Aging Treatment

People always worry about their past, present and even future. I wonder why they waste their energy in thinking about the outcome of those which has not yet happened, and about those which had already passed. Shouldn’t they utilize their energy utmost to enjoy the present, in which they live? Obvious answer comes, yes. These are al the philosophies being repeatedly said by wise people, in some way or other. I was wondering once about future of other people. Not mine! Here I list, whatever I could figure out about some of my dear colleagues:

The first name which comes to my notice is Boomerang theories Good Girl. A typical don character she plays nowadays. This reminds me about her old age resembling the “Grand Ma” in my colony, hearing whose steps we kids used to leave the playground silently and if caught, only god knew how much we and our parents were going to be scolded.

Any one can guess about the bright future of Mr. No Right. I guess his spects would become his most salient feature in his old days. Probably he may find his name in Guinness book of world records, for beating the thickness of Great Wall of China through his glass thickness. Ah! One more point to be noted, his PeeJays may catch quite good attention among his grandchildren, if he could find a more handsome lady than Aishwarya Rai.

Rapping Perfectionist is famous for his style of speaking, style of starting answers with “actually” and speaking out “Mr. Churchill”. Probably, he may lead a generation of his style. For the matter of fact, I am quite sure that his stories to his grandchildren would comprise of evolution of velociraptor and how could only one of the whole species survived 65 million years?

Thoughtful Misconception is a kind of human species, who thinks he is the most annoying guy on this planet by his PeeJays. What I could sense about his old age is that his grandchildren would definitely be able to make him whatever animal they like to see. After being tired from his service to the nation, he will be teaching his Shubhaasreewaad to his family.

What to say about Melodious Soumya. I think her grandchildren would also be calling her like this only. As it is common observation, that ladies in their old age become more involved in worshiping of god, so she would be pouring melody of bhajans for her lilliputians.

I still have hopes that Wild Bore will definitely learn by the time, exaggeration limit of the matters. Or, it may be otherwise that this limit would tend to infinity. In that case, his grandchildren would be listening in the Hindu mythological stories that Ram lived in “Dwapar Yug” and was alive in the “Treta Yug” to teach Krishna, that he has to kill Kansa. Histories may also include, saying he saw snow fall in his days at R.

Oops! This may be enough, because few more lines may lead to the blowing of Chocolaty blood. Bear with me please. I shall be back with some other exciting effects of aging treatment.

When the life fell short by 6 cm

Two years ago, a team came to RJB to enthrall us by their experiences and arouse a deep interest in me to join hands with them. The team was nothing else; rather it was our own Himalayan Explorers Club. The same year, I went on my first ever adventurous trip, on a trek to Tapovan, and was privileged to have a worth remembering and everlasting experience. Few days back, I was again with the team, on a trek to Kedartal, considered one of the toughest treks in Gadhwal region. I was quite excited with the dream of having another adventure, especially after having a look of Tal pictures on google. There flows the river Amarganga (actually a part of river Ganga only), and lies a lake, especially famous for Brahm-kamal.

