Let my INK SPLASH

J turned into a L for a good period of time for me. Yes life is full of difficulties and this is best realised in practical sense when a student has to write the answer sheets. The requisite required to hold the question papers with confidence- drop out all your masti hours long before, pay good attention in class and ask your eyes not to wander around while studying. But are these so easy to procure??? Well, with computer games on my finger tips, with cricket and IPL matches on the go, with an 'always ready to go' on a tour to civil lines- it does not seem so 'easy'. The teachers leave no stones unturned to blow away the jovial self of me whose traces I try to hide beneath them. Assignments, tests and hangouts with chums now scheduled in laboratories instead of college canteen gift nothing else but Goosebumps.

It's of no use, for now, to contemplate and dig out the faults that lie in Indian Education System. But, asking my mind to stop creating various possibilities to skip the studies doesn't serve any purpose to the money my parents are investing. So I have to inflict the pain and stress and plead God to strengthen me for the BIG FIGHT. 'Change is Good', heard about that? But a change sucking the happines from inside, calling for the chats to shift from your friends to the immortal books, imposing fear of bad grades- not good from any angle. This change only keeps my pulses buried deep in worries married with tensions. For all the abysmal efforts that a student puts into, he should be tapped fully in the end even though he might not be holding a seat on the cliff.

Have to hibernate for some time amidst the stupid courses.

There was he?

Don't know if

he'll become a child prodigy.

New arms to swing all around

with big eyes and a cute face

his presence only profound.

He takes his thumb

all in his mouth;

his groans and laugh

are also in the list,

which makes his mother

feel so proud. J

He looked at me often,

I think was trying to converse

thumped his fist

and bent his leg

but I didn't give his attention

any shed.

And then he

took his most expensive weapon

with which he

roams around all over

like holding the Olympic beacon.

It was his laugh

a very sweet,

but a shrieking one though

although there were no teethes

but it was all enough

to attract any mob.

Finally, I had to give up

for the innocence

he posed in his profile

so took my arm close to his

to perform a shake hand.

I chuckled then

not like him, obviously,

but poked his fluffy cheeks

very nicely.

All above is only the gist

& it will take lot more pages

to write about him, who is for the world

‘A New Gift’.

                It was 9:40 pm, paa on bed and maa sitting beside me on the armchair taking the dinner. We all were watching ‘Desh k Dhurandar’ a show at NDTV India. The show was trying to probe into the lives of the famous Indian cricketers- Sachin, Yuvraj, Dhoni etc. Basically the ambition was to forecast the zoom in version of the piercing pebbles that were laid on the path to success of these cricket heroes. From the way they looked in their diapers to the way they look holding the golden cup in their powerful hands- the reporters prepared a whole bunch well to shake the young Indian youths.

A perfect documentary presenting a museum of pictures, Dhoni hitting a six as Sachin lifting his bat high in the air- all enough to paint a smile on every Indian’s face. The show offered a gist of biographies of all 3 of them. The way their talent erupted and well fed from the initial stage- all with the help of relatives and yes their magic wand: a cricket bat. It was an inspiring story session that every Indian boy, who love cricket in any form, wants to be in.

The show then threw some light on their ground realities bringing out what Sachin dreamt about and how he is breathing cricket every second since his childhood days. And it was then when my father asked me “Gaurav beta, what you dream about?” with a smile on his face and lots of expectation gleaming in his eyes. Although my eyes met his for a fraction of second but that was enough to feel the blaze. That was all enough to remind me that I have to be mature now and have to accomplish what I don’t look at. That I am growing up, that I shouldn’t waste time anymore, that now I should breathe my goal.

Such moments force you to ponder in length and they help you to be on the right side of the court too. They are not to bring tears in your eyes but they are to poke you so that you stop dreaming, so that you can trigger your actions well before time to achieve those dreams and so that you wake up to run amidst the realms.

I smiled coyly but tried to talk to him by telepathy, to assure him, to say just one thing-

“I will DAD, I will...”

                Don’t worry, am not writing any news over here to hold your heart beats, but I am sure the same banner does shoot every second, now and then, on your TV screen. Sometimes the effect is from back to front or they shoot it at the bottom. In fact at moments the two words dominate the whole screen even.

This magic tool is just one amidst the numerous others, which aim at making the current news market more & more exaggerated in terms of looks. No one cares about the contents of their shop and all of them sprint in the race to be the best, merely forecasting the whereabouts of their shops. Gone are the days of news on DD-National, a quick 30 mins review of the nation’s health, more delightful. To the point and to speak in brief was the goal of our older news versions. And now the new comers barely have some brain to focus upon proving themselves to be a total waste of space. India wins the World Cup and every newsroom file bundles to publish in the context. It looks like the reporters get a leave for 2-3 days on such occasions and such interesting answers they supply to us to the most ‘important ‘ queries:

“India ka World Cup jeetna aapke lie kitna maaene rakhta hai?”

‘Important ‘ queries, aren’t they? May be not for us, but the common mass to whom they are put for, yes they are for it’s the only platform where a common face can show itself without any efforts on the TV. I must say the best explanation of a situation is well described by the reporters at such mega headlines only.

I wish their sensibility can feedback to their selves then and there to make them sensible. I don’t say the winning moment is not of any worth but in the row other parts of the nation are crying too and that’s what a news channel should bring in focus. Even the VIPs can’t sleep quietly-

God! And in the same way the successive days witness headlines with no roots and no wings-

“Breaking News: Dhoni abhi abho apne ghar pahunche hain...”

‘World Cup’ is not the only issue, which is made fun of with all above craps, it is just a little current one where I saw the blathering as above.

I am sure my most elders miss the same old DD-National half an hour news without any nonsense interruptions and without any advertisements whereas now-a-days the rubbish adds overshadow the major portions. I only wish the news media grows more discernibly.