horse to water,but u can’t make it drink against it’s will.And suppose if she becomes angry , i might get cut to her.Pyarr ka matlab haasil karna nahi hota .

 My friend Tejas chaudhary said me once" You are very lucky,Yuvraj, to know how she is now and about her wellness (indirectly or directly).There are millions who have no clue about where their loved ones have gone."

I loved a lass ,a fair one,

As fair as ever was seen;

She was indeed a rare one,

Another Sheba queen;

But, fool as then I was;

I Thought she loved ne too’

But now,alas!she has left me,

And there is nothing I can do;”

said yuvraj

“hmm..i think you are right.Everything happens for reason.”i tried to console.

“ye sab chhod,tum apna toh batao,koi ladki-sadki mili ki nahi”

“aree chutiya ho kya,hum aur ladki,,haha,,aree kisi se baat bhi nahi karte hain”I replied

suddenly my phone rang.Yuvraj picked it before i could see who’s calling.

“Aree ,see who’s calling,,,Sonam,,wah beta who’s Sonam?”questioned yuvraj

Sonam was a friend of mine but thinking i was caught lieing  i  was red all over and cried”kamine,phone de”

After bit of fight i snatched the phone and saw it’s not sonam but tata docomo adveritise call.Yuvraj was rolling on floor with laugh and i gave a thought

“

His laughter hides the grief deep within him,

He is full of life to the brim,

and this is how his agony release,

no need to say yuvraj “smile plz”..

and the pain burns out same as candle..

Beleive him,”He has seen an ANGEL”........