Monday night, just after the test series got over, the team was being ready to conquer the Brahmkamal, and Tuesday morning we finally departed from R. Scheduled time of departure was 5 AM and the late comer was ME, who rarely gets late for the class. It was around 8:30, when our taxi finally left Hrishikesh, for Uttarkaashi. On the wavy roads of hilly areas, everyone remains quite sure about the exercise of his own intestinal system, and if looses control, nobody can guess what can be felt inside the belly remaining. The same happened with one of the team member. So, team took its first stop at Uttarkaashi, at Mr. Trek leader’s maternal uncle’s place. There, we heard the news of three Russian trekkers being lost their way and about the expected storms. The night before, heavy snow fall was there at Kedartal. Listening to this news, my body shivered as I imagined the thrill of walking in the snowfall. A feeling of regret came in my mind for a while, as if I loose the grip or if my feet slipped over the ice. Certainly, I was going to loose my life in those circumstances. Somehow, I tried to restore my courage. At 8 in the morning we left Uttarkaashi for Gangotri, the starting point of the trek and we reached there in the midday. We had lunch there, hired a guide and then, at around 3 pm, we marched towards the pathway. From the news we heard, now, we were quite sure to face the bad mood of weather. For this very reason, forest department forced us to take back our step. But, after all they were also Indian officials, and it was quite easy to settle them few green colored pieces of papers. The incident took around half an hour to be resolved and our feet began to walk on the pathway at 3:30 pm. Start off path was highly inclined and few of us, including me, felt muscle cramp in this path only. Our steps became slower, which was giving the indication that we are going to be late to our camping place. If night falls on before we reach the camping spot, and we encounter any wild species, we were quite sure to loose the battle. On the way further, I started losing my breath, and it became difficult for me to walk with the 15 kg sack. Thanks a lot to my friends who took the sack from me and let me walk easily. It was around 5:30 pm, and light snow started falling. My heart pounded, as I imagined that I am going to be frozen to death under this snow, if it continued. We crossed the day dawn under snow, falling on us, wiping our faces to make breathing easy. The most fearful moment finally arrived. It became dark at around 6 pm and we had only 3 torches with us. Nine people had to walk under the light of three torches. I can’t remember exactly how many times I remembered god, to help us to cross the path safely. Rather everyone would have done the same. We were still far away around an hour distance from our camping spot. We kept on walking with the torch light. Around half an hour past, we encountered a natural channel, where we could not find the way further. We sat there for a moment, filled our water bottles, drank few sips of ice cool water and started looking around for the path. We were left with the two options: either we search for the path or we place our tents near the water flow only. In second case, we were quite sure to encounter wild animals, as this was only source of water within a long distance, for us and for animals also. Our guide searched around and finally he discovered the path. A feeling of relaxation came to us as he also assured the camping place is just 100 meters from this spot. Firstly, the guide crossed the path and we shouted, is it the path? If I explain according to mathematics, the path was like, consider a right angled triangular wedge kept on a cuboid, with around 6 cm of space left outside. These six centimeters were the only distance left between our life and death, on that path? We had to walk, keeping our feet on that six cm space, taking the support of slant of the upper wedge and that too under the torch light. A mistake of six cm was going to cost us our life, and in the darkness no body was sure that which animal is going to take the dead body away. Thanks to Mr. Trek leader and guide who helped us to measure our each foot step in the path accordingly and exactly, to cross that safely. I was the last man to cross that path, and when I was safe I sighed with jolly. We hurried to the camping place, pitched our tents and joyfully exhaled with the sips of tea. Few of us went to search for the woods, to set a camp fire, few were busy in pitching the tents. Our lunch menu comprised of maggi. Four of us encamped in one tent, rest four along with the guide settled in another. At around 10 in the night, heavy wind started blowing. One clamp of my tent got loosened and the rain cover started hoisting. That cold wind made everything cooled, even our sleeping bags were cooled except for the part of it which we were occupied. Suddenly, one of our camp mate started snoring, and heart of rest all started pounding with the suspicion of roar of some wild animal from near around unless we confirmed about the snoring. Somehow we could fall asleep. Our morning started at 8 am. We could not see rising sun from the valley, and sun came to our place at around 9 am. We had soup and the team marched further. It was heavy snow lying around and for this very reason half the team could not dare to walk to further, and that included me. As the team departed, a flock of crow started hovering around the tent. Definitely, they would have come suspecting the availability of food. They brought with them the fear of wild animals, following them and we slid inside the tent calmly and composedly, maintaining the pin drop silence inside. A little later, another team of three trekkers from Delhi came to the place. We came out of the tent, had few chats with them. They had tea and then marched further. We again slid in. A moment later, a French couple came, and this time we came out to have a click with them. Sun was just above our head, and it was very difficult to stay out in this sun, because of dense UV light reflecting from the snow bed lying around. We felt headache in the sun, so decided better to be inside and wait for our companions. At 12:30 they returned from Kedar-khadak, could not reach Tal, because of heavy snow lying on the way and I sighed with relaxation on my decision of not moving further. We started our return journey to Gangotri at 1:30. This time, Mr. Trek leader was like god to me, who helped me crossing that six cm death-line safely. At this place, on of our team member slipped the grip, and our heart stopped for a moment unless he was supported by another team member beside him. But, the dreadful way for me came now. I started feeling muscle cramp, as I had to walk down the inclination. Half way, my muscle cramp became dominant over my courage and I lost the battle finally and sat on the path. I tried to stand up and walk a bit, and again sat with loosing further my courage. I rolled down on the path many a time. At one moment I did not have enough potential even to stand up, and I started sliding on my hips. I knew, some of my friends would be thinking that I might have slipped in valley. Finally, guide again served me as a prophet, as he took my sack and gave me the support of his shoulders to cover rest of the path. When I reached Gangotri, I thanked to god, had prayer in the temple there and took decision that I shall not be on a trek of this kind in future. Probably this was one of the worst decision as it indicates that I took a lesson from this experience that one lost I can not restore my courage. Hope I do not repeat this kind of lesson in future.

