P08: A rainy day!

A RAINY DAY

The street light flickers and goes off,
But still a beam is seen
Coming from the little lamp burning
Inside a room, where I live.
The rain goes a bit violent,
Pattering increases on and on.
A lightning flashes and I look up,
Thunder echoes but still I'm gazing.
A small raindrop falls on my palm!
It disturbs my gaze,
I abruptly get up and enter my room.
Things appear still the same here,
Blue socks lie in the corner untouched;
And novels peek out from book stacks.
Again a raindrop I feel!
I am surprised, I look all over,
Searching for a piece of cloud
I see nothing.
In perplexity I peek out from the nearby window,
The roads are absolutely dry.
I ask my mom about the rain.
She looks at me in pain,
Holds my hand and puts me infront of glass
I then realise,
There wasn't a rain or a lightening
There wasn't any thunder too
Everything is perfect.
It's me who isn't.
Oh! I am crying...

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WASTED!

Now I feel myself to be an engineer in it's real senses; for I consider myself wasted. It's ironical that we as engineering students never consider ourselves as something great. Guys come on! You are here to create stuff, isn't it too huge a compliment??

It has been one year since I started writing my blog. I am happy on it but i smile to myself on seeing that when i was technically no one i wrote far better. I wasn't this much wasted as today. What my college gave me till now or what i snatched from it was just luxury of not doing anything. I just wanted to rome around for 10 days and give cts for the remainder of days by....  yes 'mugging up'...  a thing which i never did in my life.

Now when i came back to my home, my room, i got reminded of all those things i did in past years when i was alone. I used to read, write, compose poems, even songs... I had that passion for giving myself the comfort i loved. Saddest part of all being that i became lazy at writing :(.  it was the only thing i was never lazy at neither dreamt of being lazy at ever.

So, after one year of starting this blog as a symbol of my passion for literature, i again get back to what i was... The book lover... The storyteller... The solitude loving person who would do the best in her nocturnal time. I want to go back to me! The real one! And I'll....  I'll!!! 

Challenge accepted!
I start again!

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A moment of You and Me!

Cool breeze blew past me. I was sitting silently while there was chaos all around. He was there sitting next to me wearing a sweet cute smile. I coughed a little. My throat was paining badly. He became quite tensed. The love in his heart peeped out through his eyes a little when he looked at me in pity. He took my hand in his and clasped it tightly.

Turning his face he spoke that it doesn't feels good when I am sick. I felt like kissing him but resisted. He held my hand more tightly and it felt a little more strong. I leaned over his shoulder; his face being very close to mine but still his heart being closer. I could hear it beat... Might be for me..Might not also.

I tried to look up a little. I saw him gazing at some random spot while his hands constantly brushed my hair. I turned my head down smiling and closed my eyes. It felt peaceful. Breeze blew in the same fashion but now appeared more soothing. Now, I could even sense his breathe for he came closer. He kissed my cheek gently, gave a peck on my forehead and moved back. I smiled widely and his hands still brushed my hair. After a long while it felt being loved. I never wanted to open my eyes. I never wanted to go anywhere other than his clasp. I never wanted him to leave me. It was my heart not my mouth which spoke 'I love you'. I realised that yes! I do! Truly! He dropped some of my hair behind my ear and I just smiled with shut eyes. Coming near he whispered 'I love you too'! 

There was silence. Only sighs were heard... Of relief... Of love... Love that's pure and forever!
I got apart a little to have a look at him.

I saw him.... And in his eyes.. I saw a new me!!

To the one who knows who he is.
Love u. <3

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FREEDOM -ARE YOU FREE?

Ever since I entered SRM university NCR campus, I got to know about 'Freedom' in it's real sense. Few days back, at home, I was running freely towards freedom and now, at block-A, I have a captivated freedom. I can't observe the night sky now. How stars twinkled and my favourite star choco changed it's position everyday. How I spotted it and glued my eyes to it's beauty for hours for it took me back to my life's most beautiful moments. I miss it when I can't eat breakfast at 1pm and cook maggi at 2 am.

FREEDOM...ahh! Tough word guys. Freedom isn't going to clubs and partying and doing all luxurious stuff. Sometimes it's just the fresh air we breathe. Sometimes it's just that first day when we were given permission to roam in campus. It's just that one ice cream bought at tuesday night. It's that one packet of real pineapple juice which came in canteen after long 2 weeks... I got to understand, what they say about freedom is wrong when they quote "more freedom would turn you into a rebellion". What freedom actually gives is happiness. May it be 1947 or 2015. It nurtures the soul. Always!

The day you aren't asked about the right things you do, you are free.
We all were born free. What captivated us was our mind, our perspective, to look into the world.

So, to all the people who are still in search of freedom,
If you eat sleep and wake at your own will,
If you live a life without thinking about who questions you what,
If you do what your heart feels and feel good about it,
You are free.
Don't search for a thing you already have. Just recognise it. Just live it. Some things aren't made to debate upon. They are just meant to be lived... Freely!

