Reproduced Imagery

“If you see the world in black and white, you’re missing the important grey matter.”

Similar is the motif. Journalist Sydney J. Harris once quoted as saying, “The whole purpose of education is to turn mirrors into windows.”

The line may seem complex on reading once or maybe twice, however isn’t so abstract after the third. Looking into the mirror one may get eyeful of oneself, which limits our view to become a social evil, to become full of “me”.

However, education makes us clairvoyant. It fades the mirror to become window, provide with the much needed perspective and an outward look. The view of the horizon of opportunities, through the window of education is serene, (Yes, despite of the concrete monsters, having a tendency to block the view) just like the opportunities one gets on gaining higher education.

However, the students now know failure isn’t an option but an inevitable truth. We all are set to chase down our dreams, to become leaders of tomorrow.

Abhishek Mantri

SPC, Pune

abhishekmantri9@gmail.com

Convivial Relationships

What’s being a friend when you’re not there for each other at your worst?

This quote above just passed me by in a column I was reading with just an eye open, and soon as they hit my head, I couldn’t stop my thoughts from running helter-skelter.

Sometimes, it’s so hard being who you are and finding who you are, that maintaining friends becomes a little tricky! Somehow I always have managed to get some real personalities – maybe by people pleasing, or being goofy – who till date I etch onto. There are so many instances in my short life of 20 years that I have witnessed such humbleness of these wretched souls that it’s scary.

We all have certain traits and the beauty of being friends with different humans is the end result. It’s such a beautiful amalgamation of emotions, so raw and undermined. That sort of understatement is what everyone longs and it beckons everyone in the back of the head, like a burning sensation.

We all crave that sort of a relationship with a soul, where there is no surreptitious behavior, no malice and any kind of negativity. One said truly that when you have good friends, you don’t need any other mean of entertainment. Such joys, of having that person in your life where you can be goofy and still not give a damn is so appealing to me, and I guess anyone. Because let’s face it, no one likes to be judged!

My own friends are such drastic ends of a spectrum, they’re scattered in every dimension I can think of. Some, have famously become infamous, and the others, well, are still with me. I’m picky about the people I like to hang around because it is indeed disheartening to have someone be your friend and use your name in a derogatory manner. I think that sort of a negative environ is not and should not be entertained.

Rants after rants, I can say that I love myself more than my friends I’ve come to a conclusion that I owe so much of my personality to these souls I’ve come across because, it is of their immense criticism and clandestine behavior, I am what I am.

And I’m happy that this essay has no head and no tail, because I feel when you plan what you want to write, it becomes sketchy. I like it that it is crude, fibrous, and callow because for me, that is the essence of friendship.

Here’s to being a friend, forever and ever

Devesh Baheti

Institute Of Aeronautical Engineering

deveshbaheti84@gmail.com

TODAY TOMORROW YESTERDAY

Tuesday the 29th of April – 201412.15 A.m.

Why it is so that every other love story that we read have a happy ending. Is it so that life always follows the trend that if today it’s sadness then tomorrow it’s gonna be happiness. Can this trend ever stop?
Real life love stories are very different from the fiction ones, but we realize that only at the end, during the whole time we keep asking our self a question that is the story which I am reading somewhere depicts my own real life story too, I believe that it’s just a matter of fact that happiness brings people close but sadness closer, when we read about someone we start keeping our self in their shoes, we become the protagonist of the story, at times we cry, at times we laugh, at times we become sad and the very moment we become happy, our emotions plays a melodrama in front of us which changes with the changing pages of the story book.

But we often forget that one’s own life is a best seller novel indeed, hundreds of stories are hidden in there, every day we experience some strong emotions but sadly we don’t give emphasis on our own story and to keep us busy we start reading someone else’s.

Life is full of irony, the face off with which I just had a few minutes back I was reading a novel by a much cherished and acknowledged author “Ravinder Singh” CAN LOVE HAPPEN TWICE. At times while reading it I had this strong feeling that hey is it my story too but the very next moment I realized that naah it’s just another love story. I came across a few quotes in the novel which I found interesting and thought about sharing the same over SMS with two of my friends, one of whom was my good friend and the other was the gal I loved the most in my life.

“Love like life is so insecure it moves in our lives and occupies its sweet space in our hearts so easily, but it never guarantees that it will stay there forever. Probably that it why it’s so precious”

Just after sending the quote over SMS I came over a section in the novel where Simar finally tells Ravin that she is sorry and she can’t marry him.