Book Review: "Gunahon Ka Devta"

I don't know how to start writing a review on this great creation of Dharmveer Bharti. The whole book is centralized around its main character Chandar. The story presents the influence of people of different mindset on Chandar. His surroundings are influenced by three important ladies, Sudha, Binti & Pummi. The whole satire is created near around Prayag (Allahabad). The central idea of the novel deals with the two feelings of Love, one, sacrificial love and another, bodily (sexual desire) love. Vivekananda said, "Never expect anything from your love, and never try to bind your love with expectations". It is said that If u posses something, you do not know its importance until it is lost. These ideas are morale of the story.
Chandar is considered to be angel, because of his impressive intellect, the sacrifices he did for his love. However it resulted in unhappiness on both sides but still his maturity makes his impression as a God. Consequently Sudha and Chandar both deteriorate in their ideals. Sudha does every thing what Chandar wanted her to do. She never tried to make Chandar unhappy. But these sacrifices by both, Sudha & Chandar, weaken them. Binti respects Chandar and his ideals; she is always ready to sacrifice every thing to keep Chandar happy. Pummi attracts holy soul of Chandar and fulfill the bodily desire in him. Sometimes Chandar is lost in the statements of Burti and Pummi. His thoughts about sexual desire changes because of them. Among highly literate people like Dr. Shukla, Bisaria; his impressive intellect makes him ideal.
Before marriage Sudha was quite kiddy. She always used to quarrel with Chandar but never denied any thing what he wanted her to do. Even she married to other guy, Kailash. After marriage Sudha worships her lord Chandar. Her health deteriorates but her morale strengthens. She considers sacrifice in her love the best thing she did to make her love happy. But Chandar keeps on being influenced, keeps on changing his morale. Her words " Main apni durbalta ka prayaschit kar rahi hoon. Ek din humlogon ne nischay kiya tha hamare pyar ki kasauti yehrahegi ki hum duur rah kar bhi unche uthenge, pavitra rahenge. Duur ho jane k baad tumhara pyar toh mujhme ek dridh aatma aur vishwas bharta raha, usi k sahare main apne jeevan k toofanon ko paar le gayi; lekin pata nahi mere pyar me koun si durbalta rahi ki tum use grahan nahi kar sake, tumhara vyaktitva dusit ho gaya ", shows the changes came in the ideals of Chandar and Sudha.
The key character of the story Chandar is such kind of person who always tries to strengthen himself by the influence of his surrounding but it always results in weakening him. His boat is in the midway to the banks of faith and unfaith. When he turns towards faith everything adds to strengthen him, but some influences turn the table and he becomes weak. This is the reality in everyone's life. This is the morale of the story that one should always live practically, think practically. The words of Burti " Aadmi tab tak mahan hota hai, uncha uthata hai, jab tak wo nisedh karta chalta hai" conveys that everything happening should be related practically.

My first c****

There are many myths about the most divine word LOVE. Many happen to consider their crush, affection and even infatuation as their dignity of being in love. Not to be surprised as it happened with me too, and that incident gave me a precious lesson of life. The incident was when I had my first crush. I hope that would be my last one too, before I am forced to be bound by Indian custom of marriage. I had almost forgotten those munches and pieces of talks between us, even the friendly relation which we had before that developed into a disastrous crush, and destroyed the dynasty of faith. But, few days ago, an incident happened with one of my closest friends, which remind me of those old memories, which penetrated through the armor safeguarding the little space in my inner conscience still being ruled by her. Let me introduce you to the incident of my first meet with her. My colleagues know well, how shy was I to girls? After standard seventh, I did not study in co-ed schools. It developed me as a little reluctant towards people of fairer sex. After my secondary examinations, I came to the city for my further education, and very first day, my dad took me to her place. Actually, my dad and hers were good friends in their school days. My reluctance did not allow me to speak to her, and I could only imagine of a little soft speaking creature, who was talking with me recently. We became good friends, very good friends and can’t say when developed an attraction for her in me. I became fond of her every moment. Regular chats, talking in phone, and one day I gathered courage to write a foolish mail to her. She was shocked for the moment she read that mail, as I came to know much later. She did not say anything directly, rather denied directly, leading to too many misunderstandings between us and willy-nilly she stopped conversing with me. I was bit upset initially, not because she did not accept me, but because I lost a good friend. I learned a lesson, “Insecurity of losing love makes us mistakenly lose the friend in them, but insecurity of losing a friend mistakenly makes us love them.” From that day, I tried to dive deep down in the ocean of dynasty of the divine word and I could only realize that it can’t be defined by any comparison, it can’t be bound by any thing. My, that good friend had encountered the case otherwise. He got a proposal from girl’s side and he did not hesitate in denying. He even accepts that he was rude to her. I just pray that she does not burst out, as I was about to long ago. I would wind up saying, “Listen and silent are two words with same alphabet, and are very important in friendship, because a true friend can listen to you when you are silent.”

