Darkness signified!

All we want is to hide in dark.

Starry moonless nights awaits
Inside thirst and hunger stakes.
Stepping up and down with mark.
All we want is to hide in dark.

Robbers, mongrels and scoundrels
Pave way to wipe away Federal
Make plans to rob in park
All we want is to hide in dark

Secrets Betrayals Stabbing Hard
Watching emotions, keeping a guard
Having untold stories to hark
All we want is to hide in dark.


Mistakes forgiveness misery sorrow
Attributes of anthropology and borrow
Time ticks in conspiracy or lark
All we want is to hide in dark.

Gust of winds blowing and hurling
Closed eyelids and eternal feeling
No bustle of wars or dogs bark
All I want is to hide in dark.

Random Thoughts!

What we think never happens and that is the beauty of life, full of surprises- no matter good or bad. It keeps an individual get going in all domains and gives a reason to live. Had it been monotonous, there would have been no definitions to success. Such instances are rife but our preoccupied mind finds it hard to grasp and manipulate. We never try to learn things from our mistakes. Instead we embrace it as non-resistant zone for ourselves. As I said examples are rife, you don't need to find any, you may be one of them!
A fanciful day may embellish your life and you feel like everything is great and I am on the top of world. But when we are down in dumps, we generally curse everything around us and feel the turmoil inside to be the most prevalent and witness an unprecedented control over us. This may be acceptable at times but if it lasts longer then definitely you are in a trouble.
It is a naive human tendency which makes them a prey to niche things. They see what they want and relate every happening to their interest. Nothing substantial can be achieved by seeking temporary feel-good factor. It takes you to utopian state and you start receding from reality. Best thing to curb anything is to avoid it. We all think the same! Comparison between two states is not at all fruitful unless it is between bread and butter and not earth and sky. Walking in someone else's shoe defies any argument of not considering the other side of view. The matters that lay buried deep in the heart swallows and make them shallow. Not everyone can live to our expectations and hence we should accept the reality rather running from them. But accepting a reality and forgetting it are two different issues. The former is the solution and latter an intense form of problem. A person who can see the reality is the one who is most successful; they don't seek pleasure in futile things. Instead they know what they want and how they can get it. May be two or three years down the lane, they will struggle but after that world welcomes them with open arms. Now it is up to them to reflect the same or to turn the head around.

Junior year - stagnancy!

One more year passed and marked its significance in my diary. I just totally loved this year. Had some of the amazing things to learn, to enjoy, to cry, to fight, to forget and to live.

A gust of wind it was
Intricated with downs and ups
Incomparable merries and worries
Reached zenith scaling skies
Then down to dearth and drown
In vastness of deep blue ocean
Swirling motions hurled me around
Fighting was waste as it sound
Victory is futile to celebrate
If it comes with adage in crate.

Gongs roared again!

(This blog post is not intended to hurt sentiments of any caste, person or community. It is purely based on an individual thinking. We, the citizens of India are living in a democracy and that Democracy endows us with Right of Expression and Speech under Article 19. This article is not aimed at disturbing security of the State, public order, decency and morality, defamation, incitement to an offence, and sovereignty and integrity of India.)

Here again we witness the upsurge from Gurjars. Reservation is the issue burning whole country right from 1950 when our Constitution took its first breath. Who would have thought that initiatives taken to look into grievances of lower caste people and giving them unfair advantage to uplift their social status will one day mould into habit of creeping along with crutches of reservations.

Those faces squatted on rail tracks display an utter sense of satisfaction and in their eyes, floundering is dream of a better life and a guaranteed job. Colonel Kirodi Singh Baisla is leading the front and tactfully swayed the crowd to join the “un-named” movement. Most of the youth don’t know why they are into this movement. All they know is that if government accepts this demand, their life will be become a fairy tale. This shows how can an uneducated crowd can be turned up in massive number. They trust Mr. Baisla and he has assumed a role of self proclaimed God amongst the community. He orders and people blindly follow. If we turn to J&K where Gurjars account for 20% of the total population in state, reservation is neither demanded nor given. Then is there something special with Gurjars in Rajasthan. As per official records and wiki says Gurjars are basically people known to excel in agricultural, pastoral and nomadic activities from long back to their origin in 6 th century. Then why is there an urgence of demanding straight 5% reservation. This is not a war whose decisions are to be made at the stake of anyone's life. Situation was created right in 2008 when violent protests were made. On one side you are demanding reservation owing to backwardness due to lack of education and prevelance and inclination of mass towards agriculture and at the same time they want RAS or RPS to be some of them, who did nothing but herded catlle his whole life. Giving 1% reservation at the moment is just the only way to handle the bipartite situation from getting worse. Official census, if done, as per orders by Honourable Supreme Court, will clear the mist. They are demanding 5% reservation and I am pretty sure that they won't comprise more than 10% of the total population. So are they like asking for the jobs of new born or for the one on death bed. There has to be some mathematical logic about this 5 figure or is it just decided in wantonness. Seems like they all are a group of agitated child, who is sitting out in open after showing fury and crying and weeping on the floor asking for a doll named reservation. This has directly affected our industries and tourism. Industries are suffering setback of crores/day due to unavailability of goods on time by trains. Royal Rajasthan on wheels got full booking after a real long time but the insurgence soured the plans of merrymaking organizers.

Hesitation shown by Mr. Sachin Pilot, (MoS for Comm and Tech. ), upon recursive call by Mr. Baisla to join the same community delegation for talk, is fair enough to illegitimatize their demands. As an educated person and a responsible citizen, he knows what is right and instead of going with the flow. He is neither opposing the demand nor he is supporting them.

If this reservation accepted we will have 68% reservation in Rajasthan. But for no matter what happens, Sun will rise everyday.