Strangely at that sudden moment I found my cel having received a SMS from her, I had mixed feeling coz from the last few months things were not going the way they should had been, but still I was smiling probably over my fate that awaited or coz of the fact that whenever I use to remember her a smile use to spread on my face. But tonight my smile faded, faded the very moment I read the contents of the SMS, a tear rolled down from my eyes, the sight began to become hazy and I felt choked. The tear dried on my cheeks even before falling on the ground, probably because I had cried for her a hundred times before and tonight was the last time I did or probably not. The contents of the massage were piercing every single living cell in my body with every single word with which they were formed and read as follows.

“I am going to get married on 1st of May 2014 and I will be discarding my this number from tomorrow, I am in Varanasi right now will talk once I come(god knows coming where she meant) or will call you from my new number if I happen to take one.”

The very moment and all I could manage was to send her a reply SMS. “Can we talk now?”

That was the least that could have been asked for as that little mattered the most to me at that moment, my life was being held by a thin thread of hope. But I was far away from being lucky, lucky not even for once.
I was constantly turning in my bed, I was restless and sleep was miles away from my eyes, I was waiting for her reply and time began to move in slow motion then I decided to complete the last few pages of the novel while waiting for her reply hoping that at the end every love story have a happy ending and so will mine,but I was wrong. Reality had put a tight slap on my face when I realized that at the end every other love story do have a happy ending but not mine!

In that short span of time I had read that SMS numerous times hoping that on opening the SMS next time some miracle will happen and that SMS may turn out tobe one of the forwarded SMS but no reality is certain and does not changes to the likes and dislikes of human being.

I kept rolling on the bed with my eyes wide spread hoping to find that inner peace so as to aid me in getting some sleep but every attempt of mine got failed and finally I decided to bring my heart out in the open, sadly on paper as at that time of the night I was lonely, I had no one to talk to or the one who was, was the reason why I was in urgent need to calm down my heart beats…………..

Tuesday 29th of April 2014 01.05 A.M.

P.S.Sleep still miles away

Sumit Keshan

sumitkeshan@hotmail.com

ये आज क्या हुआ ?

एक रोज जो ‘जिंदगी’ ने दी थी गवाही, मेरे ख्वाब के सच होने की
आज जब पहुचा ‘अदालत –ऐ-जिंदगी’ मे तो , बयान से मुकरने लगी ।

सोचा था जो… ये हवाए , परवाज़ देंगी मुझे ‘मंजिल की दिशा’ मे
आज जो उड़ान भरी तो , अपना रुख बदलने लगी ।

गुमान था…. जिस ‘दोस्ती’ पर ,कहते थे यार जिनको
आज जब मुश्किलों से सामना हुआ तो , दोस्ती दगा देने लगी ।

कहती थी… जो ‘रात’ मुझसे ,मेरे ख्वाबों को सहेजेगी
आज जब ख्वाब पूरा होने को हुआ तो , सुबह को बुलाने लगी ।

सँजोये रखा था… जिस ‘दर्द’ को , के लिखेंगे कभी ‘मरहम की स्याही’ मे डुबोकर
आज जब ‘विशाल’ लिखने बैठा तो , स्याही सूखने लगी ……..

Vishal Maurya

Zakir Husain Delhi College, DU

inspartec@gmail.com

Price of your Dreams

The daughter lay on the bed facing her pillow, deep in the vividness of her thoughts.
Her mother asked, ” What is that you dream about?”

“Dream? I’m trying not to dream. There’s always a price you have to pay for your dreams.” She mumbled from inside the pillow.

“Aren’t you paying a price right now, for not dreaming?”
She sat up this time.

“Then which price is higher? Should I dream or should I only live what life brings to me?”

“Life will bring to you what you desire. The choice is between the price you pay for following your dreams and the price you pay for giving up on them. Come, lets go shopping.”

The two went into an expensive shop. The mother told the daughter to look for something that fits her perfectly. The daughter followed. She was surprised at the perfect fit and the high quality of the cloth. She felt confident wearing it.
Then the mother told her to abandon that dress and look for one which was a size bigger. The new dress hung loose on her. She did not look very pretty in it neither did she feel comfortable. The mother asked her to buy the loose dress.

“But it doesn’t even fit me, mother. Its of no use.”

“So what? It covers you, that’s the purpose right?”

“No that’s not the soul purpose. If it was so, why don’t I drape a cloth around me. That would cover me equally well.”

The mother then asked the shopkeeper the price of both the dresses. “The price is the same. They’re both equally costly, the only difference is their size.” Replied the shopkeeper.

The mother explained, “Living your dreams and giving up on them both have a high price to pay. Only one is a perfect fit and elevates you, while the other, as you said, is of no use to you.
When you did not give up on the dress even when I insisted, why give up on your dreams for any reason in the world?”

The mother is right. She teaches not only the daughter but us all a lesson. There is always a price to pay, it is on you to decide what it has to be paid for.

Go on. Dream freely. Live your dream. Then dream again.

Soumyaa Verma

Faculty of law, MSU, Vadodara