Archive for May, 2014

Aaurat ki kahani

Posted: May 31, 2014 by CampusWriting in Contest, Writes...
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ContestBahut hua atyachar mahilao ka ab hm nhi dekh sakte hain un pr hote julm ab hm nhi dekh sakte hain…..
Kuch darindro ne khud badnaam hokar kiya is samaj ko badnaam na khud rhe chain se na dusre ko krne diya aaram ..
Bhool jate hain ye darindre ki meri ghar me bhi meri pyari bahan aur meri pyari maam…
Ab hmne ek bigul bajaya na puri hone denge inki hasrat na pure hone denge inke mukaam …
Kyunki inhi ke kadmo me hai jannat yhi bna sakti hai is desh ko mahan…
Bahut hua atyachar mahilao…

Amit Kumar

BBDNITM Lucknow

amitkumarganj@gmail.com

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Without You

Posted: May 17, 2014 by CampusWriting in Contest, Writes...
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My thoughts went back to those days,
When I was happy and in bliss. 
And every word you uttered felt like a first kiss.
You were the source of light 
In my world of dark. 
You were my peace of mind,
When times went hard.
I was lost in your magic.
Gosh, you felt so true.
Times were then happy,
Then everything turned blue.
Now you’re just a dream,
That lasted for
sometime.
As happy days had now ended
slowly turning bitter like lime.
No more do I feel the same contentment.
No more do I dream.
No more do I search for you ,
In every light beam.
Now I live in reality,
Hoping someday you’ll return,
To the girl who still thinks of you 
Even though her heart may still burn…

Asmi Bhattacharjee

Feeling

Posted: May 16, 2014 by CampusWriting in Contest, Writes...
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Jb bhi badhe ye kadam tb tb manjil hi apna rukh badal deti hai…
Sayad ye meri mehnat me kami ya phir meri kismat ki hi nakami hai….
Har roj sapne buland hm krte hain sapno ko pankh dilane me na koi kasar hm chodte hain …
phir bhi na jane kyun.
Jb bhi badhe ye kadam tb tb manjil apna rukh badal deti hai…
Sayad ye meri mehnat me kami ya phir meri kismat ki hi nakami hai….
Jab bhi ye dastaan maine dusro ko sunai hai tb tb maine yahi ek hi mushwara unse pai hai nahi kami tere is kismat ki teri asaflta to teri km ki gai mehnat ne hi dilai hai….
phir bhi ye sb sun kr na milta is dil ko sakoon aur ye dil kahta hai beta tughe to bhagwan ne hi kismat baat te samay kanjoosi dikhai hai….
Jb bhi badhe ye kadam tb tb manjil apna rukh badal deti hai…
Sayad ye meri mehnat me kami ya phir meri kismat ki hi kami hai….