Missing something

Hostel life comprise the most joyful moments of anyone’s life. We make our dearest pals, without whom, even a morning tea seems tasteless. At the end of hostel life, who wants to depart from those dearest pals? Actually, no one. Everyone flowing deep in the nostalgic feeling, says good bye, makes promises to be in contact. But, finally one has to depart. A deep thinking mesmerizes one to fall back in those memories. Remembering those night outs, those birthday bumps, those late night chats (online!! working hard to impress girls [;)]), pinches and slaps, bunking classes, copying test assignments, struggle for marks, writing name of his crush on the desks and decorating around that name, tears for love and just everything, everything which one misses after departing from hostel mates. That’s the reason of calling this life as Heaven. Chocolaty has successfully completed his sophomore year and entered into pre-final year. Among the past years, all of which are just memories now, the fresher year life was something more fun, more adventurous, livelier, more adorable, more knowledgeable, and many more things which can’t be expressed just in words. Those days were heavenly. Chocolaty was residing with most rocking folks. He was allotted a double seated room, with a roommate who at the price of life's some most beautiful moments, deserves to be among the most endeared ones. The bunch of sixteen most lively folks, taught him the way to live, to be lively. Since the starting of the fresher year, till the end, every moment he lived, lived because of those endeared ones, still living with that livelihood. At the end of fresher year, Chocolaty had to depart from those pals, because he was the only one from other branch in that group. Less interaction with own branch-mates could not leave any other option with him, except whichever bunch of people accepts him, just like he was going to be an orphan at home away from home, without those friends. But some people had to accept me in their group, and probably the lesson learnt there did not leave any difficulty in adjusting among new friends, who were unknown to him, till the end of fresher year, to whom he was an unknown identity. One complete year has passed with those friends too and Chocolaty feels the absence of his dear roomy, those dearest pals. Though they are within the campus only, and sometimes he meets them also, but sometimes only. For the rest of the time, only memories are there and these will be carried out till he becomes an undergraduate, and further till the end of life.

Closing Tag Chain.. Sorry

As I got the news that Lefty has Tagged me, i read the rules carefully, and I was damn sure, still I am, that I shall not be able to find even one to continue the chain. So decided to post my reply in Lefty's comment only and did post too. Good Girl read that, and she gave me a suggestion that I should have posted in my blog page (probably i found that good, so trying to follow).

So Here it goes:

1) I am fond of Hard Working environment. Plausibly, this makes my friends feel afraid of knocking at my door for any help during exam time [:(]
2) I capitalize myself in research works. Thus Labs are my favorite classrooms.
3) I have very rude attitude towards people of fairer sex. May be, this is developed as a consequence of shyness which i had before coming to R.
4) Till date i have not developed any interest or hobbies. Probably, God only knows when i shall have atleast one.
5) Sometimes I write Hindi poems. Some of my friends admire me for this creativity. Thanks to those people who regularly goes to my page [:)]
6) I don't know how to ride a BICYCLE [:)]. So I request those Gurlz who dream of dating with me and long drive (this is usually found as their idea of a dream date), please hurry up for a life insurance plan before you meet me. I assure, you can make the insurance company bankrupt.
7) I tried hard to be among the most respected LLBs but [:(] could never be. Always had to sit in the front bench. Still continuing with the poor habit.
8) I love spicy food. But, Dear Almighty could not see me like that, and cursed me by weakening my liver and Poor Chocolaty had no other option left with, to stop eating outside the MESS [:(]

Well, These random facts I posted on Lefty's blog page first, so you can read from there too.

I could not find anyone whom i can tag[:(]. So stopping the chain. Hope other tagged people do not curse me.

