khwaab marte nahin

dreams never die
dreams are not like hearts, eyes or breath
which shatter into pieces and scatter
when the body dies
but dreams never die.

dreams are like light, songs and breezes
which the blackest of mountains can not block
nor burn out in hells of tyranny
they are banners that flutter in song and winds
they mount scaffolds with their heads held high.

dreams never die
dreams are words, dreams are light
like Socrates they drink cups of poison
and like mansoor thy mount the gallows with a smile. - Ahmed Faraz

LiNeS tHaT i CoUlDn'T ChAnGe !!!

people go far
away from you
you start wondering
what went go wrong
and the past becomes
a pleasant song.

longing to go back
to go back where it all started
when you could get my unspoken words
those times, those images
are now getting blurred.

am still there
where you had left me
shaken and broken by your abyss
the deep carved memories
of you
just refuse to make way for bliss.

after life

When the wind whispers in your ears
when the moon smiles at you,
just believe that its my voice you hear
and i am here right next to you!!
When the night falls around you
close your eyes,
its not an illusion that you are dreaming
its really me!!!
I love you I always will
far from here and eternity!!
though it seems that its the end
you will know it has only begun!!

GeT a LiFe!!!

How does it feel when someone comes up to you and say that you were the source of inspiration for him/her to do something? You feel nice, amazing, overwhelmed on hearing that people are following your foot steps. Well that is what most of the people around me behave on being at the receiving side (being referred to as a role model that is). But not me for sure. What I can’t understand is that why do people actually wait to get influenced by others to do something? Why can’t they explore things around them and try out those things on their own? It pisses me off big time, when someone tells me that they started doing something because of me. I listen to some particular music/singer because that makes me hum along with it, I like visiting monuments because I am curious to know about the history (who knows I might just get to know about my past too ;)), I like reading because reading stories takes me into a different world all together, I like watching movies because I like watching drama (and having popcorns ;)) and I like writing blogs because I just like it. The same might not work for the other person. But there is a breed doesn’t bother to think and just start doing it because they saw some one doing it and found him/her cool, intellectual..whatever!!. Getting influenced or making an impact onto one's life with my ideologies aint my cup of tea. Neither do I appreciate it. Individuality is what that matters. Doing what you believe in, identify with - should hold the utmost priority. People would keep coming into your life, keep influencing you now and then and make you drift and shift away from what you had set out to do..unless and until you refuse to take your stand.

Think over this, whether you still want to influence people or get influenced by them but don't get influenced, even a bit, by what ever I had written ;).

An evening in Chawri Bazar

It was yet another evening with everything usual about it. The only thing bugging my mind was my bank account's poverty-stricken and recession affected condition which has been actually deteriorating day by day (thanks to my shopping fiascos). Making few, quick bucks was on the top of mind, so that is when I thought of collecting my old, torn, worn, neglected engineering books and sell them off in chawri bazar. After much hard work and weight lifting (an average engineering book weighs around 1 kg), I headed off to chawri bazar and what a journey it was!!
It was a smooth and merry ride till came the narrow by lanes of my destination. The place was over flowing with rickshaws, bicycles, scooters, redis, cows, buffaloes and cars (and that too not with nanos..but full blown sedans and SUVs). The sight of meagre 8 feet road accommodating every possible medium of transport was actually appalling. And if this wasn't enough the road even had temporary and shift-according-to-convenience road divider of redis. Why the hell on this earth (chawri bazar in this case) did the planners (if they ever existed) put everything at one place. Name what you want and I bet nothing can beat Chawri bazar. Have a marriage..get the cards printed, doing engineering..what better place to buy books at reasonable price, need to fix up your car..get tools, steel rods..blah blah, your taste buds in dire need of finger licking food..dont even think twice before heading here..you can get chats, fast food joints, kachoris at every second shop. Visit the place at around Id, never before would you have tasted better mutton. If India is a land of diversity then Chawri Bazar for sure is the land of shopping diversity. The place looks like a big open mall where you can find everything you need or desire. And this being the primary reason for the place being overtly congested. The smoke of vehicles got me close to my first major asthmatic attack. Even the two layers of thick hanker chiefs couldn't help my cause. Twice my slipper came off and fell on the road while I was on my scooter and all thanks to the over congestion, it was as hard to find as it is to find your kumbh ke mele mein bichada hua bhai/behen. If that wasn't enough to test my nerves, then came the final nail in the coffin when my jeans was ruthlessly torn apart by some 3 feet long iron rods which were being carried by a 1.5 feet wide rickshaw. I know torn jeans are ‘in’ but this wasn't exactly the way I wanted them. Moving over the pot holes and getting a jerk at an average of 2/sec, I finally reached my destination and made a handsome money of Rs.500 (during a financial crunch, even this much looks fab). Grabbing the money and books I finally and quickly turned to make an exit. I wasn't expecting the return journey to be any smooth. To my amazement (bewildered by the initial route, I took a new one this time even though a major risk it was), it was the other way around. It was not exactly bad as I had thought, until I reached a lane with three cows standing across the street, not even leaving an iota of space to go through. As my luck would have it, I had to go back by the route I came from, which was buzzing even more. Afraid of loosing my hard earned money in the mad rush, I safely put it in inner shirt's pocket.
While on my way to home, I came across a billboard saying 'hum badlenge to badlegi delhi'. I wonder how far this is true. All right, agreed that we make the place we live in but while we are doing our bit towards the society (I never throw waste on the roads, never spit, take care of street dogs, plant trees, avoid vehicle whenever possible), aint it government's responsibility to at least have a look at this situation, to restore the old charm of Chawri Bazar, to make it look like what it used to be..of beautiful tombs, darwaze, mosques. This metro clearly aint helping the cause.
The 2 hour journey which was supposed to be of 1 hour finally ended but not before making me feel nauseating, thinking and short of fresh breath. But then, I took out my Rs.500 note, felt its warmth, and basked in the glory of earning my hard earned money!!!

