We frequently come across with situations where we are no more the masters of our fate, but where we couldn’t be more than a mere spectator of our forthcomings. I am not a prolific scholar and neither a “been there done that” type person who has experienced every possible way of living life (may sound unrealistic) and now has surely an authority to preach the best way to live life, if there is any. I am just mazed up by the existence of so many theories about the Almighty, His existence, His purpose and yet none of them justifying the purpose because each one of them depicts God as seen by a person be it Prophets, Muhammads or Our very own saints. The famous picture where a man is barely able to touch god’s hand ironically shows that they, who claim to have understood the purpose of God’s existence, His powers, are nowhere but at the periphery of the vast universe of knowledge about Him.
Our belief of God being Almighty deepens our belief on one more subjective issue “Destiny”. This belief is more befuddling and stupefying than any other concept as it questions the very purpose of life i.e. to make efforts, to strive for perfection. If one believes that the end is defined, then what is the purpose of putting efforts? If one is not getting the desired result then should he take the failure as destiny or accept the challenge and put more efforts?
The fecundity of this discussion lies in the answer to the question we have been asking to ourselves since the time of Homo Habilis i.e. what one means by God.
Man created god not only to seek shelter when he is weak but to explain some phenomena which, otherwise, were inexplicable. Through generations we are taught about the greatness of Him so that we consider numerous anti-society acts as sacrilege and thus develop a mental barrier to not let pass even a thought of doing them. The best way still leads to the development of a society which augments the growth of individuals. The society where romanticism, sentimentalism, emotions prevail and which helps an individual to reach that height from where he can see numerous other ways to live life.(Now it sounds realistic!)
As a Secretary of NSS, IIT Roorkee I have been working for the adopted villages which helped me to create a sync between my passion & aptitude of working for society. It helped me enhance my leadership quality. During my intern in CEL and C&S Pvt. Ltd, I learnt about organization structure and managerial role in an organization. I successfully completed the project of CEL aimed at reducing lead time in transporting finished goods using optimization techniques. Since childhood I have been a keen reader, which inculcated in me inquisitiveness for different fields. I believe in learning new things from everyone.
My zeal for social work, patriotism for country & my family background are the three pillars of my philosophy for doing MBA after completing engineering. Firstly, my enthusiasm for social service, I believe that whatever we have got from society, it’s our duty to repay back in one or the other form. I am passionate about life, my beliefs, and helping others; compassionate about people struggling to overcome obstacles. MBA will help me broaden my opportunities in a bigger platform & thus boost my spirit for providing basic amenities to lower sections of the society. Secondly, I don’t want to be an employee of an organization which is focussed on profits, but an entrepreneur working for the society & still making profits. After doing MBA from ISB, I will have a better exposure to the global market & thus brush up my social entrepreneurship skills to provide a source of livelihood for number of people keeping intact their dignity. This will not only improve the untapped potential of our large workforce but also correspondingly raise their standard of living. Thirdly, my family background made me familiar with the business world at an early stage which improved my understanding of the working of market forces & also enhanced my problem-solving skills.
As every normal guy, I also like to see beautiful faces around me when I wake up in morning .I also like to hear euphonious flow of words which are poured into my ears. But what I get to hear is the cacophony of some “aliens” and the retro hits being played in full volume during early morning. These are the same songs which we used to watch in childhood on chitrahaar. You can see these aliens almost everywhere & now thanks to our new hostel accommodation scheme the “almost” has turned into “definitely”.
The problem is not just that we see their tanned & dark complexioned faces in the early hours but we have to survive that torture whole day. Whether it is bathroom, corridors, mess, departments & not to forget RP, they can be found everywhere. While I have always believed that people do learn with time, but I think they don’t believe this. Why they are not provided different hostels so that those who are human beings do not get affected by their matkagiri?
You walk through the corridor; you get to find some matka talking to his wife:
Matka: aur khana bana liya?
Mrs Matka: haan bana liya hain par namak jyada hain dal mein
Matka: toh thoda pani daal lo na. dilute ho jayega.( yes I study in IIT!!)