Beginning

Chocolaty heartily welcomes you all after a Great Summer Break. Everyone is turning out to be a story teller (then, why would Chocolaty be left behind?). Some about their intern experiences in contrast to those who are contemplating about their wastage of that period (But, everyone has something to tell.). The first few folks among my classmates, who went for intern, got great rewards at the site. E.g. Lefty’s dear ex-roomy got two chicks to have lunch with. (Probably this was the only reason, which raised a whim in many a left-ones to try their luck also) and on the other side, Escorts were frying Dear Tommy, that too in metallurgical furnaces. (These are the facts, as I got to know from those folks only. Kudos to Google, as it invented Gtalk) Chocolaty had a buttery-bitterly experience too. (Read here, if really concerned to know)

Well, everyone is back to village R, (I hope) and busy in cumbersome working life. God was literally too crazy to see Good Folks rocking and gave an onslaught of huge series of lectures and lab works (damn the inventor of Time Table, it's too clumsy). That too could not satisfy Dear Almighty and imposed two bombardiers to guard us, namely Dangerous Danny, (Alas! If it would have been Danny Danzeoppa) and Ka(r)ma-less Chang-Rae. The only reward he bestowed upon us is Sam-Eeksha Jay-in. From the very first lecture, houseful and doubtful classroom is being noticed. Fight for being a frontier degree holder (Oh God! Can’t you notice the change? I tell you, numbers of one lecture doubts are rarely experienced in whole semester.) From the first day, everyone is loving to learn Financial Accountancy skills. Even folks from other dynasties are noticed to come for extra working hour (so excited!!).

At the end, Chocolaty wishes you all a very bright semester (start using CFLs in your room, because monsoon is determined to guard you from sun this autumn).

मेरी गजल

आज सुबह, अरूण लालिमा खिडकी से आयी
हो गया सवेरा, चिडियाँ चहचहायी
मैने, मेज से तुम्हारी तस्वीर उठायी
कर लिया आलिंगन, नज़रें शरमायीं
मंद सी एक मुस्कान थी खिल आयी
अचानक, गज़ल लिखने की चाह जग आयी

काग़ज, कलम, दवात लिये बैठा
सुबह से शाम थी हुइ आयी
रंग गए बहुत सारे पन्ने
पर वो बात नहीं आ पायी
जब था मैने होंश संभाला, पहली बार
काग़ज पर लेखनी दौडायी
रंग गया था वो पन्ना
यह बात आज फिर याद थी आयी
एहसास हुआ कुछ ऐसा
जीवन दिये की बाती हो तुम
मैं शहज़ादा, शहज़ादी हो तुम
मैं आसमान का सूरज हूँ, मेरी किरणें तुम
तुम ही मेरी कविता हो,
गज़लों का आधार तुम
इन पन्नों पर क्या लिखता मैं
जब स्वर भी तुम, स्वरश्रिंगार भी तुम

Me, My friends and The Queen

I was not at all in a mood to waste the enjoyment of experiencing ever heard beauty of the Queen of Hills, when I had been there for the first time. Before going there, I did not even have a snowy dream. From the very evening I convinced two of my friends that we can witness snow there as it had been raining since last two-three days in R. It was the time just before the commencement of 3rd semester. I was listed among the few earlier arrivals {as usual, even while boarding train, my parents send me to the station at least an hour ago before the scheduled departure, so tragic:( while the land is well known for late arrivals of trains, laluland :(}. Joining me were Taauji and Mr. Poet J. As I have already written, I convinced them, so credit goes to me for such a nice experience (:D), later it might turn to a discredit. Finally the trio arrived in the valley, three smart, cool, hunks from MMED @ R (:D). Taauji reminded of his earlier visit to the place and convinced us to follow him for a cheap place to lodge, though our 1.5 miles walk in that freezing night went in vain, and finally to save ourselves from the freezing wind, we found a place. Got ready in a while to roam around the valley to witness the preparation for New Year celebrations and we were done with the examination of those within half an hour. So, what to do now? A big question! Answer came as, roam around. So we took off for to and fro motion started at one end of the well famous Mall Road and from the other end came back. Mind you, we completed perhaps 4 complete laps like this only before we sat in the church compound near a bonfire. And see the style of celebration the people there at midnight, all drunk, wishing everyone and little more active police trying to show off their power (may be, they would have developed this kind of style for New Year celebrations). Well at 00.30 we were right back to our lodging place, everyone busy with 4’X1.5’ toy (approximate dimension), wishing family members, colleagues et cetras. The weather in the night made us realize that we are not going to find snow anywhere around. So upset, I was. Snow will only be in my dream:(.
Next morning we woke up early, another outstanding incident. Well, who dares taking bath in freezing water, however rays of beautifully risen sun was welcoming us outside. And we went on. In the pathway, Taauji described his earlier experience, just like Grandpa is telling story of his time to the grandsons. He was much excited by his experience of beautiful combination of mountains which just looked alike camel’s back, and also the road from which that was visible was named so. We followed him and reached a place where a guy was standing with a telescope. Taauji asked him about the way to Camel Mountback Road and the answer was the way by which we came. So damn, we missed that. We had a glance at the signboard, showing the ways to Company garden, 6 KM, Campety Fall, 13 KM and some more. We decided we’ll go for company garden. But what about the conveyance? My extraordinary mind gave an idea to make this journey an adventure as I proposed to walk this much distance. Imagine what would have happened to Mr. J. He would have killed me for this reason, but he was so kind to me. We walked all the way, 6 KM up and down, to see children’s park. So damn a decision, but I enjoyed, not the garden, but the walk. Hopefully they too, even if they had not, they are not going to tell youJ. That day I took the decision “I’ll come again to enjoy my snowy dream”. Because, I went again and fulfilled my wishes :).
For that experience, wait for the sequel:). Coming soon. Till then, Bbye:)

