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TUM

Posted: January 16, 2014 by CampusWriting in Elements @ Sir Padampat Singhania University, Udaipur, Writes...
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Tum Roshani Ho Chanda Ki 
Ya Ho Koi Bahar
Tum Ho Pagalpan
Ya Mera Pahla Pyar…

Tum Ho Sazish Koi
Ya Uthta Koi Sawal
Tum Ho Zindagi Meri
Ya Bund Bund Aur Pyas…

Tum Ho Payal Ki Chamcham
Ya Ho Jhumke Ki Awaz
Tum Ho Ankhon Ka kajal,
Ya Meri Har Ek Saans…

Tum Prem Geet Ho
Ya Shayar Ka Alfaaz
Tum Soch Nahi Ho
Ya Ho Ban Gai Koi Kahani…

Tumse Ab Kese Izhaar Kru
Dil Se Dil Ka Ikraar Karu
Ya Kru Kese Pyar Ki Baat…

Tum Itna Kyu Muskrati Ho
Tum Kyu Khayalo Me Roz Ati Ho
Aur Jhulfo Ko Lahrati Ho
Phir Itna Kyu Tadpati Ho…

Tum Koshishe Iss Dil Ki
Ya Ho Rato Ka Khawab
Tum Ho Rangmanch Ki Kahani
Ya Asal Zindagi Ka Ehsaas…

Tum Ho Dhun Shahanai Ki
Ya Ho Yadon Ki Baraat
Tum Badhata Nasha Ho
Ya Ho Mera Pahla Pyar…
Ya Ho Mera Pahla Pyar…

Prateeti Rawal

Sir Padampat Singhaniya University, Udaipur

prateetirawal@gmail.com

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LE JINDGI TU INAAM ME!!

Posted: October 11, 2013 by CampusWriting in Elements @ Sir Padampat Singhania University, Udaipur
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Hochuki hai puri meri baat ek alfaz me,

me kho chuki lafz mere teri kisi aavaz me,

tu hai gazll me shayr teri ,kbi aa mere khayl me,

ye jaam tera ,sham teri,ye mahfil tere intzaar me,

batmizzi ko meri tune toda galt liya h yar,

mera dil tera,ye jaan teri,

,le jindgi tu inaam me…

Gayatri Choudhary

SPSU, Udaipur

gayatri10294@gmail.com


It was a sunny day, my car was crawling on the heavily jammed road of New Delhi and suddenly it stopped with a jerk. I came out of my thoughts and stepped out to find out what had happened.
Oh! It was an accident, quite normal in metro cities of our India. While I was watching the whole scene many children came and started asking for alms. Heavily jammed roads are their favorite place for the begging industry. I think, I spoke rudely and told them to move away, some of them went, but one was still there.

He stood near me and didn’t say anything, the dirty face of his hand visible as he begged for money. He was continuously staring at me, his eyes piercing my shield, I was completely shaken up.

His eyes said so much to me. In the midst of the entire rich crowd, kicking him, abusing him, he was standing firm and there was so much inside him he wanted to reveal.

AT THAT TIME I REALISED, WHAT IS ‘REAL INDIA’?

It said, real India lives in villages but at that moment I found that real India is seen in eyes of every individual who is striving for something. Real India is fighting to survive. I was sweating abruptly. Hurriedly I went into the car and closed the windows, as if I was trying to blind myself from what I had witnessed now or to my realizations. Thoughts were popping into my head continuously. I portrayed that child in my mind; his face refused to get out of my head. His eyes so curious, his face so sad and desperate, his clothes, torn and hands, dirty. But still he has that attitude, that persona. He was completely portraying the real India. That child was a result of poverty, no care. He was a victim of child labor and no education facility was being provided to him.

Our India is facing this situation which is a problem at a global level. India is dominated by superpowers like U.S.A, U.K., France and many more. Our economy is at its verge, unemployment is at its limits. Despite being the second largest populated country of the world, we are among the weakest and poorest. No doubt we have talent, we have high ambitions, desires and at the same time we are hard working and determined, but the lack of facilities and because of lack of good leaders we are still, after 60 years of independence, a developing country.

It is not only that India is dominated by external forces only, but internally our system is so corrupt that we getting hollowed from inside. Delhi gang rape incident or 2G, 3G scams are some of prominent examples of it. We are busy in fighting ourselves, then how can we face others.

