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India's Road to Development


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My recent visit to Singapore has forced upon me the task to often ponder about the differences my country has and the reasons behind them. The bounds vary from the tenable drainage cum rain water harvesting system to the soaring skylines. I feel highly elated about the management paradigm here, glossed with the feeling of self-responsibility on every citizen but equally unpleasant are the thoughts of ephemeral motivations of developing India alike that arise in us from time-to-time.

I've had this discussion, recently, with some Indians over here, but was let down to confront their no-possible-way-thinking outlook. The organized living sense is highly delusive while living out of India, but then why do people doubt to bring it back to home as well? In fact, in contemporary times I met Indians (including you) who know about the problem and the overall structural growth of it, from bottom to top level, but are reluctant to recognize that they are the real saviors. "How and when did this happen?" should hold less concern, but more concerning is the transition phase of the Indian mindset for savoring
the brain-drain epidemic sought by the ones around us. We literally gave in to the ground reality of grass-root development, on several communal aspects, which solely looked upon us for a reconnaissance. But then it would be good to cite a very righteous point mentioned by one of them regarding working as a responsible global citizen and thus not considering one’s bound for development of India per se. However since I'm more concerned about India, I'll talk about the vitality of my hypothesis of asking them to consider the thought of returning something back for their nation.

Let's setup a stage: You are the protagonist in this play. You get out of India to learn something (your MS or undergrad, say). Now that you've been brought up in an open-mindset environment, you are well verse to discuss and have your own views on topics that are both- glory/blemishes on Indian evolution. You criticize the overall functioning of the government and the bureaucrats involved in the play. On a certain level, you are highly educated to highlight the flaws in the adopted model of development and even have your own better version to manipulate it for benign purposes. In a parallel universe the Indian bureaucrat (IAS/IES officer, if that comes to your mind) didn't get the privilege of growing up in a more developed fashion. The lad struggled throughout the childhood, somehow cleared the exam, is certified to have all the academic insights to handle the expansion of the society around him, but the academia fails to fill the void of moral virtues, or open-mindedness thinking, and so one often falls prey to the bribery-coated revenue mechanism, which eventually propagates a new wave of corruption to blend with the other existing ones. The closed-box upbringing of the lad reinforces the taboo nature which is quite hard to break at a later stage. But that's surely not with you. In the end, the-going-to-be NRIs end up blaming India equivocally for all the mistakes they can highlight without reckoning themselves as one of the accomplice.

Now surely, why would one consider of coming back to India and getting involved in the services not ever known to oneself as the one already spent large span of his/her life (mostly) pursuing 'scientific research'? Good point. Now all the problems hindering India's progress can be linked to the Indian Education System as the root cause. The Indian industrial system is primarily involved in the service oriented growth and hardly caters the research oriented need of the nation. This, further, led to the deprivation of the quality of education provided in most of the Indian institutes. The cyclic nature of events, which is profit driven solely, motivated the institutes to grow at an immeasurable rate but discarding the qualitative nature of it. The only aim of these institutes turned into providing better employees for the service oriented market in a fast pace manner, which finally ended up in the collateral damage. This backfired in the society too affecting the thinking of the parents, who now only dream of their child getting a high-paid job irrespective of the 'work' one will be getting into. The research-oriented mindset, if found to be evolving in a child, is perished on first sight.
The crucial role that you can play here is to come up with the most enthralling idea (optimism is good), in the field that you have already put your research mindset for such a long time, and get on with a start-up industry in India itself. Now why this has to be done only by you? The reason is- the already existing bigwigs like Microsoft, Google or Facebook won't consider to invest in research oriented incubators in an Indian institute, be it IIT itself because for the same amount of investment they would get better result from MIT, Stanford and numerous others in the proximity of their home grounds. So, here comes your role of instigating the initiative of inspiring the Indian academia to turn its perspective towards education. The cyclic nature of the scenario:


  has two doors to break in. If you think yourself capable enough, with the skills required for making an impact on the thinking of the society, go into the service to affect them. On the other hand, if this seems too irrational to you given the huge amount of time you invested while studying or during your research, break the industrial deadlock by a 'big-idea' backfiring the communal thought of not-asking kids to be research oriented.
And ever in the way of bringing this change if the thought, "What affect I can bring in all alone?” arises then revive with this quote:
  "Always bear in mind that your own resolution is more important than any other" by Abraham Lincoln

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ROCKSTARs ke beech mein


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From hurrays to high fives, from winks to smirks and from ‘fist-pumps’ to the ‘jumps-in-air’, the complete package well awaits you in the jungle. You cringe often under the trees watching them enviously. And why don’t you have the fruits if you can stand well beneath the same trees is a question you have to answer on your own.