I'll be going home

Almost half the vacation is over and i am still enjoying roorkee. After the completion of end term exams, i was determined to concentrate on my research project, had dreams of bagging award of excellence, still do have, because summer vacation is not over yet and some what i followed it. Let's see how much i can excel. Some exceptions are there. I thought i'll be able to complete at least 2 session of Norman lewis' book daily, but could not follow it properly. I thought i'll read some course books for next semester, i'll be working on improvement of my poetic skills, but i did not follow it. That's why I feel, Its really tough to be a doer according to your thought. Then,what did i do actually? Got net in rooms during end term exams and excitement of that forced me to get the wireless card in the mid of exams. Not even that, i wasted two important preparation hours in trying to assemble it. Finally i did succeed in doing so and went online for two complete hours. Oh My God! A complete wastage of 4 important preparation hours, which i did not realize at that time but my grades in that paper made me realize the effort i had put in wasting my time and i tasted my 3rd B+ this semester. So worse of me. End sems were over, grades were displayed and i had to satisfy with a decent SGPA. Oh! Let me introduce you with my area of work a bit. I was working on fabrication of little dimensional objects, the so called nano structures. Whilst studying these structures, i found them so interesting, i made my dreams of joining research and development part of nano tech based industry, though its industrialization is still a dream. Well there is enough time left, off course till date, to realize whether i'll actually taste success in realizing my dream or not. One important part of my research project was those complements given by R K Sharma sir (FESEM lab attendant) during our sample characterization, "Are you guys doing a doctorate project in your B Tech only?" Those complements levitated me sometimes a little above the horizon. During those days, I tasted one good experience of using FESEM instrument by myself, which is not allowed to be handled by undergraduate students.
At the starting of vacations, i thought this summer is going to be toughest period of my life to spend, but you see i have spent almost half of those with some of my mates without facing very much difficulty. I should rather say, this summer has taught me a good lesson of life. But how did i mostly utilize this summer? Should i thank to Mr Orkut? I did study a bit, but remaining most of the time online and searching for someone to talk a bit, had that become an inevitable part of my summer days? Well hopefully i am now fed up of this orkut world and i'll be sincere again. The time has come to say good bye to roorkee for this summer with hopes of spending next summers overseas, with some determination of doing something more productive coming semester, I'll be going home by the end of this month. Bbye till next blog.

मजधार और मैं

हमने सुना था
मजधार में डूबती हैं कश्तियाँ
पर, देखा न कभी कि
मजधार की ओर जाती भी हैं कश्तियाँ

हुए अपनी कश्ती पर सवार
जीवन नदिया की बह रही थी धार
दिशा ली, अनुकूल धार
चल पडे, गुनगुनाते हुए खेवैये का सार

लहरों में हिचकोले खाती
कश्ती मेरी बढती जाती
राह में मिले कई मुसाफिर
पूछा, "किधर है तेरी मंजिल"
अहं ने मेरे दिया जवाब कुछ ऐसा
कि, "निकला हूँ मैं तो
ढूँढने को मजधार"

घबराकर सबने देखा
अथक समझाया, मैं न माना
"मूरख है तू, हारेगा
या तो लौट जा, या डूब जायेगा"

