Archive for April, 2014

Just A Phase

Posted: April 19, 2014 by Ankur in Contest, Writes...
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ContestWelcome to the world of inhuman humans
Now you will be loved and pampered
Cuddled cared stared
Everyone around is extra cautious
You are surrounded by people always
Your smile will mean everything
Your cry may be annoying, but never irritating
Efforts will be made by one n all to make you happy
It’s just a phase!!

You are turning three
time to join the race kid!
School, early morning rush..
Lunch-box, notebooks, homework
Way to go, keep competing
Always score high, Don’t lose
Else get ready for a scolding
Comparing marks….?
Ha! Wait for the entrance exams
You, your happiness, your childhood, your life
They are not of any importance

t’s time where society will give you free opinions
your life will be dependent on your rank
You cannot be happy because you didn’t score well
Oh! you have no right to live
You are a loser!
IIT/  MBBS.. You couldn’t get in!
Looking at others who got through?
Feel so unlucky!
This will soon pass by
Just another phase!!

You are glad
You have friends
You hang out every evening
Chit chat with others
Shopping is always on the agenda?
Trying to hook up for fun… ?
Cracking jokes, Laughing out loud
Stupid acts, Teasing others
You have best friends, worst enemies
It’s just a phase!

Time for college
They said it would be fun
They said its easy
You were told you can do just about anything
You seem happy, you will get freedom!

top!! What are you doing?
Not much studies….. You can bunk classes
Really? Nah! Just kidding
You will know what the world is now
Bunking? More of sneaking..
Risking a lot
Profs. will have to be flattered if you wanna score
You will have to be a bad ass to have fun with friends
Parents don’t really support you?
Sorry, you can’t really have friends.
It’s a phase, will soon end

You have great friends
but you want more now

You begin to fall for someone
O!! Look around for all kinds of expressions!
It’s not that easy my child..
You will find many smart boys/girls
You will be impressed by a lot
You are vulnerable to what the other will say
Please don’t slip yet! Just stay.
Stay where you are
It may not be what you want
may lead you to the darkest of dawns ..

supri21@gmail.com

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How I saw my ‘Maamu’ become Immortal

Posted: April 18, 2014 by Ankur in Writes...
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ContestThe title? How I saw my ‘Maamu’ become immortal. Who am I? Just a 16 year old, who found writing this article way more interesting than my Economics text book. Maamu? My maternal uncle. These 16 years were fun! A sense of growth and change in each one of them. I’m just 16 years old and I have no knowledge on how to particularly write a piece of story so basically this is just a rawly written piece by me.

7 June, 1997, I was born (with a lot of difficulties). I, being the only child was pampered a lot. I was my maamu’s favourite and he was mine! He had this habit of clicking photos of me, framing them and then decorating them in his flat. We went for walks, him carrying me and walking around the colony we live in. 

Years went by, things didn’t change. I was very fond of him. I could recognise him just by the fragrance of his favourite perfume and the noise his watch made when he opened the door with the keys from outside. It was a normal day, the 4 year old me was throwing tantrums for not going to school. The deal was, if you agree to buy me a toy from my favourite toy shop after school, only then would I get ready for school and as usual maamu agreed. This is why my house cabinets are still loaded with more than a hundred toys. Maamu would make me sit on the petrol tank of his red bike, so that I could catch the handle of the bike and feel as though I was riding it. He would ride me on his bike to school, would buy me 2 packets of waffers, would get my shoes polished from the ‘polish-wala’ on the road, would make me drink coconut water from the ‘naariyal paani- wala’ and only then would he send me inside the school gate. Yes, I was pampered a lot. The weekend s were even more fun! I remember, it was a Sunday, I and maamu were on his bike with my soft toy monkey, Jojo. We were riding all our way from Colaba to Chowpatty, when suddenly Jojo fell off my hands. We couldn’t find it again. I was upset and more than me, maamu was upset because I was upset, his princess! After 2 days when I came back from school, I found Jojo resting on my bed with a few stitches of white here and there. I was the happiest person! I grew older, 6 years old. Maamu had a bike accident but was fine, as told by him. A few days later, maamu was rushed into the hospital. The ‘dudh-wala’ and the neighbours got worried when he didn’t open the door for hours. My paa and other mama had to break open the door. They found him, laying down on the floor, in a pool of his own urine, shaking profusely and had white fin coming out of his mouth. He was subjected to have brain tumour. My maamu had cancer, stage 3. He was soon brought back to consciousne ss. His hair had to be shaven off for the operations that had to be done. I went to meet him after all his operations were done. He looked different and weak. He had a very deep scar on his bald held, it looked like a fold. He covered his head with a cap, when I came to meet him. He didn’t like me coming to the hospital at such a young age and for one more reason. My maamu being MY maamu, had decorated his hospital room the same way he decorated his flat. My photo frames everywhere around the room. The people in the hospital thought that I was his daughter because of the amount of affection he showed towards me. After a lot of treatments maamu was sent back home. His journeys from house to hospital continued.