Seriously! To turn into an artifact out of nowhere you have to dig a hole, often, to drop yourself in and then shout with a smiling gesture “Help as I fall!” Somewhere someone will definitely look at 
you and in amazement would signal the world, which might make you say “Yes, I am...I am here”. It’s a habit nowadays of mine to sit calmly for moments to pass on while I take notes in mind about the differences to be abridged. You focus hard, keep your eyes wide open, ears straightened up but still you are not the first one to raise your hands while one rises amidst the crowd. For you, it mere resembles a finger in the air right on your intellectual growth but later, on way back to your den, a thought of revenge will ascend. An inner voice will shout “Hey moron! lost another fight?” For how many times does one has to ponder, “What the hell does it will take to beat them?” No one knows, but all one can succumb to is keep striving for it. No matter what it takes or what it might ask later, you have to twist the rope strong enough to secrete the demerits that still lie in you. Every day will demand a one more extra mile walk from you and you have to give in, for this is what may turn into the ‘intel-inside’ quality to you. I feel sometimes walking away from this nasty jungle for a ‘14 saal ka Vanvaas’ but am pretty sure that won’t help in present scenario. Mainly because all that awaits amid the mountains are dirty greenhouse wastes, which surely owns abominable high contrast to what it might have been when Lord Ram went for the expedition.




So how should I survive this hell? In the same way as everyone else holds the ubiquitous belief, Work Hard and Hard and Hard and... The history of India must be appreciating the brainy architects who build the pillars of excellence, but does it care about the Low quality minds  who would have stood nearby watching its creation? At least history of my life appraises both the grades of minds, rather I prefer to be with the lower grades more as they don’t care about the finger at all. But, I succumbed often to bullying by high quality brains. Only dark blots in my past memories. Albeit, had it not occurred with me, my courageous genie would still lay asleep somewhere in the corner of my head. Now I prefer to believe more in me and other victims alike. I do not wish to turn into one of them, but yes I do wish to turn them to one of us.

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Hum hain chaupat RAJA


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                Avinash shouted back on me for what I advocated then, breaking the quietude air amidst us. "Abe yahi sach hai yaar, why are you getting so patriotic?" good part of me replied to placate him.

It wasn't for the first time we lighted the fire between us on a social issue. Living with a 'jaagruk' roomy often makes it possible. Yet, this time it was me with some concrete statements to throw at him. Let me tell you, you are a part of 3rd Largest Educational System of the World. Did I hold you in awe? For the record, this is true and was well highlighted in a daily newspaper. Yes, we hold the third standing position on the stage with China and the United Sates joining us in the line ahead. However, the elusive top isn't strong enough to fade the irony that we educate only half as many people from the university age group as China does. You must have heard about the 'Times Higher Education' current 2011 polls, those which question of mere existence of quality education on Indian grounds. Yeah! you can for a while feel proud and condemn me boasting about the ranks of IIMs, IITs among top 100s of the world but to rectify your notes those stats are rusted. It was long before in 2005 and 2006. No Indian name was tagged below the huge figure 500 in 2011 by the same body of London. So let your pride rest in your pocket. Moreover, the number of Noble Laureates that our nation has seen so far is like a drop in the sea for such a large Educational System.
 
                I made Avinash finally silent and I can even make you stumble. The report of National Association of Software and Services Companies lists 85% graduates of general education and 75% of Technical Education unfit for employment. Haha... puzzled to fathom how much are you suitable for a job? If not, you will in the near future. The lack of numerous single university systems has lead us this way and we have gone so far that even chest-beating cries of the Indian students now won't even touch the eardrums of our 'Educated Netaas'. Can anyone find a reset button so that we can refresh and restore the quiescent system? It doesn't need a committee of experienced old minds to understand what ails our current educational system. The answer is well known but big enough to swallow for the bureaucrats; those who run the money-engines for our corrupt netaas. Secure a respectable score of 93% in board exams and you will find yourself eligible for the Ivy College of US but you will be ditched by the Delhi University. Yes, we can be proud of our quantity but have to keep our heads down while defining the quality.