Random thoughts

Shades of life!!

Thought to cry on another defeat
but no surety that it will not repeat.
Survival is hard and no free entry
it repeats and hence we call it History.
Futile is the word for time passed
nothing gained but badly surpassed.
Reason of such fate might be a curse
things I want from heart never purse.
Hope keeps me alive sometimes
I Call it a poem as it rhymes.
Became a puppet of destiny
Trend may continue and potray irony.

A Chosen Day

Few days are already written!!!

There are times when we trace the skyline and say “why me?” Life seems an accident and you feel like nothing can go right with you and all you can do is go with the flow. Although bad things do happen to everyone but in sequential mode, they seem like a planned conspiracy.

A weird day it was. As usual I woke up early owing to my incomplete course of the great Nano Materials exam. Did I forget to mention about my ongoing End –Term exams in college.

So saga starts at 3:00am. Alarm was roaring near to my ear and thanks to my touch screen when I took it in my hand it was snoozed and I got a margin to sleep. Then it was crying again after 10 minutes or so and finally met its fate on ground. Yes it was lying there on floor urging me for a fast reassembling of its pieces. So I have to keep aside my residual naps and heavy eyelids and with my eyes wide open I started the assembling process. After struggling for 5 minutes, I was able to put things back into place and it was time to return to nano notes. Did I again forget to mention that last night I started my end term course at 8:00pm? I just had a glance of what are the topics or better to say “hawa li thi bas” and ahead was course of 20 pages, calling me to cram. So I thought of paying attention to them and started studying seriously.

Meanwhile I realised that there were some topics which were to be done from wiki and I rushed for my laptop. A cold sweat drenched me, battery and charger were missing. Then I had a quick flashback when mum took the charger and battery as my bro was playing some stupid games. He was supposed to study for his half-yearly exam. They must be locked in some almirah and I allowed the process voluntarily on account that I have to study only by notes and hence don’t need any lappy. My over sacrifice for my bro proved a fish-bone in my neck. I had no time to waste so I composed myself by saying “first complete your notes”. And as we comfort ourselves we generally keep on increasing angle from 90 degree position to 180 degree. And at 5 I was asleep. And found myself being ruffled by mom at 6:15.

Then it was 7:50 when I thought I should start dressing up. And it was 8:01 and I was standing there near my activa kicking it to compensate for wintery illness. Then I met Rashmi in parking at 8:06 so now we were like damn! we are gone. And then she was saying all those things from wiki which I left out and she spoke continuously from parking to LT1(brave!!). We were now near Archi dept’s entrance and no one could be seen in vicinity. Rashmi was now coughing badly due to her dry throat as we literally came running and she was speaking the whole way. She then had water and was feeling better. We entered lecture hall and RKD asked what we are here for ” Exams??!!” Then he asked whether we are having our I-cards or not. I had mine but Rashmi was not having it so even I refused. We then took paper and got ourselves a place to sit. So it was 8:15 by now and I decided to shoot. I started writing and kept writing and writing for next one and half hours. It was then people started moving out of class and I was still left with one and half question to be done out of which half question I have to cook.

Jitters were all in scenario and I stroked badly on paper with worst possible writing and worst possible diagrams. Then we moved out and traced path to parking, discussing about morning events. It was then Rashmi told that we have to do any 4 out 5. I was petrified. What the hell!!! And I was hopping like a mongoose for 2 hours crying and screaming for time. So another saga ends. Then I took my activa and fled to home. JLN Marg becomes a nightmare for driving when these interceptors are hidden in some khopchas under trees. I was driving at 43Kmph and that stupid officer came waiving his hand, asking me to stop. At once I thought to run away but then like a descent citizen I stopped. My mind was computing at Ghz of frequency as on what to say to patch up. Then after having a lot of typical emotional blackmailing I was set free with warning not to do that again and I was musing “will u be there ever to see me again?”

Now I was at home and noticed water was spilled in veranda. And tracing back all the great events happened till now, I was having no plan to take any more. So cautiously I moved in that water spilled area and when I was using doormat I slipped badly and found myself on floor. Duhhh….mom was laughing and I was thinking why I am alive today. Oh God take me up!

Then after wrapping lunch I went to sleep. I needed peace badly! Then those 2 hours were peaceful, really peaceful. But who knows what was about to come. I wake up at 2:00pm and then came an aunty whom I have not seen lately. I was asked to go to a Doctor nearby on her behalf, to enter her name in patient’s list which was about to start from 2:30pm.

I was not fully done with my sleep and found myself at doctor’s place. I asked the person who was in charge to look after these things to write aunt’s name and assign a number to her. And then he said that doctor won’t see patients today as he is out of station. That cursed tag I was carrying followed me till here. Anyways I got back to home and vomited the great news. Aunty said that she has already talked to doctor, he is here only. So mom said that once Akshat is here, he will go. He came back from school at around 3pm and was sent to doctor’s place. He came with a number 16 assigned to aunty. I was stunned and stoned and typical movie types surprise tone was ringing in my ears. I was so embarrassed in front of aunty and then I grabbed Akshat and asked him the description of guy at counter and the guy was same. Now I was having thoughts of like what to do. Bang my head on table, jump off the terrace or take something like insecticide or what! Enough is enough!

It was 4pm now so it was tea-time and I was allowed to do the honours to prepare a tea. And since nothing can go right, tea was curdled. Duh! I was so much irritated and frustrated now so mom served me tea. I just took the cup in my hands and I don’t know why first ever in 5-6 years I broke a cup. L That was now crossing limits and the frustration was growing even more.

And the best of all came when my internet went bad. DNS didn’t respond and this was happening every 15 minutes. At last the only thing I did was cleaned my bed, took my blanket and switched off the lights. I have to wait for clock to strike 12.