That child on his forehead bore our tricolor. I felt that, that tricolor was ashamed that it could not fill colors in the life of that child. His determination reflected the determination of the youth of India, of future India. But being surrounded by so cruel forces, his hands were begging, not for money, but for freedom, I realized.

Freedom is a thing to apply, to rejoice, to revive and to reform. Yes, he wants to reform our India. So many measures have been taken to make India, a better place.

Anna Hazare’s anti-corruption rally is one that deserves a mention. But now what? No change. Still we stand on the same street.

India is begging to be uplifted, to be developed, but after 60 years also, there are more slaves than fighters in this cut-throat world.

India is getting wounded. We need to develop in all ways, by all means. We need to come together, and work to make our India, that India which will reflect in the eyes of every child, youth or old dreams. That India which I saw in that child’s eyes needs to be transformed, so that we can be on the giving side. The process will be slow, but I am sure we will make one day that INDIA of many DREAMS. Just what is needed is co-operation of every Indian and then we will be nowhere behind in any field.

 That day I too took a vow that I will do whatever I can to fulfill the many dreams I saw in the eyes of that child. I see that time is not far when these hands will not be begging for help but will be involved in  giving happiness around the world.

THE END”

logoPrabhasini Mathur

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https://www.facebook.com/prabhasini.mathur

Creative Writing event @ Panache 2013 by CampusWriting…

(Third Place Winning Article)


Attraction?

Why does it occur?

What happens when we are attracted to someone?

Often we say that we are attracted to somebody even when we have never interacted with that person. We say there is an attraction or infatuation that exists between us. And the reason you give is that you like some of the qualities or the person’s attitude. If you must have noticed that there is a particular feature of the person that we are attracted to like eyes, smile, face, body language, physique and that is because of  how they express. Such as you may like a person’s eyes because of it tells you about his passion, truthfulness, sincerity or may be fidelity, modesty and much more. May be his smile dazzles you because it soothes you, it makes you happy or it charms you because of the innocence it has. His physique shows he is strong, brave or her’s shows her delicateness, naïvety and that is what attracts you. His body language shows he is confident and respects himself and others, her’s shows her grace and charm.

Simple science behind this is ‘vibes’. The vibes of his ‘charm’ (the character that attracts you) matches with your vibes of search. I would simply explain this as you are searching for your counterpart and there are certain basic traits which you wish for; when you find some of them in somebody you get attracted.

Now why doesn’t he or she get attracted to you? There are also two logical reasons for that: first, maybe the person’s vibes are different for you and second the strength of your vibes is not as strong as his or her’s for somebody else. This major fact leads to love triangles or cycles. I know it is not so easy to grasp the above mentioned ‘vibes’ view. So I quote my example.

I like somebody or maybe let us say, I am crazy about him. And I think that is not bad too. I like his eyes because of the wildness, passion and carefree, fun-loving attitude they display. And I like his smile because of the innocence it has. Now I like him too much and over time my vibes have reached him too, so basically he knows I like him. But he doesn’t like me. Maybe because he likes someone else more strongly than I like him.

I have noticed him too much to confirm this.

He is concerned for me but what I feel for him he may never feel. I still like him and will always do no matter how much ever I bluff myself because the vibes don’t end so easily, until they get diverted.

Now what if you find someone and there is resonance?

The bells ring, violins play and you fly higher and higher. You get attracted to the person and he or she  gets attracted to you. Then the search must come to end and you are confident that the vibes are actually getting communicated and reciprocated in the same way and amount. And you are not just a means to their destiny, but YOU are their destiny. And that is when the cupid strikes, love happens, in the simplest sense. This union of soul-mates that leads to ecstasy and satisfaction.

Vasundha Nahar
Sir Padampat Singhania University, Udaipur
vasundha28111993@gmail.com

in collaboration with Elements, SPSU Udaipur

TOPIC: Relationships? Are they about emotions or compatibility?


For once I ask, who are we? Trademarked ruins or a transgressed generation serving as a monolith? With neither sense, nor purpose of enlightenment, why do we meander around the walls of idiosyncrasy?

With silence we reproach from insides, never raising our voices louder than a childish whisper. Just a murmur and we suffice to the sufferings. We subject our wills to be demolished by the storms of suicidal society norms. Similar to a doomed wasp within a candle area, we annihilate ourselves. Self-destruction is what we are talking here!