                What's even more perturbing is how we are bound to rag pick whatever is being thrown by our Gurus. No 3 idiot team must have been able to make them see the corrosion they are reinforcing. Certainly, there are roadblocks to deal with but it is a professor who can only guide a student through them. What we are left with is directions to steer our life clear of innovations or otherwise we will be holding big zeroes in exams. There's no-one to cure us, the victims of Indian Educational System, who are taught 'to be an employee' rather than 'to be an employer'. 

                The time waits to see an Anna rising for it and I'll pray for the same. Till then keep the tag tight on your forehead: "Hum hain chaupat RAJA"


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PRAYAAS- the word I forgot...


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 In our high spirits we all were there, with some exceptions (but obvious) questioning in the air “When’ll this end???” Calming the mass in front while making arrangements behind the scene were the group of intellectuals whom I now salute for what they talked about to us.


“PRAYAAS”- a word which we heard of for the first time in a way that did mobilised our tensions regarding ‘the world’ and forced to pick up just one thought – PRAYAAS. Introducing you to the mob I present: THE INTELECTUALS as the seniors and THE SPIRITS GENES as the juniors (the latter describes my class). A highly elated being is what I will add to describe me in addition to what has been put so far. We, the 2nd year, were gathered in a lecture hall of our college to make us know of an organisation that describes HELP far better than LOVE. Gleaming eyes of a small child, A ‘no book’ life, Smile of slums- all was placed for the meal and my mind did take all of it in one piece. And the result was gleaming eyes of a big child with a great ‘book life’ smiling in an air-conditioned lecture hall. Yes, I was elated and felt myself as to be the happiest person breathing in there. The enthu was worthy for a clap and respecting it I raised my hands to volunteer myself for the noble cause.



In a day or two the concept was well clear for I was all set to go and apply it. Joined by me were some of the SPIRIT GENES, all with one aim- PRAYAAS. Under the guidance of our seniors we started teaching in the classes to the small children of nearby villages. It asked for picking up the nursery books back again, not to refresh our old childhood memories but to teach ‘The Little Indians.’ Challenge me and you will lose for I have seen the most unstable energy on the planet earth. And teaching them the values of behaviour is what I call playing with dangerous sparksJ. From mathematics’ tables to Panchtantra tales, from ABCDE... in English to A AA E EE in Hindi - it was all prestigious to write on the black-board with white-chalk in hand. And above all, one can feel his feet in air when one is greeted with respectful phrases ‘Good Evening Sir!’


“Abe ek din me EK ghanta to koi bhi de sakta h yaar, hum karenge prayaas”- all words true in all respects and was spoken by me at times when ‘the enthu’ was still in action. Following the time after lab was an hour to be in a mission. A mission to teach as many as I can, a mission to laugh with small genius kids- that was what I defined my refreshment after hectic daily college schedule. Delightful, isn’t it??? I only wish if I could have kept it that ‘delightful’ for long. Sooner the dawn started losing its strength to defeat the dark. The daily time schedules appeared corroding ‘the enthu’ and the rusting process made it- A mission to make the statement “abe ek din...” worthy in front of my friends.


Thus the title speaks for itself. However, amidst the traitors were some who kept the sunshine of the dawn still bright, enough to curb the upcoming darkness. Slogging hard to keep the wheel moving they took the ONE HOUR worthwhile. (And loggerheads like me gave birth to excuses for not turning up, when the kids needed it most. L )
So with enormous respect I describe the most indispensable 'some' in front of you: APAR and ABHINAV. The eagerness to bring a change in life of the little students did remain alive in them and that’s what leads to a successful end of another tenure. A grand celebration, formally called the Foundation Day of Prayaas, marked the end amidst the presence of our two most important seniors: Ravi Chandra and Mahesh sir. From building dancing steps, shaking the small stage, to the debuting little singers, it was all a mesmerizing moment to live in. Above all the most exciting time was to see the little aces bagging academic prizes from our G.C Nandi Sir. Hereby I leave you all with some of the clicks of the precious moments...