just one job

Maruti, Infosys, Kukuku or is it Kukoku..err..I guess its kukuko. Well, who cares..people just want a job. The above mentioned names are companies which have visited my college for the placements thus far. Boy!!..people are actually getting despos..for a job, I mean to say(except for some carefree creatures like P.J).
Anyways..I was wondering and pondering over the reasons, as to why we need a job. Listing down some(refraining from the usual stuff):

1. No clue about the future. With a job in hand, you would at least have one. So what, if it is bleak!!
2. Enough of college life. Its time to get pro. So what, if being a pro would make you a self centered, inhuman and a shrewd person.
3. Enough of living on parents salary. So what, if your parents are super rich who can feed you throughout your life.
4. Move away from parents, friends, yourself. So what, if the last time you went away from home for a week..you broke down the very next day.
5. Want a change. So what, if the very same change is going to bug you down after just few months.
6. Want to be with new set of people. So what, if those very new faces would be first one to back stab you at you every step.

Well I any day and any time would fall in to the first category..going the way the flow of the river is taking me to. Making least bit of any effort, what-so-ever to change its direction..
Which category do you fall into? or did I miss out on your kind.
Suggestions are more than invited.. =)

P.S. People seeking a job presently, take this bit of free advice..stay away from this post ;).

beginning of an end or an end to a beginning?

Why we are sceptical and uncertain towards any change that crops up in our life? Wouldn't it be too boring if everything was repetitive and monotonous; meeting the same set of faces daily, going to the same place to study/work, having the same plain yellow dal for dinner. Well, don't know about others, but for me a change after every short period of while is a must. But that is a different thing that I am the first one to break down when they actually knock at my door ;).

So, after spending 4 long years (19% of my life; please do not take me as a nerd..was just emphasizing the time I had depleted) doing B.Tech, I am desperately looking forward to welcome a change. One main reason being that I do not see myself evolving further (so that means that the role of college life is over..saturated..exhausted, it made me what I am today). Further avenues untouched, unexplored, unimagined await me, bait me. This by no mean means, that I wouldn't miss my college. It was full of fun, bonding, bunking, photo shoots, pleads for phokat ki attendance, movies, momos, cuppas, photostats, arguments, clashes, bitching( girls and bitching go hand in hand. 60 girls, 120 hands..now imagine the level and amount of bitching). Though I wish it was co-ed (neighbouring college crowd made the situation even worse =P).

It took me a good amount of time to come to the terms of the change when the school life ended, hope things do not repeat themselves this time. Hope I don't get lost when it actually ends, and go into seclusion.

4 amazing years they were after all =).