Mrs Matka: arre who toh daal diya par ab dal patli ho gayi hain.woh kya kehte hain non-viscous ho gayi hain. (damn how did he get there?)
Matka: achcha monu ko doodh pila diya?
Mrs Matka: haan haan manu ko pila diya.Tum bataon who thermo ka tute ho
Matka: haan ho toh
Mrs Matka: haan haan.mann laga ke padho.rakhte hain.
(So cute!!!!)
In the early morning, at the time when you think whether you should wash your face or go directly to class, you can find some of them washing their clothes & some of them coming out of bathroom showing off their bare chest. What you can best do is squint your eyes till you come out of your hostel. But then you find them in long queue for breakfast. You can do nothing but to curse yourself. After waiting impatiently, you have your breakfast & then you leave for your classes. There you see not exactly matkas but you can say them" former – matkas". After their bromidic lectures, in the evening, you wish to go canteen & have some refreshments but voila, the devil is everywhere. You then forfeit your pleasure & decide to grab some packed food. Then you have many extra curricular activities going on which thankfully does not involve matkas. Finally you reach your room at late night just to regain some energy for some daunting tasks due next day .But you can’t sleep, not because you are not feeling sleepy but because a matka is not letting you switch off the corridor’s light which is filling your entire room.
I entered the place crowded with unknown faces, where everything was still..
It was a pool of silence in which everyone was immersed.
Neither I nor She said anything, not because we couldn’t but because we need not to.
Everything which she had to say, she kept it in her eyes.
Everything which I wanted to listen, I assumed it to be said.
Language lost its importance, smiles were all we had.
People cried, shouted & were burnt alive but sighs were all we had.
But we dint care, not because we dint want to but because we couldn’t.
Time had never diluted before, never had we loved each other this much before.
The moment was inexplicable, the emotions inexpressible.
I never realised how gorgeous she looks, never felt how her hands feel like.
She was no less than Aphrodite. She was no less than Venus.
Her face was exquisite, and, had innate innocence.
How can one survive such a brutal attack of beauty?
I will never forget her face bearing lecherous smile.
But I won’t lose any sleep on that because I’ve got a plan.
You are beautiful. And I don’t know what to do.
Cause I’ll never be with you.
Well the title obviates any need to tell what this post is all about. I just came from watching another classic movie by Vishal Bharadwaj named “dil toh bacha hain ji”. One of the most awaited movie of 2011 has somewhere down the line disappointed the audience. The abrupt ending took place when the movie really caught the audience’s attention. A movie starring Ajay Devgan is assumed to have woth against the inflating prices of tickets(excluding morning show).Other so called actors(Emraan Hashmi) was given the job at which he is naturally skilled. Chatur(as we know) was able to bring faint smile on the faces of audience. Now even after such a bad experience, I surprisingly liked the movie. One actor which took away all the credit was sensuous, callipygian & aphrodisiacal damsel beauty Nikki Narang aka Shruti Hasan
Life is an act where the characters are made to decipher their script while enacting. The “F” word is still ambiguous & disturbs the equability of minds. I am not using double entendre but alluding to the word “Future”. Wherever we go, we see thousands & thousands of people running to make their so called “future“ better. They are surreptitiously being trapped in this beautiful reverie of living in a better state. I am not disparaging the dynamic & foresighted nature of human being but asking why to kill present exuberant moments at the cost of nurturing just one hope- a better tomorrow?
In my school days, I always used to contemplate that why people can’t accept the small packets of happiness bestowed upon us .Going on personal experiences, I felt elated when girl next to me used to give a glance. I was brimmed with joy whenever I got a chance to see topper of our class being scold. I always used to have an adrenaline rush whenever I got to see any tussle going on. I always bore a beaming smile whenever we had a free period. I always used to take a longer route just to have the glimpse of one of our seniors whose beauty was unbounded by evolution.