Amit Kumar

BBDNITM Lucknow

amitkumarganj@gmail.com

Fashion Unveiled

Posted: May 15, 2014 by CampusWriting in Contest, Writes...
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Fashion is so overrated nowadays, what is fashionable to me may be a fashion faux pas to someone else, but the trick is to wear something which pleases you as well as the others because face it, no one today dresses for themselves, they put on clothes to impress others so what’s the use if that one thing you are trying to accomplish gets defeated? In between all this the definintion of fashion changed from “wearing anything that’s comfortable” to “wearing something in which people will notice you”. And in that race many people got left behind, wondering when and how they became outcasts because that’s what the other people call them. Not to worry now is the time for the other people to get in line too. First and foremost WHAT IS FASHION? If you think that wearing anything that fits you be it your dad’s jeans and say for instance your mum’s top then no, you are making a huge mistake, this is what fashion was back in the day not now, Fashion nowadays is more like wearing what is in trend and for that you really have to follow the trend. The actual trick is not the dress, well yes it is to an extent, but mostly it is how you carry yourselves and how confident you feel about yourself, that’s actually what defines you, then how you accesorize your clothes that also tells a lot about you, a ring worn in the finger then a bracelet say a lot about you than you actually think, you just put on a hairband or a clip but that also tells a story about how you are? The nail paint you are wearing, the shoes every single thing tells a story, black says you are aggressive, pink you are shy etc. So, now you know that choosing an outfit is not the only difficult thing, how you do your make up. You put on make up or not, what length is you hair, do you or do you not properly groom yourself? And here you thought that just a getting that perfect outfit was the only problem, if you know the whole drill then that will be the least of your problems, and here everyone wonders what takes girls so long to dress up? Well they have absolutely no idea what a war we girls have to go through to get all dolled up and ready to go. 
The fashion ordeal doesn’t only end at the clothes and accessories, the most important thing is you, yourself, how fit you are? How healthy you are? For us girls that also falls in fashion and health tab of our life. The perfect 36-24-36 hourglass measurement is the cliche everyone wants to have and for that you can do about anything. Let me tell you friends its about the ratio and not about the exact numbers you could be 38-26-38 also and you still would be hourglass, why is there this hype? It’s because of misinformation and there are many girls dying due to malnourishment and anorexia to get that so called “zero figure”. Trust me girls there is nothing so beautiful in “zero figure” eat, live life but now that doesn’t mean you go on eating and get bulimia..Haha!! So exercise right and east right to stay fit. And there is also this war for us girls between eating and not getting fat. Even if you don’t have an hourglass figure just try to dress the part by wearing belts that accentuate your waist as you know hourglass is all about the waist, wear dark colour jeans that make you look slimmer then wear heels that accentuate your torso. So, don’t worries if you don’t have it you can still bluff others till you get it! So, here is a part of fashion unmasked. Only a part because to encompass the whole word in itself is a very difficult thing. So from now on just get that lovely dress accessorize properly and accentuate that figure and you get going and no one will call you an outcast any longer and will take you in their group as long as you hold that head up high and stride forward no one will stop you. Picking up that dress and accessories is still easy the difficult part is the being fit part its not as easy as it seems, For all those food lovers out there I pen down the names of some such foods which are fat burners,:
1. Remember when they said an apple a day keeps the doctor away, well I don’t know about the doctor part but they definitely do keep the carbs away! 
2. Almonds and other nuts (with skins intact)
Build muscle, reduce cravings
3. Dairy products (fat-free or low-fat milk, yogurt, cheese)
Build strong bones, fire up weight loss
4. Eggs
Build muscle, burn fat
5. Turkey and other lean meats
Build muscle, strengthen immune system
6. Berries
Improve satiety, prevent cravings
7. Enova oil (soy and canola oil)
Promotes fullness, not easily stored as fat
8. Peanut butter 
Boosts testosterone (a good thing even in women), builds muscle, burns fat
9. Fatty fish (such as salmon, tuna, mackerel)
Trigger fullness, fire up fat burning
10. Grapefruit
Lowers insulin, regulates blood sugar and metabolism; be sure to eat the fleshy white membranes
11. Green tea
Fires up fat burning
12. Chili peppers
Spikes metabolism
13. Spinach and green vegetables
Fight free radicals and improve recovery for better muscle building
14. Whole grains (quinoa, brown rice, whole grain cereal)
Small doses prevent body from storing fat
15. Beans and legumes
Build muscle, help burn fat, regulate digestion
16. Whey
Builds muscle, burns fat.

Whenever you want to eat something deliciously tasty oblige yourself by only one or two helpings if you crave more then remember
A moment on your lips is a lifetime on your hips.
The moment will pass easliy as it had arrived but you have to do a lot of work to remove that lifetime from your hips.So, dress wisely, accessorize properly, and eat healthy and last but not the least stay fit! 

Ishani Dutta

KIIT University

Badalte Dekha Hai

Posted: May 5, 2014 by CampusWriting in Contest, Writes...
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ContestZamaane ki iss adla-badal me
Badlaaw ko v badalte dekha hai…

Raat so paata nahi….
Khuli aankho se har pahar ko badalte dekha hai…

Karwate badal-badal kr
khud ko badalte dekha hai

Machhliyo ke saath-saath us nehar ko badalte dekha hai….
Logo ke saath saath is sehar ko v badalte dekha hai….

Samay to bdlte hi hai…
Humne to zehar ko bhi badalte dekha hai…

Humaari aankho me aakar dekho,,
isne to khuda ki mehar ko bhi badalte dekha hai…

Jhuth sun sun kar,,
Humne sach ko bhi badalte dekha hai…
Har aankh me humne aansuo ke pehluo ko bhi badalte dekha hai….