Us, the would-be-achievers, the Lennon-dreamers we are called, wait! I want to rest all your misconceptions! Give or take a person, we are a mistreated and vile trash. Nothing more than a single insignificant thread in a despicable yarn of threads. We search for our degenerate paradises, deep in our carcinogenic day dreams, and believe that a pseudo world of beauties exist beyond the horizon.

Progressive are those who have bedded solitude in this lamenting wilderness of waste. Rest of us, damned! Owned! Possessed by our own lifestyle, haunted by our own misdoings! We live in a diabolical sea of misshapen dreams and gruesome scars, hiding our battered souls for the crystal perfect world would break if they (read society) know our insides.

Wake up! There are no Lennon’s and no Gandhi’s breathing amongst us. A refuse was what we were, an acceptance is what we will be. The monoliths would soon walk for humanity would not be tainted by one meaty headed generation. Dreamy cages and alternate realities are meant to be stapled. Aim for the stars, only then we will rise from the depths of shallowness and would fall on the Earth. Look beyond the horizons, beyond hells and heavens and look beyond the cauldron of truths and lies. For, what you seek is what you get!


Kalpit Tandon
Sir Padampat Singhania University, Udaipur

kalpittandon@gmail.com
kalpit-tandon.blogspot.com

in collaboration with Elements, SPSU Udaipur

TOPIC: I am my own hero

 


Main daudta hua Kolapur station par pohncha, wahaan meri train ” Kolapur Express” Lucknow jaane ke liye khadi thi. Tabhi TT ne green flag dikha diya and main bhagta hua train me chad gya jabki mere pass koi ticket bhi nahi tha, aur chada bhi toh kahan A.C coach me…!!

India me sab kuch JUGAAD, PEHCHAAN and CORRUPTION ke dam par ho hi jata hai, yeh baat main boht ache se jaanta tha, isiliye itna nishchit tha. Main khud corruption ko badhava nahi deta but uss din mera Lucknow jana boht hi zaruri tha. Mere dad ki tabiyat kaafi naazuk thi and maa bhi ghar par akeli thi isiliye maine ” PITRI DEVO BHAVA” ko mahatva diya aur seat no. 5 par let gya. Kuch der baad mere saamne ek mahashay apne doston ki toli ke saath akar baith gye. Sundar si dress aur nawabi andaaz dekh kar main samajh gya ki bhaiyaji Lucknowi hai. Thodi der baad unhone apna khane ka basta khola aur sabhi doston mein baatne lage. Samose , Kachori aur Mithayon ki bharmaar thi. Khane-pine ke kaafi shaukeen lag rhe the. Aakhir me mujhse bhi puch liya, ” Arre Bhaiya..! Bimar ho ka..? Lete kahe ho..? Baith jao tanik batiyaao humse, Lo samosa khao..! ” Unke chehre ki muskaan dekhkar main mana nahi kar paya. Kya pata woh mere dad ki bimari ke baare me jaan gye the..? Unhone fir pucha ,” Itni chinta mein kahe ho…? ” Maine unhe apne dad ki haalat ke baare me bataya but woh santusht nahi hokar puche, ” Puri bimari ke baare me batao..? “

Mere saamne dad ka chehra agya and aankhon se aansu chalak pade, yeh dekhte hi unhone mere kandhe par haath rakh diya, maine bola, ” Unhe BLOOD CANCER hai..!” and I started crying like a five year old. Pura mahaul tense ho gya, Unhone kaha ,” Chinta mat karo..Bhagwaan sab thik kar denge..!” And then he hugged me very tightly. Unke ek dost , who considered himself very smart, immediately bole ,” Bhagwaan bharose kuch nhi hoga , Inhe ek ache doctor ki zarurat hai..! Bhagwaan par toh mera vishwas hi nahi rha. Agar woh hote toh apke Pitaji ko CANCER thodi hota..! Kya unme itni bhi daya nahi.”  Bhagwaan me logon ki naastikta dekh mujhe boht dukh hua, Tab tak main dad ke gham se bhi bahar agya tha aur unki baaton ko dhyaan se sunne laga. Woh sab aapas me bol rhe the, ” Jo dikhai nahi deta, Jo kabhi nahi milta, Jisse baat nahi kar sakte , Usko kaise accept karle..? Kaise maan le ki woh hai..? “

