Let my INK SPLASH

The tyre is admiring every dirt it has to embrace and thus contributes a lot to my journey. 'CEAT' is the brand, the tag it is so proud to have. So proud that it doesn't cares for the lives of some creatures crossing the road. But, the controller (that's me) is equally responsible for the dirty work that is not noticed ever on a ride. What he cares for, is how deep he feels the slaps of air on his cheeks.


To go on a ride to Rihand Dam is always a fun and to do that secretly adds more to your happiness (but do take care of the petrol level in the tank). Since most of the time beseeching Paa for a long bike ride drops me in trouble (the rebukes that my ears have to swallow), its better I take some tough decisions on my pleadings. So, maintaining the decorum of my pleadings I took my father's bike without his permission (don't frown on that, it's my 3rd time). By spending Rs 50 for bike's food I settled my mind's worries of maintaining the petrol level when I park it back in garage. Black jacket, blue jeans, 'action' shoes was enough to carry on my body. So all set, I gave my longing a shot and with keys in my hand, told Maa that I am going to library (a constituent of hindalco's assets).


Thus, accelerator in my right palm and foot on gear lever, my bottom rests happily on black seat of my father's Hero Honda CD100ss (note "my father's", mine still to come, maybe after 2 years...) and my eyes enjoying the movement of tyres. To ride fast is to feel the real thrill but to ride slow will gift real details of nature around you. Hence, I kept shuffling speedometer's needle to enjoy both. Procuring my DL in summer vacation was a nice decision as it keeps my heart elated when police officials give suspicious looks at certain checkpoints. The roads to the dam has got many curves which allows you to test your driving skills (maybe a little bit) often. Moreover, it does gifts you straight paths to feel the SPEED amidst danger boards yelling at corners "STEEP CURVE AHEAD. GO SLOW!” But I was disappointed to see the closed gates of the dam. Last time, when around 4 of them were opened, the place gathered lots of local tourists for the scene. I was also a part of it and I remember standing in front of Bajaj Super with Paa holding the ride controls of the scooter. However, now I stand all alone near the fence, watching the cold water making its way & caressing the bottom of small ridges near the shore. The moving air, so cold, reminds me of my mother's warning: "Your cap should be on head or else you'll count each slap for each of your sneezes!” (haaa... the same old one). Sun is upright and 'time to return' signal from my watch. Sometimes to be just by your lonesome is delightful.


(No more sentiments) The return trip will mainly keep you climbing a steady sheer cliff with big loaded trucks, coming in your way, hampering the ride delight. But I broke the rules, of taking bike from home, to give meaning to one phrase: "RACING DNA UNLEASHED"; so with a little more twist on the throttle I justified the 3 words (although I am riding CD100ss...) Way back to home I paid attention to NCHS (my first school, studied their till 5th grade) which was followed by ABPS (the last study centre, of mine, in Renukoot).


All right! I do agree that Renukoot lacks good shopping cum entertainment structures (an important city parameter) but that is to be felt proud of. The people show off their profiles 'within limits' (especially the girls), society still keeps the religion related myths alive, no stage for criminals to perform some dirty shows, school students (well and 'full' dressed) only focus on studies (co-curricular activities included), pollution devil remains hidden (mostly) and less overhead transmission lines- sky is free to fly colourful kites :).


Returned to garage, engine switched off, dirt removed and tank well polished- phewww... my apathy is happy now. 
"Son, you took a long time today in library..." (Father’s eyes on me) "Emmm... was ruminating on an article in TIME magazine, really...it was interesting. A flashback of the decade- a nice issue to read." my wise reply (I did feel some wisdom inside me after saying that). The wide eyes back on TV as I hurried in the bedroom to roost a little.

(hmmm... well don't expect this one a literature work, it's something I wrote in willy-nilly. I hope you will not leave it unread)


"And there goes my F-16 puking a missile at a pak chopper..." then- "shoooooooooon... (What? it’s the noise of the air gushing thru my jet's wings) Oh no! I am hit, I am hit! Mayday! Mayday! O God Dam hit!"


Waa what a dream to complete my night course but sorry for not mentioning the end. Well for that you should ask my mother cos when I woke up I found Maa tapping my head as the wall-clock was reading almost 8:00 am (so I did not crash-that points to a soothing end). Shit! I really hate to wake up late in the morning but that bright star (the sun) laughs daily at me, smirking at the scolding I am gifted with often. But then I doubt, as to what makes it vital for me to open my eyes so early or, in brief, why should I be concerned about that bright star's grin at all? Hmmm... As usual Maa was a better option to ask for an answer (instead of disturbing my mind). Ahhh... and guess what Maa said to it: "because you should adopt good habits dear...” Now what kind of reason is 'GOOD HABITS'? All those that hostel life sucks out of me, more or less like a 'dementor', or those that I crushed after finding myself free from 'life after class 12' preparations? Obviously I did not reveal my mind thoughts in front of Maa. (You can say: to save my tasty breakfast :D)


So, finally I decided to turn over a new leaf (I can't bear the unhealthy lifestyle as a mentor during my holidays). Getting up at 6:00 am is a better option to hold, to run a little in dense fog, to watch a cow caressing her child, to hear early chanting of mantras in nearby temples and yes-to give a bright smile to the rising sun :). And the harsh part is to face the truth: going to attend college from 2nd Jan, going to surrender my soul to a lazy life again, and going to nurture the counter-GOOD HABITS soon.