The two Altruists- Abhinav and Apar




Our Vital Leaders: Mahesh and Ravi Sir


Step Up


The Nightingales  



Sparks UNSEEN 


The Clan

To know what PRAYAAS is all about I leave you with the introduction video. If this lifts your emotions then please do not ever let them sit down back again. You may be sitting far away but a helping hand in any form will only lead to the growth of several ‘Kalaams of India’. Teach and preach the word PRAYAAS                                                                                                                                                                                                                          
                 
  




"Bhaago mat duniya ko badlo,
 mat bhaago duniyaa ko badlo.
 Kal bhi tumhaara tha,
 kal bhi tumhaara hai,
 apne tum baaju kaslo"

(To know more about the foundation head on to the Facebook Page.)


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What a Gadget says...


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 (Flashback) Drowned in a trance I can feel the bliss around me. Room’s fan not working in the scorching heat and yet my testy profile is calm. Eyes are closed but the darkness is eloquent to delineate my need. Fingers tapping as fast as they can and eyes frozen in amazement for the picture in front; or my ears diluted with the jazz, rock, pop and other music flavours- it’s all part of the dream I used to see then and there.
                         Well the trance was located on a wooden chair, to be precise, inside my mind. And although the sun-torture period had passed, the sweat capable heat was still reluctant to leave Allahabad. I can remember those moments in which I left myself for my assortment of dreams inside the hostel room. Jealous enough of all those around me but still with a controlled temperament, I never uttered about it to them. My friends had brought a teenager’s most awaited gadget of life- their new laptops, all equipped with stylish colours and boasting specs. The rounds that I used to take in the corridors were skilled enough to poke me hard in my stomach as I used to watch them busy with their cool gadgets. “Sigh!” was all that I puked in those days. But the desire, the dream was still alive and all dancing in front of me every second. (Flashback)

The nostalgia is still so fresh that I had to mention about it before proceeding into the realms of the underlined topic. I never had a gadget since my childhood days of my own. The first one that came to our home was a mobile phone- Nokia 2600. It was a lot cool for me to play with but not cool enough to have my attention for long. Finally when I stepped in the college I was able to emerge from the disciplined confines of a school and it was then I was the owner of my first gadget- Nokia 3110c (...still in love with me). But the changes tuning my lifestyle were bold enough to make me yearn for my next one- a laptop. Needs??? Yes, there were numerous for going to the next one- starting with studies on the horizon and 3D games in the sky the list is still being fed in the present. My father was appeasing enough to fulfil my longings but I wanted to make this one special. He offered me to buy one during the 1st year but everything you get just for granted doesn’t fulfil your lust, isn’t it? I picked the ‘road less travelled’ method and decided to study hard enough to procure the merit scholarship to buy one myself. The farrago of thoughts were deep enough to shatter my faith in the course of preparation but still I kept  working on the posts and the pillars of my dream.

The results were out and my hard work paid off for me. Frayed enough by the time of preparation my mind was now ready to live in leisure. “Yes I am gonna be an owner of my first lappi J”- smile were all the way on my face then. The number of competitors had grown considerably and as a result there stood a pronounced gap between performance and style. With branded names laid huge price tags rendering only doubts and little sorrow for picking the right choice. Simplicity at its best and descriptive tersely-“Beautifully Intelligent” was sure enough my taste during the tech search although to find one falling in the row was tough. You can’t just pick any rank in the chosen price line; you’ll surely seek all the gaps to look for the one that makes you say “awesomeness redefinedJ”.