Main unki baatein ek dam patiently sunta rha, Jab sab chup ho gye, toh maine kaha,”Mahashay..! Kya aapki shaadi ho gayi hai..? ” He said, ” Haan..! Aur do bachche bhi hai..! ” Itne mein TT sahab agye aur humari baaton ko dhyaan se sunne lage, Main bhi itna busy ho gya tha ki bhul hi gya ki TT sahab wahan par the. Maine bola,” Kya aap apni wife and bachchon se niswarth prem karte hai..? “

” Haan karta hun..! Boht pyaar karta hun..!” Phir main bola, ” Yahi toh ishwar ka roop hai..! Woh ek meim anek hai, anek mein ek hai..! Aap bhi naastik nahi hai, bas aap shyad bhagwaan ke anek roopon se parichit nahi hai..! VISHWAS, AASTHA, PREM, NISHKAAM KARMA..! Yeh prabhu k bhin bhin roop hai..! Kya kabhi apne in sab ko raaste par ghumte dekha hai..? Kabhi baat ki hai..? Kabhi mile hai..? Phir bhi aap yeh sari cheezen accept karte hai. Puri duniya mein aisa koi insan nhi jo isse juda ho. Jiss tarah aap hawa ko dekh nahi sakta but you can still feel it, the very same way there is THE ALMIGHTY..! Unhe aap har pal apni zindagi mein mehsus kar sakte hai…!

Dudh se makhan mathne par nikalta hai..! The very same way when u centrifugate the soul of a person , You find HIS presence..! Iss tarah se dekhe toh iss duniya mein koi bhi nastik nahi hai, its just that people are not aware of the differnt forms of HIM..!

TT sahab yeh baat sunkar, boht impress huye and he didnt fine me a single penny..! Moreover, He made a ticket for me..! Baaki log bhi vaad vivad ke baad shaant ho gye, aur mera station agya..!

Jab main ghar pohncha toh mere dad aakhri saansein le rhe the….

Main unka haath pakadkar bola,” Pitaji..! Bhagwaan itne dayawaan kyun nahi hai..? Apki bimari thik kyun nahi kar dete..?”

Woh bole,” Pagle..! Unki hi toh daya hai ki marne se pehle tera chehra dekh liya, aur yeh toh mere karmon ka fal hai, ISME BHAGWAN KA KYA DOSH..? And it is just the soul leaving the body..!

Unhone mere sar par haath rakha aur unki aankhen band ho gyi….

Main unhe dekhta reh gya…unka haath mere sar se girne laga…lekin maine usse pakad liya aur apne sir par fir rakh diya…

Yeh sab dekh kar meri MAA shock ho gyi, aur foot foot kar rone lagi..! Phir thodi der baad meri aankhon se aansun girne lage aur unke seene pa sar rakh kar, I hugged him very tightly and I could only echo his last words..!

Anupam Mishra

Sir Padampat Singhania University, Udaipur

anupammishra100@gmail.com

in collaboration with Elements, SPSU Udaipur

TOPIC: What I Learnt in those 5mins


Kya bataun tumhe mere sapno ka jahan kaisa tha….
Dil main basi khusi aur wo chehre pe muskurahatshayad main us jannat ki dehliz pe rehta tha..

Har din ka ujala jaise ek nayi jindge ka farman hota tha aur uski ek hasi pe ye dil har baar kurban hota tha…
Unki ek jhalak ke liye ye aankhen roz samay se pehle khulti thi…
Tabhi toh shayad ye class main sirf unhe he dundha karti thi…
Unke intejar main ye dil aise dhadhka karta tha…
Jaise har ek lamha ek arsa laga karta tha…
Unka mujhpe gussa karna ek apne pan ka ehsas dilata tha…
Unka pata nhi par mere liye toh sirf ye unke liye mere pyar ko bhadata tha….
Unki aankhon main maine apne liye pyar ko dekha tha..
Sacchayi ke wo askon ko unki baton main rehte dekha tha…
Keh na pate thay jo hum wo bus ek nazar he keh jati thi…
Aage baithe wo yun peeche mud ke dekha karti thi…
Sapno ke us jahan main sirf khushiyon ki mehfil sajti thi…
Kyunki gum ke sagar ko wo apne dil main dabakar rakhti thi…
Unko chodne ke chakkar mein main roz uncle se dant khata tha…
Par phir bhi un uncle pe na jane kyun itna pyar aata tha…
Sapno ke us jahan main shayad poora jee chukka hun main…
Shayad isiliye sapno ke uss jahaan ko sab kuch de chukka hun main…
Apno se jyada main unki khushiyon pe dhyan deta tha…
Ab aur kya bataun mere sapno ka jhan kaisa tha…