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IIT is just another college...come on!

Roughly, only ten thousand students get selected in IIT every year. Does it means that the remaining students who worked their asses off are not intelligent? If I got 270 in BITSAT does it makes me less intelligent than the one who got 290. Absolutely not.

A great scientists Thomas Edison, while discovering a light bulb stated, "I discovered 99 ways of how to not make a light bulb." Had he listened to the whole world and their moronic statements, I bet he would never have been able to make one. I have a lot of anger inside me right now. It's because of this system of education, which judges a man's brilliance over a sheet of paper. Remember how we used to fight with the teacher for half a mark. Is that of any use? Does sensibility and knowledge stand nowhere? The so called wiser would say that "Yes it has no importance just because it would not make you earn money". If so is the case, why someone said - "Beta kaabil bano. Kaamyaabi jhak maar ke peeche aaegi."

For those who are imagining it to be the writers state of mind, I'd clear it that NO, it's not mine! I am satisfied with what I have for I've been taught to be so. But some people standing next to me have to give the proof of their intelligence and hard work to a bunch of people sometimes referred as family. Family, hahaha, it makes me laugh out loud! Family is a name collectively given to trust and companionship. It is said that when no one stays with you, your family does. But sometimes, it becomes the only thing you want to run away from. If you did not qualify for an IIT or BITS, will you be treated as a prisoner? Would you be just provided with a bed to sleep along with two squares of meal a day? Won't you have any right to expect some love, care and concern? Wouldn't you be allowed to talk to them just because a discussion for you is a debate for them? Is this what we call a family? NO! Rather it's just a group of people who try to hide all the incompetence behind authority. A family is a closed wrist where one supports another and not an open palm where one finger compares itself to another.

OK, so here, my question is, who actually failed? The one who did all the efforts and still couldn't make through it, but never stooped down, or the other people who are not able to accept a simple fact that he just could NOT. In my opinion, of course the latter for the are weak not to accept it and sit with it.

Guys, India is not the only country, B.tech is not the only option and IIT is not the only destination. There's a lot before and after that. Can anyone guarantee me that all IITians are earning great packages?  All IITians are not successful, and all successful people are not IITians. And this is the reason why IITs are getting extremly overrated. Come on! It's yet another college and not a job. You'll have to study there. What IIT ensures you is a quality in everything, not a JOB. Why can't people understand that !

Was Chetan Bhagat a fool to get into IIT Delhi and be a f***ing 9 pointer, then get into an IIM and then work as an Executive Director of a bank in some foreign country, and finally leave everyhing for his passion. No he wasn't. People say he is overrated. He's not. It takes courage to do so what he did. He strove to become kaabil and not kaamyaab, and finally kamyaabi jhak maar ke unke peeche aa hi gyi!!

P.S. I wish you were an S.C. dear friend! You wouldn't have faced this much. That's why reservation actually sucks !

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A night before

It's the last night before my last exam. Lying on my bed alone, I get reminded of all those moments, all those sleepless nights and nervous days which I spent in the past year. Finally, life has taken a turn and bought me to a destination. From here, a new life will start. College life!

It's a happy sad dialogue "New place! New people!“ And now, I'll be also among those who say this dialogue. Most probably, I'll be going to Delhi, SRM modinagar!

Till here, life was easy but now it's gonna be tough and challenging! With every passing day, I have to excel. Now it wouldn't be about coming first in the class. Things would get materialistic. What would matter the most would be money! People would be keen to make competitors and not friends. I doubt myself that would I be able to survive? The answer to these questions only time will give!

Till then, keep calm and enjoy this new life starting from tomorrow.

21 may completes exact one year to my journey. Last year on the same date I started it. I didn't achieve success but I'm happy that I completed it.
Good night.

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Marriage : A topic of endless debate

Last week, I returned from my sisters marriage. In that short span of three days, I saw a women emerging out from a girl. I saw how within a single day, a girl step by step converts herself into a women. But, among this hustle and bustle of satisfying others and pleasing them, she eventually finds herself alone.

I still remember very clearly, my sister before her vidaai said, "it feels like no one is there in this world." You can guess from this single line, what crests and troughs of emotions a girl goes through when she had to leave her home and go to an entirely new world. Old relations are bygones and new one's aren't yet strong. Whom to rely upon? What to do? How to handle oneself?

In this super fast world, one thing is marriage remains unchanged and is likely to remain unchanged forever. It's a crying girl at vidaai. No matter how strong you are, you tend to cry on thinking about this unjust. A girl nurtured by her parents is allowed to leave the house one day with a stranger and what you are left with is the 'punya of kanyadan'. If men and women are equal then still why it happens that only the girl leaves her home. Moreover she is expected to leave all the responsibilities which she has towards her parents. She has to change her name, her attire, her appreance just because now she is a bahu and not a beti. She can't do what she feels like just because she is a bahu and ghar ki izzat.

I am leaving in the middle of this endless debate over marriage.

But still, "why only we?"

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