just another day!

Sometimes even the weather that you always crave for is not good enough to uplift your mood. The breeze with its tender touch was trying hard cheer her up. She turned a cold shoulder to it. The breeze thought of reciprocating in the same way by starting to turn cold. But the only difference being that the breeze was very well aware of the fact that she had always longed for it in this mood only. But the day was different. The more it blew, the more it brought along the memories of what she had left behind. She started hating it for drying up her tears. Her face felt as if it was turning into a stone. The inner thoughts were crying desperately inside to come out. Sitting in the bus, she started looking around, just in case she could get hold of a happy face. She knew somewhere down the line that it was what she wanted a sight of. Because she knew that it was infectious and the very face which was lively could make her happy.
A few minutes passed by, a hawker, who had just entered the bus, was trying hard to convince everyone on board to buy a table mat. Full of zeal, vigour and enthusiasm, the face wasn’t showing even a hint of weariness. He seemed to be bursting with life. This wasn’t for the first time that she was seeing such a hawker but the look on his after no one bought the mat from him was sufficient to make her think twice about travelling in a bus. He was sad, the hawker was sad.
She was eagerly trying to, desperately; find someone who was happy because she wasn’t. She turned back to look for a happy face by any chance. All gloomy faces surrounded her. The search was ending in vain. It seemed as if there was another tunnel at the end of the tunnel. The light seemed as if it ceased to exist. And the ‘rarity’ was now approaching ‘extinction’. The pursuit of happiness was now heading to a dead end.

She just couldn’t see a face..a blissful face.

another CWG article? not really!!

CWG. We all are now well versed with the various full forms that have been given to this acronym. Scams have been the talk of the town; under construction stadiums being reduced to debris after a day of rainfall; Connaught place – once the most sought after shopping paradise, now nothing short of a Sahara desert and a volley of blames being thrown away from one person to another. We have read it all, we have heard it all and we have seen it all. What next? India bidding for 2016 Olympics and getting through? A next series of troubles of another city? A next round of blame game?
Huh..I am sick and tired of this daily dose on CWG fiascos.
But the point that I want to raise here is not this, but the one that concerns me. And I am sure, millions many. While the heart of Delhi, a.k.a CP was still reeling under reconstruction or should I say destruction, a heavily pregnant woman lying in mud puddle gave birth to a child, all that on the busy street of Shankar Market. The woman is no more, while her child narrowly survived the claws of the stray dogs. Seeing beggars on the traffic signals is sure enough a common site, seeing them sleep on the road dividers is usual, homeless drug addicts are just a stone’s throw away but what about this case? They say expect the unexpected, but no I am not ready for this. I am ready to accept my city without lavish stadiums, wider roads, flyovers at every junction, world class public transport. I absolutely love my city – Delhi - for what it is and not what we are trying hard to make out of it. But this incidence is just not tolerable.
I don’t know how I would ever walk through the roads of the same market again. I wish all the time that had I looked over her, she might have been just alive. How could I oversee this? What if I was there at that particular road while she was giving birth? Could things have been any different? It was only after some days that someone came to her rescue. Most of the passers-by would have taken her for another beggar with a baby. But is this any reason for our ignorance? Or are we too busy cribbing about our life, job, and the government?
Any reason surely can’t give an explanation to what happened. And we call ourselves modern, who are so busy in giving a perfect reception to the athletes. While we try to make Delhi into London, lets do the same for the providing the basic standards of living to each of us. Or better still, let’s make ourselves more human to humans. I can assure you, it would not require anything more than love and care.

what is on your mind?

And so she was lost. The presence of 20 odd people around her didn't make matter to her. Lost profoundly in him and in those moments spent with him when they used to hold their hands together and when the time seemed to last till eternity. Her physical presence was almost invisible that evening because she had him deep in her that even the air around her was filled with his scent.

We are often lost, lost deep in our own thoughts. The thoughts that know no boundaries and when all they know is that they are meant to go miles and miles away. Okay, the last line being a bit of exaggeration. But more often than not, whatever percentage of mind that we use, our mind is seldom free..just stating the obvious. What made me mull over such a common instance is that what is it that we think about? Do we keep thinking about the same thing over and over again, until the time we get bored or do we do that because we love it so much which ultimately lets our inner self find solace within. I got no clue. I am stating just some of the many many reasons under the sun for its existence. For some, it might be money, study, friend/boyfriend/girlfriend, family, job, ambition or sex that never lets their mind be free. I don't know what is on my mind that is making me write such a shit. I don't know. But the time when I knew who was in there, he got to know it only to run away as if the place was a prison which was cuffing him down. Only if he could have realized that it was a prison in which I was jailed and not him.