I was now 8 years old, having computers at home was something very great at that time, we didn’t have one at that time. My teacher scolded me for not submitting my project. Projects were meant to be all fancy and colourful in standard three. I came back home, started weeping like a widow and when asked what happened, I just said, “We don’t have a computer! I can’t make a project!.” The very next day, maa gave me the phone to speak to maamu, he said, “Let’s make your project together!” Yes, he was and IS my hero. We made the project and we nailed it! Mine was the best project of my class. I was proud. My hero kept protecting me and making me feel like a hero for the rest of the years.

One year later, I returned home from school, opened the lift door and found my daadu (my paternal side grandmother) standing outside the life, waiting for me to arrive. She looked worried. ”Maamu is no more, Maa’s gone to the hospital,” she said. It didn’t sink in to me for quite a long time. I didn’t know what was happening, I was just 9 years old. I didn’t know what death was. I didn’t cry. Maa saw him die in front of her eyes in the hospital. She was depressed. He used to go for chemo therapy everyday. This therapy, that therapy! The day he died was his last day of therapy. Nothing worked. He didn’t like going to the hospital at all. He wanted to stay at home, enjoy life, ride his bike, play music, play the piano. But alas!

It’s been years now! Things have changed. I have changed. I now know what had happened. I miss him. No, I am not depressed. He is there, right there with me all the time.Yes, I can sense him. I enjoy life, the way he wanted to and I will keep staying happy because I know he is watching me.. He is immortal.

Kashmira Pochkhanawala

K.P.B Hinduja College Of Commerce, Mumbai

existingnomore@yahoo.com


Its been 2 years or some 3 odd semesters as I sit down to write this letter. 2 years since the day I first noticed you. 2 years since my metamorphism. In retrospect, it seems a long time. However, it flew by so fast. I felt sand slipping out of my hand- uncontrolled and inevitable. But before we step into a new world altogether, I want you to know something. Something clandestine. Something that I have been negating since day 1 to everyone. I want you to know that you matter to me. Probably the most in this foreign land.

I love the way you do everything. The way your wisps of hair fall on your face and you keep tucking them behind your ears, the way you make gestures with your hand while speaking, your green salwar suit which emanates your divinity. Yes, I noticed, I noticed everything about you. I am sorry but I couldn’t stop myself from doing that. I never witnessed what people call as true love, but I want to tell now if they mean falling in love means always thinking about that one person, then I am in love; if they say falling in love means that you never see any other face and just yearn and wish to see that one face, then I am in love. I don’t know whether I love your cherry coloured lips more, or those dreamy beautiful a little tired eyes or those playful hands or those flowing legs or rhythmic melody of your voice or that cheery countenance which effuse like a balmy breeze in your presence.
I know I am not perfect. Not even near to perfection. No, I don’t play guitar, neither can I write you romantic poems nor can I compose and record songs for you. I can’t make beautiful sketches for you either. Believe me, I would have loved to do any of the above things, but I Can’t. 

See, I can be your best partner in rain dance. I can increase your platelets count and make sure it never falls. I can be your best company to the long drives and street foods. I can be all ears whenever you want to do the talking. I will make sure you cry, cry a lot (laughing). If you are cindrella, I can be your lost shoe. I love you.

(P.S. I still have this mail in my draft box. I know we were never meant to be together hence i never pressed the send button. Whatever, I have learned to live up with this unrequited love.)

Adarsh

IIT Kharagpur

Truth is Stranger…

Posted: April 13, 2014 by Ankur in Writes...
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This failure will vanish, so will I.

Time has marked it presence, but never did I

Everyone laughed and I wondered why?

Everything seems broken; so does thy

I am scared, what if; I never know why?

Will it be my destiny, till I die?

GOD seems dead, I wanna know why?

I see this world, but where am I?

Fib seems whiter, truth is like a lie.

Will that Angel with broken wings, ever fly?

I HOPE he does, so will I.