जब होंश आया
कश्ती थी जा लगी किनार
न कश्ती मेरी, न मेरा किनार
न जाने, कब आ गया मजधार
न जाने, कब टूटा मेरा अहंकार
डूब गयी थी मेरी नैया
डूब गया मेरे सपनों का संसार

The palace which need not be named

Had it been an unnamed place, we would have survived from identity crisis. The story begins from the glance at the beautiful signboard. Chocolaty, Mota Bhai and Taauji were on the way to excel in shaping their final idea of Robosapiens, although it could never taste its final shape. And all of sudden Mota Bhai turned our attention to a beautifully designed signboard of a place to hang out, which certainly sensed us to go for the experiment. The signboard belonged to a palace which need not be named Royal, if somehow mistaken. It let us little difficulty to find the entrance, but we made it as we IITians are made to solve the difficulties only, however it has turned from being technical to something else which nobody can be confident of. Entry to the palace let us feel that we can never make mistakes in choosing our hangout, and let us feel proud too that our spouses will be happy always. The village people are finally rewarded with such a nice hangout and we are proud to discover it… Hurray… Hats off to the three Lords.

A nice table attached to couch and well cushioned seats were vacant for Lords; fortunately (for them) or coincidently, it depends on the inference only. And we let our muscles to be loosened. Glassfuls of cold water and even three round trips of waiter could not let us decide our plan of action and if someone doesn’t annoy in such circumstances, does it mean he is well trained as a waiter? Can’t be said exactly. We finally settled for some viscous liquids with chicks and some noshes, and produced our experimental recipe before honorary waiters (though they are well paid, they die out for tips). And, Mota Bhai’s Nokia 6610 rang up. On the line were Lefty and Chhote Miyan (how can there be two people on one line??). Our exaggeration made them feel to join us in the experiment of survival from everyday onslaught of mess food. I don’t know how they made Mr. Sporty Hunk (courtesy to Lefty, as the name was first given by you) and Chiraunjee joined them, but just can figure out a bit of conversation among them.
Lefty: “Hey guys!! 3 of Lords have discovered a nice hangout while wandering. We are following them. Would you be pleased to join us?”
Sporty: “Where is it? I would certainly be pleased (It may help me in increasing the number of options for my most awaited date)”
Lefty: “Not so far. It’s in the village only.”
Chiraunjee: “Guys lets have a look at the mess menu. Hope something is edible today.”
Chhote Miyan: “No way. I can smell of their lovely, sweet/salty tasty pedigree only.”
Chiraunjee (with heavy hearts, at least you people would have let me check once): “Then no option left with me too.”
And the royal transport took them out of the Farmhouse dynasty towards the palace. Though Lefty, even with 2.5 cm thick glasses, could not find the signboard (as it happens usually with him), Chhote Miyan led all of them to the divine palace.
During those conversations, let’s looks at the changes which have taken place in the experimental plan of action. Mota Bhai suggested that we should now go for something heavy or light to welcome rest of our dearest pals and we nodded accordingly.
(After giving orders for final experimental recipe)
Mota Bhai (to the waiter): “As some of our friends have to come, so please bring all the orders only after they come.”
Waiter: “Yes sir. (Seems I will follow your instruction, hunh)”
(After a while, waiter came)
Waiter: “Sir, liquid dishes are ready, so please have it.”
Mota Bhai: “No problem. Please keep it in the kitchen only and follow our instruction. (Are these kind of lab assistants we provided with. Hunh. Paplu and Taplu are much better choice)”
(This waiter followed us, but as he reached the kitchen, he was unexpectedly booted out. Followed him a villainous person zoomed towards our dynasty like a rocket)
Villain: “Sir, this is prepared for you and do have it. Is it clear to you?”
Mota Bhai (frightened a bit): “Yes ssss… I got you. (Thank god! even mistakenly I did not say sir)”
Taauji (breaking the silence): “Amazing taste dude. (It reminds me of mess only and nothing else: P)”
Decidedly Mota Bhai goes for one request.
Mota Bhai (to the waiter, though a bit frightened of denial): “Please bring rest of the orders after the arrival of our guests only.”
(And reply was)
Waiter: “Sir, the orders are ready and we don’t want to mesh up. So, I am going to bring them”
Mota Bhai (amusingly saw our faces, and we gave a sympathetic smile, “sorry, we can’t help”): “Okie ssss… Bring those items also.”
(Courtesy to outsiders, as they would have confused that who is actually Lord Hanumana among the three, though we were normal IITians only. This IIT brand name at least serves the purpose to let us pay 10 % lesser than general public in the village hangouts)