Obviously I am not condoning the very act of being childish & admiring beauty but the point is that why we admire the cacophony of machines & feel petulance when an infant cries? Why we have always been pelted with questions about our future, career prospective, marriage, salary et cetra? Why we are forced to capitulate against the uncertainty of future? Why people in developing countries are happier than in developed ones?
The milestones achieved in this endless race of better tomorrow have left nothing incriminating to doubt its vitality. Everyone seems to be in a hallucination with no one to trigger their minds. All over are people wallowed in this rat race where a giant cat is sauntering at finishing line.
Booming voice!!!
I recover from my reverie. Is this a vicious circle of materialism & insatiable nature of Mr Adam?Does that mean our life is no better than any animal trying to please his senses?
The answer is a blatant No. We students are expected to become sallow because of late night studies. We have always numerous eye balls raised towards us while talking about Science & Technology. But who will conceal the proxies, ad hoc style studies, beer cans in our room, cigarettes in drawer, the endless crushes, V- day celebrations, bars outside the campus & best of all- Bakar.
We, students, have always showed our society the right path for their glorifying future. They who say we can be moulded any way belittle what we did in past.
Who can understand better than us the saying- “enjoy the day and pluck when it is ripe”?
Rarely do you appreciate the fact that we grow older & older each day. How you started cycling without your dad standing behind. How you started having rolls in canteen instead of mom’s paranthas. How you started borrowing your dad’s car instead of asking for him to drop.
I am talking about the moment when my friend from our group got placed. As he was the first one to achieve the milestone, we all decided that it must be celebrated in the grandest way possible. We pondered over many ideas & contemplated many of them. At the end of rigorous thinking, we all settled to the idea of having drinks in castle9@CP and then going to famous hookah joint “Mocha”
Castle9@CP is the normal bar where you can appreciate the pleasure of a glass of vodka sitting in the heart of
Now the best thing about hookah is that it hardly leaves you with any guilt and thus is best for people like me. Another attraction is the bold & beautiful girls there invigorating the whole environment. The moment you enter, it seems like we are up to some good deed & should start as soon as possible. In my personal opinion the Mocha@GK2 is much better than at Defcol or galleria market. The opened porch area there gives a totally different surrounding. Coming back to the scene, we all sat down occupying the veranda seats & waited for the menu. Throwing my eye balls on each & every flavor, my eyes stuck to one name “nirvana”, though I am neither spiritual nor a great fan of band “nirvana” but somehow I sensed an urge to have nirvana. So in accord of the whole group, we ordered nirvana. The hookah lasted hardly for half an hour but in the meanwhile I thought of this blog, about my friends ,about my college, my future & one more thing- how in my childhood I said one day to my dad “dad, don’t smoke, don’t you know its injurious for your health.”
Now, here I am alluding to the most pandemic but least noticed element of personality i.e. identity crisis. I define it as the mental state in which person doesn’t find his/her niche in the existing environment & tries to come out of the situation in an aggravated manner either by doing things which shows his worthiness or by accusing his/her surroundings for the present scenario.
What kind of people?
Symptoms:
· People who have been with the affected person can easily pinpoint that the person is having identity crisis.
· One is always unsatisfied & insatiate by his life, whatever is the situation.
· People try to imitate the ones from whom they are fantasized & they pretend as if they have been doing a particular thing for ages.
· People do not miss any opportunity to let down the person because of which they feel their identity in danger.
Cure:
· One of the most effective methods is to keep in mind” never ever there have been two similar people. If every person had to be same then why did god make different life forms, different plants, and different fruits? Every holy soul on this earth has a particular reason to live. One has just to make sure he is justifying his very reason.