Harsh Sen

State Bank of Bikaner & Jaipur


Contestये मेरी पत्थर रूपी जिंदगी पिघलती क्यूँ नही 
ये बुझी हुई रख अब राख़ क्यूँ जलती क्यूँ नही, 
न जाने किस जलन के साये मे जल रहा हूँ 
इस जिंदगी का नही पता , पर मैं पिघल रहा हूँ । 

मेरे इस पिघलन मे मेरा सब कुछ है जल जाता 
उन बातों को वो खामोशी से कह जाता ,
काश मेरा अक्स इस पिघलन के साये से बच जाता 
तो मेरा जो मेरा है , मुझ मे ही रह जाता । 

वो मुझ मे ही रह जाता , काश उस दिन ने दस्तक न दी होती 
तो मेरी जिंदगी काटों भरी न होती ,
इन काटों के जख्म अब नासूर बन गए हैं ,
कभी न जाने वाले वो निशान छोड़ गए हैं ,

एहसान तेरा मैं मानु , तन्हा मुझे जो किया है 
कम से कम वो दर्द भरा निशान तो दिया है ,
ये निशान एक एहसास है , जो तेरी याद दिलाता है 
मुझसे तुझसे कभी प्यार था ,इसका सबूत लाता है …

Vishal Maurya

Zakir Husain Delhi College, DU

vishal18995@gmail.com


Contestदेश में पहले भी आपराधिक घटनाऐं होती रही हैं । लेकिन लगभग 10 वर्षों से इसमें बहुत इजाफा हुआ है । बल्कि नारी समाज को जिस तरह से प्रताड़ित किया गया है वो बहुत निंदनीय है । जिस समाज में औरत को देवी का दर्जा प्राप्त है,वहीं पर उसके इज्जत के साथ खिलवाड़ किया जाता है । यह सब देखकर भी हम लोग चुप रह जाते हैं । आखिर इन सब के पीछे कारण क्या है? कारण तो बहुत हैं पर उनमें से एक है,पश्चिमि सभ ्यता के पीछे भागना और गंदी सोच का पनपना । हमारी संसक्रिति और सभ्यता कभी भी हमें गलत नहीं सिखाती थी । क्या ये वही भारत वर्ष है,जहाँ नारी को सर्वोपरी माना जाता था ? क्या ये वही देश है,जहाँ नारी का स्थान पहले था ? क्या ये वही देश है,जहाँ सती और सीता का जन्म हुआ था ? बहुत व्यथा के साथ कहना पड़ता है कि, नहीं ये यह वो भारत नहीं रहा । बदल चुका है देश । बदलाव कुछ मामलों में अच्छें है,लेकिन अधिकतम मा मलों में नकारात्मक ही प्रभाव पड़ा है ।इतिहास गवाह है कि भारत देश सदैव गुरु की भूमिका में रहा है । लेकिन उसके ही बच्चे गलत राह पर जा रहें हैं । 

हम चमक के पीछे भागना चाहतें हैं,भले उसका अंजाम जो भी हो । देश का हाल ऐसा हो गया है कि नारी शक्ति को सलाम करने वाला देश,उसे ही सम्मान नहीं दे पा रहा । आखिर क्यूँ हर रोज देश के किसी ना किसी कोने में उनकी इज्जत के साथ खिलवाड़ किया जा रहा है ? आखिर क्यूँ एक लड़की अकेले घर से बाहर जाने में घबराने लगी है ? सवाल बहुत हैं,जवाब भी हमारे ही अंदर ही छुपा हुआ है ।

जरुरत है मानसिकता बदलने की,वक्त के साथ नारी जगत के साथ-साथ चलने की । भगवान ने भी नारी को “जननी” का दर्जा दिया है,तो हम कौन होते हैं उनके साथ खिलवाड़ करने वाले ?हम कौन होते हैं,उनके साथ अन्याय करने वाले ? पुरुष और नारी एक दूसरे के लिये पूरक हैं । हम सभी को जरुरत है,अपने नजरीये को बदलने की जहाँ कुछ लोग नारीयों के साथ दुर्व्यवहार करते रहते हैं ।

लेकिन वो भूल जाते हैं कि उसी नारी रुप ने उसे जन्म भी दिया है । अगर नारी ना होतीं तो यह पूरा ब्रम्हाण्ड भी ना होता ,ना ही हम पुरुष होते । समाज को बचाना है अगर तो अब भी जाग जाओ और नारी का सम्मान करो । अंततः खत्म करने से पहले एक वाक्य कहना चाहूँगा कि – “नारी का सम्मान जहाँ,समाज का उत्थान वहाँ ।

 