The team finally arrives. Their liquid dishes are brought too except one. As we were served with the heavier ones, we somehow put an effort to differentiate between the qualities being served elsewhere.
(One more request)
Mota Bhai (off course to the waiter): “Please cancel the left one liquid dish.”
(Waiter nodded in agreement, but did he follow?)
(Experiment is about to be over. And the waiter brings the left liquid dish, and we could just glare in the amusement. "So rubbish a service yaar".)
(The final expectation of ending was that we could be provided with small bowls to dip our fingers in hot lemon water, though we ordered only Chinese. But, in this case, the intelligent people escaped.)
(Okie guys! Now our experiment has almost failed. As, if you follow a hypothesis and succeed it’s the proof of the hypothesis, and if you fail, it’s a discovery. So guys, say aloud, we have made a discovery. Three cheers for 7 lords. Hip! Hip! Hurray)

मन की निरूत्तरता

घनघोर घटा की वादी में
उनमुक्त मनपंछी की आजादी में
गगनदीप था उमड रहा
अलसायी घटा में घुमड रहा
मन मदमस्त हस्ती सा मचल रहा
प्रिय मिलन की तृष्णा में कुचल रहा
थामने को बढाया था हाथ किसी ने
साथ देने का दिया था विश्वास किसी ने
थम गये क्यूँ हमारे बढे हाथरूक गये क्यूँ सहम कर वो कदम
और आज भी
जाने क्यों मन यही सवाल करता है
जाने क्यों खुद से ही ये डरता है
खुद से हीं मन जब ये उत्तर माँगता है
परछायी की ओर मुँह कर
खुद को हीं निरूत्तर पाता है
कस्तूरी की तृष्णा में
दौड लगाते हुए मृग की तरह
अपनी कस्तूरी हीं नहीं ढूंढ पाता है

एक ऐसी भी हसरत...

आँखों में हसरत है, इस दिल में शरारत है
हमारे दिल में अब बस आपकी मुहब्बत है
लब पे है जिसका नाम, वो आप हीं तो हैं
आँखों में जिसका जाम,वो आप हीं तो हैं
बस एक तमन्ना है, वो है आपको पाने की
जो मिले न आप हमें, ली कसम मर जाने की
बेचैनी बढती है, जब आप न होते हैं
ये दिल खो जाता है, जब आप से मिलते हैं
हम खोये रहते हैं, बस आपकी यादों में
सूना सा लगता है, जब आप न होते हैं
हर खुशी मेरी आप हीं हैं, बस आपकी चाहत है
जो हुए न आप मेरे, तो मौत को दावत है
ये दिल जो तडपता है, बस आपसे मिलने को
इसे चैन न मिलता है, बिना आपकी चाहत के
बडी हसरत है मेरी, कि मैं आपको पाऊँगा
जो हुए न आप मेरे, मैं तो मर जाऊँगा

Journey of UTSAV

In Hindu pujas, incense sticks glow, spreading the fragrance, bringing the blessing for all, guide us to the ecstatic journey to have a glimpse of eternity, due the pathway heard is the rhythmic tune of invisible string, that’s what for which people culminate to have bliss.

I have seen lives smiling there. I agreed that perfection is a way of life. Exactly the ways through which UTSAV traveled so far, being myself an eye witness.

Autumn ends, gathering starts to shape the final fantasy of the festive aura. At this stage, however, we don’t bother much about the initial preparations, making up the mindset “Wake me up when December begins…”, but can very well estimate the preparations taking place at far end, across the globe. Mind you, not nation, but globe. And then the sentence which brings the enthusiasm, which motivates most, is “Game On”.

Responsible citizens take their command, guide the up next generation of responsible citizens to optimize their talents to be a good literati, to be a good speaker, to explore their artistic imaginations and entertain with everything. Number of stairs left to climb becomes lesser, lesser and lesser.

Coming to my recent past. Sixth Edison of UTSAV just got over in my witnessing. Officially eighth. With the daybreak, start the test of commitment for their responsibilities assigned. With days being passed, tests toughen, commitments strengthen. Result? A huge success. Success in cultivating the level of intellect. Success in enhancing the learning ability. Mind you, being the successful learner, I feel, is the toughest test in which everyone appears, every moment. And came the end of festive aura, enlightening our souls, guiding us on the way to be the perfect.