I won’t blurt but my enigma did receive shock when I heard about the new ranges of Dell Inspiron Laptops. They had updated the looks a little earlier by that time but the new update luckily came quite fast and worthy enough to develop love for. It was like a resonating image of mine whispering in my ears “Improve yourself in every way you can, never imagining that their lives a hindrance” and its reflection I found in the new Dell Ispiron series. So it blocked my search and got me released from the tiring doubts. Finally a call was made and in a week I saw myself as a proud owner of Dell Inspiron N4010. It’s not at all boastful but yet rendering all and everything I want. Be it writing my   E-diary entries or testing new linux distros; from acting as a US soldier in COD- Black Ops to chatting for numerous hours on online social network- the gadget is now a part of my life. The thoughts that lure my imagination now can be tested with it, the art that fanaticises my rough paper now find enough room to rest peacefully with Photoshop. Now I have my lappi and it lives with my traits. Going for the black colour is questionable but being simple is lot more inspiring, isn’t it? And that suffices enough my choice J



Baahhh L but the new upgrade that has been done in the looks is lot more erratic to drool on. It will surely coerce one’s sanity if he/she thinks of another brand in the same range. Yes I do envy anyone holding it, for now the simplicity of black colour has been superseded with hope to progress forward. And change is always better to go for, as they say                       Experience Change; after all to live happily with your own gadget is an unguarded moment to be in. In life their lies scales of interests one wanna pursue and it’s a gadget, most of the time, of them that helps to embrace the same. Everyone sees a big picture and wants to make it even bigger and I am not devoid of the same. ‘My Lappi’ makes me belief that the big-change is easy to go for, that I will be the movement one day and not a mere moving person.


I wrote in such a long length for this is how I remember my lappi when I am away from it. Go on and look deep for your love in your gadget. The above blogpost is to decribe Change IS Easy, a contest by IndiBlogger. Here’s the link if you think we share the same logo on our laptops:

DELL- Yours IS Here












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The Result


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(I puked all of this as soon as I got to know that my end semester result is waiting to ruin the ‘Happy Ending’ of my summer vacation. This word is so brutal that it even shatters your dreams into pieces during your sleep. I had to write all about it to relax myself. Is giving an exam not more than enough to test one’s altruistic features? I have to shatter every enjoyment that I can have before exam starts and now this result thing will tell the world how good I am. Why don’t they just promote everyone to the next stage of the game? I dream of curses and only curses for whosoever claimed this examination system in our studies. L )



It is always like an anvil dropped on your head, no mercy done in the punishment, you have to pay for whatever you have done so far. The only thing you are left with is PANIC, the never ending ‘agent of chaos’ that sucks away every space that the forthcoming heart beat was supposed to have L. Within a second the future is right in front of you- making your mind foresee every disaster that may happen in the unknowing happenings. A mere mention of this word drops you on the edge of the journey of  your life standing where you try to measure the depth of the fall that might stand as an option in the near future. Optimism loses its strength to retain the calmness within your heart and all you are left with is pessimistic blood which you pump in your veins.


The period starts since the childhood days when you are first told about it this word in a middle-school class. You may not give it even a penny-like thought then-and-there but deep inside your mind it starts to reshape with concrete roots. The hands of the clock ticks away and you enter in the reality-market where every shop demands for only one valuable thing of yours- 'RESULTS' before you are gifted with any sweets to relish. And then you are first acquainted with the word- PANIC. Even though your hands reunite now & then before your favorite God, that word would continue to consume yours left-over happy emotions. Sitting in a corner you'll count your mistakes:

                       

                          How many hours did I spend in watching T.V???
                          How many times did I organise a bunk???
                          How many hours did I on games???
                          ....................

 the length of the list doesn’t matter for you then and every breath is spend to demand for some praiseworthy after effects from God.



In India the first educational twist occurs during one's tenth board exams. You will almost plunge on hearing that result is about to be unveiled. For you it will be like the opening of your secret trunk bringing in picture the hidden realities of yours' in front of the so called competitive world. Your gully centuries will be questioned, which once made you proud as a cricketer. "Phewww" is the word that will surely be uttered when you enter successfully in the senior secondary hall (ready to face 11th and 12th class).