Be Confident. Simple but useful. Nothing is impossible if you have the will to make it possible. One thing you have in your hands is to try because those who try only they succeed
Being a male dominant society,India till the half of twentieth century had not focussed on the decreasing sex ratio & other problems that were prevailing in every strata of society.Females,though ,are the future progenitor is most deprived of the two sexes.People still want to have a male child in their house due to patriarchal set up of society.It,not only prevails in the uneducated and uninformed section but also in the highly educated and sophisticated section of Indian society.Girls are still considered to be inside the four walls & unproductive in the economy.There is almost 50% of the female population who get married at the tender age of 18.What do we expect from the society where still girls are killed to please gods and goddesses.Why will god be happy at the killing of his most beautiful and responsible creature.The case worsens in the areas like Punjab and Haryana where the people are now compelled to search for the brides outside their states.The cause for this severe situation of this sex is the flaw in our ancient scriptures that portray men to be the leaders of family & women the other halves of men but which is not functional in any major process of society.This led people to the stereotype that females are only an object of beauty which can be placed in their living room at daytime and bedroom in night.According to the recent studies,it has been found out that females are more productive in stressfull situations and they are more cool minded,calm and pleasent in their behaviour when talking to clients.After the 1970 era,India has faced many revolutionary ideas implemented,which basically focussed on empowering women and providing them their very rights of dignity and freedom.Now,many programmes are in operation like indira Gandhi matratva sahyog yojna that helps conditionally to pregnant ant lactating mothers focussing on the fact that children will be healthier only when mothers are healthy.The second one is named on late Rajiv Gandhi which helps the poor girls to have their basic need meet.
The two sexes can not be at par untill each and every strata of society raise its voice against girl discrimination,and create awareness among the people that girls have equal potential to run family business and to give holy fire to dead parents you need not be son.
I urge you to create as much awareness as possible to increase our sex ratio from 927 per 1000 so as to have this most sensible,responsible species to live to its fullest.
Sometimes you meet with those people who may not have any blood relations with you but they become more important, more adorable than your other near & dear ones. I always imagined my girlfriend to be a homely girl, typically traditional & one who can take care of my family.
A dream may come true only when you need it rather than when you want it. For me, that was what I wanted but I now realise that what i needed was you .I think we generally don’t agree at any point but still we have many things in common, like, we both are sweet natured creatures who can be easily fooled by other people emotionally (emotional fools), we both give more importance to the person who have more brains than the one having money. we have a friendly nature but still from the inner core of our heart we still feel alone. We both want to have a good career but are still not able to figure out to do that. We both are slim , tender , fair, short heighted, innocent beings.
Though we have fought a lot in these last few months,but even after fights when i use to remember you,i remember your giggling and innocent face rather than your shrew one.I just cant think of you not in my life.I think my life has been completed by you.You made my life successfull in every aspect.You ARE the one with which i feel myself protected & cared.
At the end i will try to write a poem for you again,
Some say its infatuation,some say it lust.
Its also called need,some may even call it to be must.
The system goes well,with one adam & eve,though eves are less with lesser on stake.
Darwin’s survival of fittest applies,the fittest gets the curviest of all.
For the person who are rarely appreciated,its the tough job,
Rather he should go for some other jobs!!!!
Intro starts from the physics and ends on biology,
But they still apply the laws of force and constrained motion.
Each day getting to the coaching as early as possible,
Battling with the notes as soon as the other enters.
Trying to solve the problem parallel with his own love equation.
Just in case the eyes meet,the respone limits to the speechless affirmation to wait after classes.
While the teacher is engrossed in teaching,they wanted to have some real application.
AS the class ended,the guy collects his stuff as if he had been asked to stay after class.
Eve tries to bid good bye to her so called friends,just to catch adam.
Other student ,though single but knew the basic rules of relationship & friendship.
You have to be at the place where your friend is proposing his girl friend.
Amongst the all odds,adam says
“i may not deserve you,
I may not be the bestest of men on this planet.
I may not fullfill all our materialistic needs.
But
I promise you that whenever you need a person who can stand with you even in the toughest of times ,you will always find me on your side.
I will make sure that i love you so much that you may even forget yourself.”
Slap!slap!slap!
On this eve says.u r an ass hole.
U suck.u sulkish creature,
Have you ever seen a girl waiting for a guy after the class,
Saying bye to friends living next to my house.
It was my destiny to have a dumb bf like you.
But,
Still i say yes as only the two faces of coin stay together forever.