P.S.: Coming to the point, I would lovvve to see your responses about what rules your mind and the reasons behind it!!!

linking of the nodes

Mr.A is our beloved MD teacher. If you haven’t met him, then you have missed out on a conceited and unearthly creature. If you have met him after my recommendation..then well it was only a recommendation. At the end of the day, it was your pick.
So we all have been taught to mug up things, so that they remain on your finger tips. And it is no different with application of cast iron, used in compression. Remember it as C-C (the former C for cast iron, the latter one for compression). Wish I had attended (physical presence is what im referring to..my mind is never there in the class) those relentlessly tedious lectures.
So here it was, my first lecture of MD, his was..ammm..im bad at triple digit numbers.
Hooks material: the blistering topic of discussion.
Question: what is the material of hooks? God!! why do I ever listen to my friends' half baked answers?
Charged as I was (after all it was my first class), I announced uproariously(my friend’s awnswer): Cast iron
A: 'khade ho jao guneet. From which company woood you get it?'
Me: 'sir..mm..Jindal Steel..'
A: 'achha..you woood get a pink slip if you join the company on the very phirst day'
Me: 'why so..?is it coz its a steel company and so it wouldnt make cast iron????'
A: 'so that means you havnt attended my C-C lecture?'
Me: 'mm..carbon copy..?'
Who said there isn’t any short cut to success? When it comes to MD there are, myriad of them. Wish i had realized this earlier..sob sob..

you were a whiff of air

the story started something like this
from the top of a cliff,
standing there, looking at the world beneath
everything gave me a notion of it being swift.

may be that was my ignorance to the world
that was standing right there in front of me,
or my very own self indulgent world
that was more than enough to suffice me.

a sudden rush of wind brushed past my ears
tried hard to whisper what I couldn't hear,
perturbed by its unexpected emergence and hustle
there was a strong feeling of an upcoming tussle.

the stronger it became with each passing second
the better I could make its presence reckon,
feeling its every brush with my hair
I wondered whether it was actually for real.

sometimes it was fierce, cold and strong
sometimes it was tender, velvety and soft,
sometimes I loathed its fierce temperament
sometimes I feared its predicament.

seconds passes by, minutes died a slow death
hours lasted till the eternity's final breath,
with every passing moment that it was there
I could feel a whiff of pleasant air.

but then all in the while that it subsisted
I couldn't think of its non existence,
and then when finally I stand there again
I get a sudden rush of feeling that was sane!!

Life is like that...

There are times when you take an often travelled road to reach your destination but often landing up on a no man's zone which is no where near to where you wanted to reach. There are times when you buy a new dress, just on the basis of its tag, its 'in-quotient', its dirt cheap price or whatever, only to realize later that it could never be worn again and its going to spend its rest of the life in your overflowing cupboard. There are times when you give into the demands of your taste buds, overindulge in all those guilty pleasures and only later to realize the repercussions of overindulgence when the needle of the weighing machine has to bend itself hard to give you a glimpse of your fat. There are times when you start reading a novel purely by being fascinated it by its book cover and after browsing through 10 odd of its pages you realize that you have found a perfect pill for your sleeping disorder.

There are times when tried and tested things go horribly wrong; when rather than discovering your true calling, you go by what others say; when the materialistic beauty is more than enough for you to pin it down to your final choice and when you purely give in to the demands and the pressure of your surroundings.

And there are times when you don't know where your life is heading to, whether it’s all that you had actually longed for. But when you actually get it, you feel like ‘Boy!! This was unexpected but still I am loving it :D’

Life is like that, where things you disliked at the first sight, activities that you found boring and people whom you loathed earlier become a reason for you to look ahead and forward with all that positivity!!

Its uncertain, unthinkable, unpredictable, inconsistence, erratic, spontaneous, fussy, unstable, impulsive and these are the very things I love it for :D.

far away from each other

All you who sleep tonight
Far from the ones you love,
No hand to left or right
And emptiness above.

Know that you aren't alone
The whole world shares your tears,
Some for two nights or one,
And some for all their years.
-
VIKRAM SETH