Chahta hu paana us chand ko..
magar har roj us chaand ko badalte dekha hai…

Chamakte h sitaare gagan me,,
Badalte h mausam chaman me,,
mausam-der-mausam…
Sitaaro ki chamak ko bdlte dekha hai….

Bdlte kalam ke ishaaro me
Humne Kavitaao-Kahaaniyo ko bhi badalte dekha hai….

Har din nihaarta hu iss khubsurat aasmaan ko….
Har roj in hawaaon ke rukh ko badalte dekha hai….

Karwate badal-badal humne
Khud ko bhi badalte dekha hai…… 

Badalte dekha hai..

Rajat Ranjan

NIFT Bhubaneswar

rajatr81@gmail.com

तन्हा हूँ मैं

Posted: May 4, 2014 by CampusWriting in Contest, Writes...
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Contestएक अँधेरी गली ,
गली में जलता बुझता एक चिराग़।
सुनसान राह , हवाओं का शोर।
एक तरफ हवाओं में घुली तुम्हारी खुशबू।
दूसरी ओर बेवफ़ाई का धुंआ।
धुएं में घुटता मैं।
एक यादों का शोर , एक एहसास।
एक विश्वास ,तुम्हारे लौट आने का।
यकीं है मुझे अभी भी।
तुम पर, अपने प्यार पर।
तन्हा-तन्हा सा हूँ मैं।
वक़्त है अभी भी , थाम लो मुझे।
इस धुएं में घुट जाऊँगा।
मैं तन्हां था , तन्हा हूँ ,और.………
तन्हा ही मर जाऊँगा। ………….

सत्यशील प्रकाश

KIIT University

Fed Up Of Cricket… It’s Not Done Yet

Posted: May 3, 2014 by CampusWriting in Contest, Writes...
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Why this article today? What prompted me to write about my love for cricket. These thoughts have been in my mind for very long but why i decided to put them on paper. Let me tell you why. Its because i am fed up of reading articles on why Dhoni should resign, why team india is nothing without Sachin, Dravid, Laxman and Ganguly. How Indian cricket is slowly dying! This weekend we had a chance of winning our first overseas test in 3 years. But we couldn’t win it. Because McCullum’s 300 made sure it didn’t happen. This led to a barrage of articles on Dhoni’s defensive captaincy and his relations with the BCCI president N Srinivasan. The formation of Big 3 has miffed a lot of people. And Srinivasan being made the President of ICC has only added fuel to the fire. But guys if you are angry at the management please don’t take it out on the players. I have seen people tweeting India deserved to loose because of their stance on DRS( (cough *Ashes* cough). Yes i understand if Any other captain had so many overseas loses he would have been sacked. But then that captain must not have been the most experienced player in that side at that moment.

Giving the captaincy to Kohli or Pujara is not that great idea it is being made to. Let them captain in India but don’t expect that Overseas. I started watching cricket during the England tour of India in 2012-13 i haven’t seen the glorious times everyone keeps talking about. I have never seen India win a match in another country but i have seen them reducing Australia to 4-0 when they came to India. I haven’t seen Saurav Ganguly pulling off his shirt and cheering when Yuvraj Singh and Kaif made sure India win the Natwest Series but i have seen MSD dancing like a school girl on winning the Champions Trophy. I haven’t seen VVS Laxman make the glorious 281 batting with the tail but i have seen Dhoni make 224 against Australia with Bhuvaneshwa r Kumar for company in the scorching heat of Chennai. I haven’t seen Sachin Tendulkar’s famous Sharjah innings but Virat Kohli chasing 345 in under 45 overs is kind of making sure i don’t miss anything. I haven’t seen Rahul Dravid’s famous Adelaide innings but when opposition captains talk about Pujara being able to play for days, that gives me hope. I may have missed Virender Sehwag playing Test Cricket like it was T20 but i was there in the stadium when Shikhar Dhawan made his debut.

And let me tell that was SOMETHING! Nearly All legends retired before i started following cricket but i have seen even grown men cry when SRT retired. I know these are tough times being an Indian fan but instead of calling for the resignation of our players, let us just support them. The team is in transition. These are testing times. The golden time of good old days will definitely come back one day. Till then hope for the best and sing “hum honge kamyab ek din!”