Abhishek Kumar
Sir Padampat Singhania University,Udaipur 
abhishekmr280@gmail.com

in collaboration with Elements, SPSU Udaipur

TOPIC: Relationships? Are they about emotions or compatibility?


Naadani ka manjar tha wo ya tha kuch aur ki,
Hosh ki ye duniya begani si lagti hai,
Sab kuch hote huaye bhi khushiyon ki phir kyun kami lagti hai,
Wo ladna wo jhagdna wo roz savere unke ek didar ke liye tadapna,
Kyun main us naadani ke manjar main nhi jee sakta hun,
Kyun main iss hosh ki duniya ko apna nhi keh sakta hun,
Wo ruthna wo manana wo dil ki baat ko dil main he dabana,
Unki khushi main apni khushi ko pana agar yahi naadani ki duniya,
Toh hosh ki iss duniya main pyar he kitna hai….??
Naadani ki us duniya main na koi apna tha na koi paraya,
Jo mila jindagi ne usse he gale milaya,
Jab se hosh sambhala hai es duniya main sirf dukh aur dard he paya hai,
Jo kabhi apne they unhe paraya he paya hai,
Saalon ki dosti ko pal bhar main tutte dekha hai,
Bhaiyon ko aapas main phir kyun ladte dekha hai, 
Kya isi ko kehten hain hosh sambhalana,
Naadani ki seekh ko duayein main udate jana,
Wakt ka manzar bhi kuch iss kadar ghumta hai,
Sapno ke mehal ko choor karta nikalta hai,
Khwabon ki koi pohonch nhi hai iss hosh ki duniya main,
Phir kyun insaan naadani ki us duniya main sapne bunta phirta hai,
Shabdon ke mayno ko hamesha galat he kyun samjhta hai,
Naadani ke us manjar ko hamesha kosna hota hai,
Nahi chahye mujhe teri yeh hosh ki duniya,
Mujhe toh de de bus meri pyari purani duniya,
Naadani ka manjar tha wo ya tha kuch aur…  

Abhishek Kumar
Sir Padampat Singhania University,Udaipur 
abhishekmr280@gmail.com

in collaboration with Elements, SPSU Udaipur

TOPIC: Grey

 


‘Sorry’ is a little word for whatever happened…
I walk everyday wid dreams dat shattered…
There are many whom i foed or friended…
U are a dear one whom i never offended…

Somewhere sometimes u get wounded by my scars which didnt healed…
I took a moment of joy from u …so thats why i kneeled…
My dear friend im glad u adjusted…

U indeed are a dear one whom i never offended…!!!

Abhishek Kumar
Sir Padampat Singhania University,Udaipur
abhishekmr280@gmail.com

in collaboration with Elements, SPSU Udaipur

TOPIC: What I Learnt in those 5mins


As the golden day passes by…
My urge to see you makes me cry…
Cruel sun… shines harsh on me
And evenings are on what not to be
Midst of all what makes me see
Your buttery eyes the joy for me
From morning seven to evening nine
More tears roll down but I am fine
Why is it so difficult for you to feel?
What’s inside me and urges u to appeal
They make me crazy I try not to see
Your buttery eyes d joy for me
I know it well I’m not the one for you
That day will come which ends blue
Am I deaf or blind to see?
What’s shouting within n wants to get free
Or is it you who’s binding me…
Your buttery eyes d joy for me
The questions are more and answers few
That black in me grew and grew
All those ugly shades of colour
My spirits getting as more duller
What only puts me on and on
Is the melody of your hearts chiffon
My only thing and hope of glee
Your buttery eyes… The joy for me

Abhishek Kumar
Sir Padampat Singhania University,Udaipur 
abhishekmr280@gmail.com

Contest :  It will heal with time ;Maybe|

in collaboration with Elements, SPSU Udaipur