PCM and commerce are the traits to wear on thereafter, and no casuals  :( would be left to continue with. You will be forced to swallow the truth that they are now past. Heavy chains of hours of studies will be part of your daily life to carry with. You don't want to hold any contentions with your loved ones and so would continue to be a supporter of the followed social custom. Gleaming eyes within the house will grease your hard work for long time. In the end of this phase you'll meet the directors of your 'Life Movie'- The most renowned ones better known as COMPETITIVE EXAMS. But before you are signed for a good movie it's the Senior Secondary Hall where you have to stand as a protagonist amongst other actors. Hooting will be a part of the play; your loved ones will shout "Bravo! Bravo!" and you'll anyhow hold your feet firmly to the ground. It'll be the peak time where the word RESULT would even decide whether you will continue to breathe or not. Unfortunately as the play ends, some drops of bloods do fall on the stage (the suicides that several low lives commit after the announcement). Audience would be astonished to see that and the directors too but in the end "IT HAPPENS" is what they'll say.


The stars have been chosen and their names have been filed in the star cast list of some great movies like IIT, AIEEE, PMT, DU etc. etc. But still the devil word RESULT, as for me, remains attached with them. The spectators want a great show from all of them and it is this word RESULT that tells about their performance. Some actors enjoy the course and some continue to suffer. The only dream the latter group has- "My day will come....my day will come...."

So do drop in some comments about how you feel when you come to know that your RESULTS are gonna be declared??? I hope you don’t flinch as I do J




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The Royal Numbers- only goofs


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"Oh bhai! jara side hona...", he said taking the bald part of his head out of the car window. It was a black honda city I guess which rested somehow beneath his clumsy fat belly. I was near the Subhash Chauraha waiting for the college bus to get back to my hostel room. But going to civil lines always features some incident like the one above pouring more strength to the animosity in my mind. His request may be simple but was filled with lot of arrogance. He went off speeding amidst the traffic at the chauraha while I still stood with burning eyes there.

College weekends are the only days when we can give our feet the tatse other than the usual ones- classrooms and hostels. I am sure mine feels lot delightful while thumping on the marble floors in the PVR or inside the Big Bazar. Do the feet enjoy alone the treat? Ah! Not at all, my eyes too participate by focusing the pretty feminine charm those show up in large numbers especially on the weekends in the city. Allahabad has got nothing else except its history, the Sangam and Civil Lines to feel proud of and so the latter most is the best hub to watch the fashion show well displayed by the two genders of the society on the weekends. J Okay! I am done with the background; now let's proceed to the main part.

Hmmm...so I was there still waiting for my bus. 20mins still left making room for a little roam around beside the city busiest roads. The 'animosity'- what is it all about? Well it is about the pain that drops on my head like a big anvil every time when I find myself to be small. You see it is since I recognised that I belong to a middle class family. Now do not misinterpret it as if I am cursing my family background (be  with your common sense)! But, I curse every bigwig who poses him\herself to be a bigwig. I know the truth and the world around them know it too, that they are breathing in a high class environment with a car, with a bungalow and with etc. etc. but what to boast about? Don't they have brains to notice we all have the same 27% oxygen (don't go on figures) to live in? They do, but still they find it sensible, I don't know from which part, to behave like a moron in front of the society. Even you may feel like bribing them, for making them to speak to you most of the times, like their self speaks only to the high class. And whom do you consider the real butchers of our nation's language? Yes they top the list. Don't deny, you have the examples, don't you? "Oh shit! Honey it's so disgusting over here"- bloody morons. Walking on the road and taking the keen observant out of you will surely add some more examples for your diary. I have many of them; the space over here is not enough.

Honk honk! And here comes the bus to end this ruminating city road walk of mine. I can swallow that uncle but being modest I swallowed my anger. I wanna work hard in my studies (to be in my car one day) not to be one amongst them but definitely to set an example for those who lose their original self and roam around wearing the attitude, for those who roam around with Hindi language suffocating in their heavy pockets, for those who easily forget that they are still a human being.



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Exams- my mind jammed


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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.






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A New Gift


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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’.

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I Will Dad, I will...


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                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...”





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                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?”
“Aaap bataaaie aapne kaise ghar baith k Indian team ko motivate kia??”
“Is desh ki jeet ko aap kaise celebrate karengi?”

‘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.
“Aaap dekh sakte hain kis tarah log road pe pataake phod rahe hain to wahin kuch holi k rangon se apne khushi vyakt kar rahe hain”
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-
“Aaie dekhte hain Amitabh Bachan kya kehna chaahte hain desh ki is sabse badi jeet k bare me”

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.



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