Swati Garg

ITM University, Gurgaon

Winner Vs Loser

Posted: May 2, 2014 by CampusWriting in Contest, Daily Quotes, Writes...
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ContestThe winner is always a part of answer, The loser is always a part of problem.
The winner is always having a programme,The loser is always having an excuse.
The winner – “Let me do it for you..”, The loser – ” That`s not my job”
The winner has answer for every problem, The loser sees problem in every answer..
The winner sees green near every sand trap, The loser sees sand trap near every green..
The winner – ” It may be difficult but its possible”, The loser – “It maybe possible but its difficult”..
Now its your turn to choose which category you belong to…

Sirsha Pattanayak

KIIT University

The Precious Gift

Posted: May 1, 2014 by CampusWriting in Contest, Writes...
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ContestSometimes in life, we love the horizon far away from us, but fail to realize that the point where we are standing can be the horizon for someone else.

Gifts and gifts all around me, wrapped in glittering paper. I was about to unwrap the most glittering one, I don’t remember what exactly happened. I realized that I was dreaming and soon that faded away.
While having my morning tea, many questions came to my mind, in a way that did not happened earlier. As if instead of tea, elixir mixed with questions is poured into the cup. The surface of the liquid acted like a mirror that reflected me; the questions tempted me to look into myself. With the dregs left in the cup, I found myself asking ‘What is the most precious gift to me?’ 
May be I dreamt of gifts and that is why this question came to my mind. Of all the questions that I answered, only this one was left unanswered.
My mind behaved in a peculiar way that day, it wasn’t a thing to ponder about the morning itself, but of all the activities I indulged myself in, this question nagged me.
Staring at every other thing, whether I was answering or asking to myself ‘My eyes to look into this beautiful world….’ and then remembering those hymns sung in primary classes ‘the flowers…the birds…the…the…’ and it went on. Turning my eyes on those opulent pieces kept in my house; but now these have become the hackneyed materialistic things for me.
The morning and afternoon passed like sand from my fist but I remained trapped in my own question.

The summer evening witnessed a pleasant breeze, the chirping of birds, the kites flying high in the sky and me in my solitude enjoying this beauty of nature. Suddenly, I caught sight of three little boys throwing stones to a mango tree, to make those mangoes fall onto the ground. I was listening to their conversation; their desire to get those mangoes reminded me of my childhood days, after all children are the nonchalant ones.
They did not seem to belong from well-to-do families; but their vibrant faces riveted me to their conversation.
The stone thrown by one of them surpassed the other, but it accidentally hit one of them. The little boy cried out “Mummy!” He boasted of his father “Wait what he will do to u!” and ran away collecting the mangoes. 
The remaining two boys continued with their endeavour.
Again the stone hit one of them and that too on his forehead. He muttered neither a single word, nor boasted of his father, stood still and looked down. Meanwhile, a woman started shouting at them. The other ran away with the remaining mangoes, while this child leaned against the wall. I rushed down to the boy, gave him few mangoes that had fallen on the terrace. He smiled at me. I asked “Has your forehead got swollen?” He said nothing. 
“Why are you so quiet? Scared of your dad? Will your father scold you?” – I asked.
He in his benign tone replied “My father does not live with me” pointing upwards “He lives there…..in heaven”. I felt sorry for asking such question. He was about to go, but then turned back at me and said “May I ask you one question?”
“Yes”- I replied.
“When people get hurt, why do they call out their mother? Does it reduce the pain?”
I smiled at him and said “Why? Haven’t yet called out to your mother when you fell down?”
He looked up at me “No….I don’t know how it feels. My mother does not live with me. She lives with my father…. in heaven. I don’t know why they left me”.
Looking around when he realized he is getting late “I need to go now. Bye!”
I had no word to speak. I was left lamenting. Tears came to my eyes, but they didn’t had any way to escape.
The buried pain of a three year child answered my question. He made me realize that the best gift to anyone is their parents.
Every time we had fallen, “Maa” was the only word that came out of our mouth. This word relieved the pain, helped us to stand again. 
Though “Maa” came out of my mouth hundred times, but I realized it that day.

Anisha Pal

Jabalpur Engineering College