Indranil Sukla

KIIT University

Mn ki aawaj

Posted: April 3, 2014 by Ankur in Hindi Write-ups, Writes...
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ये दुनिया का झमेला ,
अब और सहा नही जाता है ।.
इस दुनिया से मुकिती पाने का मेरा मन अब करता है। 
इस दुनिया से मुकिती पाने का मेरा मन अब करता है । .
जब य़े बात मेरे मन मे आती है ,एक और बिचार आ जाता हैँ ।
मम्मी पापा के सपनो को पंख दीलाने का मेरा मन अब करता है ,
उनकी उमीदो को एक नयी पहचान दीलाने का मन अब करता हैँ , अब और सहा नही जाता है ।
इस दुनिया से मुकिती पाने का मेरा मन अब करता है । अमित कुमार 
बी.बी.डी.कालेज लखनऊ

Amit Kumar

BBDNITM Lucknow

What is Life?

Posted: April 2, 2014 by Ankur in Contest, Writes...
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Life is so very unpredictable. Ups and downs, falls and rises. Problems come and go, and make you feel so low. A point comes when your heart says I can bear no more, and , and your brain just wants to take a walk across the shore.

A bitter part, a cruel present shatters your dreams for a sweet future. And you are just left thinking “IS THIS WHAT I DESERVE???”, and there is no one to answer this. You feel so lonely from within, But being killed , Is it right???

Dark night is always followed by a bright dawn. No matter how far and difficult your journey is to reach happiness, always remember that every cloud has a silver lining..

Cry, cry your heart out, shed all your tears, but just once, and after being so weak and broken, wipe your tears and see what is waiting ahead. You know teary eyes are really hazy, so not wiping them would always reduce your chance to find the happiness in your way, maybe you would just walk past them without even noticing them, because of those watery eyes. Let your weakness out in one go, stand up, wipe your tears and show yourself how strong you can be. Show yourself the potential you have, enjoy life, forget tears and keep smiling, you never know who prays everyday just to see that one little thing on your face, lightening up your face and their day.

Life is not so cruel as we think it to be, you always will get your share of happiness, love and sweetness which will bury the bitterness in your life.

Now after whatever happened all I can say is “STAY STRONG TO STAY LONG , DO SMILE TO SPREAD SMILE”, and when problems say ” HEY MISS HOW DO U DO?” just smile and say “WELCOME TO MY LIFE AND I HOPE YOU DO TEACH ME SOME VALUABLE LESSON….”

 

Sirsha Pattanayak

KIIT University

The Betrayal

Posted: April 1, 2014 by Ankur in Contest, Writes...
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ContestPeople today are not what they were back in the time when everybody believed in working together, helping each other. People were pure then, not that people are impure nowadays but you really have to go deep inside a person to find that purity and there is purity in everyone I believe but most of them like to keep it hidden due to their unpleasant earlier experiences,and some of them let their bad side overtake their good one and while the rest that is if they are any left after filling of the two above groups are normally pure,which is an extinct species in this century, Will have to notify the Environment people that there is one more species that is rubbed of the face of the Earth, and not because of Global Warming (well Global Warming will be happy that this extinction is not on its platter) but yes this is the work of people themselves. The human race itself is the reason for this blasphemy. This thing happened with me and my buddy a few months ago. New in college, New Year, new friends I am super duper excited to start life anew, by that I meant a new chapter in the book called life. But little did I know what was about to happen. (Fyi- I am a good judge of character) I was talking to everyone who was present, as I am a very jolly n frank person. But no guys I’m telling you this,there’s no need to be all friendly and jolly and go and help people all on your own if they don’t ask for it because nowadays people don’t want that extra help you will go and help them your mind all clear but they won’t look at it like that they will see in you a person making a joke of their helplessness and that they are nothing but a laughing stock for you, and believe me you will go and help these kind of people only, then they will go around telling people about what a spiteful person you are and these kind of people are more today than the others who will see your help merely just a help.

So what happened was that there was someone in particular and I became very good friends with that person even though to accept the truth I did not have a good feeling from inside but I kept that thought aside burying the voice of reason inside me, I went forward with the friendship on the line I was getting the no good feeling but again I ditched the voice of reason, I did this the second time so it had to punish me now didn’t it??? so there Miss. X goes and starts being all bitchy about me and ruining the other friendships I had made, and that too she was successful in doing so, I hated…nah, not hated but despised that other friend,and what she was doing was ignoring me so I thought that my despicable friend was doing shit to break me from him/her but actually the problem was she. Thank god everything came out in some way and everything is now good between me n my despicable friend (now good friend). So,that was my experience, I would like to warn everyone like me trust yourself and don’t turn your back on your intuition.

Ishani Dutta

KIIT University