I saw the water-drops, crawling
down the panes of window
and I guess it was raining,
like tears shed from the eyes of a widow.


Dogs were barking out on the road,
it was merely the dark silence everywhere that glowed.
But, moon felt proud
as it raged against a cloud.


Have you seen a bat ?
Well, they were sprinting out there;
and the angry wind was howling,
describing itself bizarre.


The clock ticked and tucked
asking me to give
the FIEND SILENCE a hug.


The warmth that I got, out of it,
scorched my healthy skin.
My arm chair propped up in time
thereby helping me
to lean.


I called a search,
for the thought that was
disturbing me.
But was hard to trap it, as it was
dangling around like a bee.


Was petrified and terrified
by the sounds I heard.
It were rather my friends' memories
who were coaxing me to give
them a Rebirth.


So they were the ones
who made me fear
and freaky.
I was delighted to know,
that it was so tricky.


My college vaccctions were ON,
a cause of my drop at the house,
and the masti time, all gone
like separation occuring between
two spouse.


Well I enjoyed
the taste
and the love,
I got at home.
But soon the monotony,
the bitter one,
had grown.


I remembered
how we used to study late
in the night
after having, in our canteen,
a delicious bite.


I admired the thoughts,
which were speaking of my dance.
That I used to did,
on some birthdays, by chance.


Only this much ?
Oh no !
Without having any shame
my thoughts told me
more :


How we cheated the studious ones
by photocopying their notes
and then studying just before the exams
to achieve our goals.
Only in our underwear
the way we marched
in the night
and then under the water shower
called a beautiful fight.


How we hooted in the class
on the girls with our bad intents
but only on the ones who were smart
as they slog to pretend.
And the way we played Counter-Strike
with our minds trapped in craze
abusing the opponents
in the most hideous ways.


So 'the thought' painted a smile
on my face,
and my body fainted for a while
& dropped on the bed
with a grace.


In this way my mind
won the dark night
and I, on the bed, tried to
sleep with all might.


Next day, my mother asked me
"Son, is their any problem inside ?"
to which I, politely, replied, "Nothing maa, I merely had A Missing Night."

So, the trauma ends. The 12th board exams are over ! Now what ?

Well the topic squeaks all. Now most of you would now grope your way towards a good college or rather your dream col. Yes, it is this time only when you come to recognize about your indecisive behaviour. Doesn't matter, it happens with most of us. Whilst most of the competetive exams have got over (at least the leading ones) the parents along with their 12pass outs must now be trying to reveal the veritable truth about the cols in which they want their siblings to study.

Although, Amir Khan initiated, rather succeeded to speak fervently, through his two films, 'The 3 Idiots' & 'Taare Zameen Par' , the genuine truth : 'Study what YOU want', 'Crave for the knowledge that can give life to YOUR DREAM'; but its effect was not protracted.

Why ? Well i think it is well answered by most of the indian students. Most of us are still buried deep in the ground disguised by the weight of the MONUMENT named 'The Indian Education System'. Most of us ('Most' not 'All') do what our parents have decided for us (dont take in a negative sense). I only suggest to please stop whimpering. These factors are crucial when one thinks for a carrier of his/her dream.

This blog is just an attempt to make the pass outs realise that their vision of future is vital and to guide a student, in a broad sense, to clear the doubts of most who are gonna enrol for admissions in the NITs, IITs and other leading institutes in this field. Be free to ask. Infact, despite so many suggestions (given by the elders who surround us), the travesty still overlooks all the latter points. What i can attempt for is to just tell you, if your decision to go for a branch in a particular col, will provide you what you have desired for, then you must head towards it, no matter what the world says.

Please, Please, Please, try to look upon your interest, try to foresee the outcome with which you'll stand after your graduation. The bizarre environment that I see is that most of the freshers just take a col/a branch by merely calculating precisely the return they are gonna get after 4 or 5yrs of their father's investment.

C'mon yaar, be sensible. How can you live a life for only MONEY. This is really miraculous, rather a mirthful decision, which most of the freshers are undertaking. Try to see the narrow slice of happiness, beyod money, which you'll get by DOING WHAT YOU WANT.