I am unable to find those quick-witted lines for my blog nor those words come smoothly to my mind. I actually liked my posts for the past so many months but why am i losing that sheen? I am not sure whether this sudden loss is virtual or has a hand of inevitability. Nothing is sure. That droplet of water tripping from the comb or giant tsunami sea waves; everything has got an end. Everything has to die, time may lack in humane scenario. I guess i am losing it, with every tick of time i am missing the golden touch. It shall wipe out soon from my soul and in a matter of days from those too, who used to laud for my efforts.

But before every act of extinguishing, its origin is again slated at that very moment.

I shall wait for those godly moments !!

Friends..

As any other guy, the day I entered the premises of my college for graduation, with just dream to gather as much as I can. I have nothing to lose at that time because I possessed nothing. The day I left the grounds, the scenario had tumbled. During all those years, some stayed by me to know the real me. Probably the time has come when I must unfold the real personas of those who had seen me changing in these past years. Next few posts would never be enough to decipher my feelings into words, yet I shall do it with the pure words of honesty.

It shall carry the brief description of:

Kapil Bansal (First yar)
Amardeep Puri (First year)
: It was pretty strange to share my room with someone else too, yet i found it comfortable.

Robin Bansal (Second year)
Siddarth Aggarwal (Second year)
: These both took the hell out of me in second year with their stubborn rivalry all day and night.

Amulpreet Singh Sehgal (Third year)
Ashish Syngal (Third year)
: The year, I spoke the least. Mostly the computer system in our room kept banging with the silent walls of the room.

Ashish Marwaha (Third and final year)
Sumeet Goyal (Third and final year)
: Do I need to mention it !!!

to be continued......

Friends..

As any other guy, the day I entered the premises of my college for graduation, with just dream to gather as much as I can. I have nothing to lose at that time because I possessed nothing. The day I left the grounds, the scenario had tumbled. During all those years, some stayed by me to know the real me. Probably the time has come when I must unfold the real personas of those who had seen me changing in these past years. Next few posts would never be enough to decipher my feelings into words, yet I shall do it with the pure words of honesty.It shall carry the brief description of:

Kapil Bansal (First yar)
Amardeep Puri (First year)
: It was pretty strange to share my room with someone else too, yet i found it comfortable.

Robin Bansal (Second year)
Siddarth Aggarwal (Second year)
: These both took the hell out of me in second year with their stubborn rivalry all day and night.

Amulpreet Singh Sehgal (Third year)
Ashish Syngal (Third year)
: The year, I spoke the least. Mostly the computer system in our room kept banging with the silent walls of the room.

Ashish Marwaha (Third and final year)
Sumeet Goyal (Third and final year)
: Do I need to mention it !!!

to be continued......

Many may not agree with me, probably today, only today i am feeling to crib something right from the lovable blocks of my heart. Some posts were meant to just ride upon the voyage; just for the heck of continuing what i had done for the past two years in a frantic mood always, yes as always.

Once again I would bring back the aroma that had engulfed the emotions of many, atleast mine. Yes, I am pretty much the same though sometimes i could sense the fatigue of job taking a toll over me. But naah, I had never bowed and shall never in the future. I tried to be calm in my word composition, but it never excites me either. I like the same arrogant manner of writing, unexpected halts and those same buttered phrases but can never compromise with diction. I have never appreciated any compromises coming over my way; let the things fall out as per the plan. And please pardon me for my atrocious word usage. Aaaagghh, it gave me jitters last time. This time if you really feel pissed off, better quit reading...

Many may not agree with me, probably today, only today i am feeling to crib something right from the lovable blocks of my heart. Some posts were meant to just ride upon the voyage; just for the heck of continuing what i had done for the past two years in a frantic mood always, yes as always.

Once again I would bring back the aroma that had engulfed the emotions of many, atleast mine. Yes, I am pretty much the same though sometimes i could sense the fatigue of job taking a toll over me. But naah, I had never bowed and shall never in the future. I tried to be calm in my word composition, but it never excites me either. I like the same arrogant manner of writing, unexpected halts and those same buttered phrases but can never compromise with diction. I have never appreciated any compromises coming over my way; let the things fall out as per the plan. And please pardon me for my atrocious word usage. Aaaagghh, it gave me jitters last time. This time if you really feel pissed off, better quit reading...

Lecture of life..

As narrated.

“I joined my first job as JE (Junior Engineer) in Military Engineering Services (MES). I used to walk 3 kms to board the bus for office 30 kms away. It was the toughest phase of my life, yet I continued it for a while without regretting much. To reach Delhi cantonment 6 'o clock in chilled January mornings was an arduous task yet I let pass those silent cries unheard. It gave the toughest nut to crack and I tried my best not to give up ever. After six months, my steely determination doped out like the water running in a fast moving river. I quit my first love, my first job.

I joined PGCIL (Power Grid Corporation of INDIA) as JE again. My boss, trying to be smart with his queries asked me," Where you see yourself after 5 years or so?” Being a fresh graduate, I have the same aspirations as any other person of my age. I quickly rolled out the words," I would like to be a GM (General Manager) in next 5 years”. That amicable boss, he himself was the General Manager at that time. He was not so much convinced with my outspoken skills. I consoled my heart over the not-so-impressive first meet. In a month or so, I had got to know the real persona of GM. He was always late for his work, trying to pass on his work to his juniors. But I was on the other hand, had learnt those tough lessons of discipline at MES, was never late. Neither in reaching office, nor in completing my work. I guess my boss was unaware of my efficient work. He was always trying to put all his work upon me. It might be reading new documents or to gather information about some new project. He never bothered to even give a look to my project reports. I used to wonder who made him the GM of PGCIL.

Once he asked me to plan the next five year schedule for the purchase of Electricity from government. I was gripped with nervousness and panic. I had never presented any seminar even at my school level and now he was expecting me to present the next five year plan to the Indian Central Government. Somehow I gathered the courage, clubbed all the information sources. With the help of my colleagues I made it a day before the actual seminar. GM had to present it before government officials, so I handed it over to him a day before seminar. Next morning, he asked me to come over his home to give him the brief idea about the contents as he could not manage to go through the seminar report. Yes, it was very much expected from him. I went to his house next morning; he was getting ready for the top meeting. He told me to wait so that we could discuss it while going in the car. All through the journey he was busy on his phone with the chief secretary of PM. After reaching the premises of office, he told me to wait in the meeting hall so that he would ask me when introductory lecture would be going on. All I could mutter at these repulsive moments was," Sure sir ".

Here came the delegation team and I could see my GM escorting them to their seats. Went passed the introductory lecture, GM was still busy in his enchanting talks with delegation team. Soon his name was spoken out loud to send shivers down my spine. Haplessly, I glanced over him. He was still bemused in his talks. He pointed his finger first towards me and then towards that big stage. Was he trying to persuade me to give this seminar? Yes, these were his intentions. With my tumbling legs, I went to the stage. Narrated the five year execution plan in a stammering manner, the hall was taken over with thunderous applause. I was overwhelmed to speak my emotions at that instant. I came back to my seat. To my surprise, GM was sitting besides me shaping a generous smile. “I appoint you as the General Manager of Power Grid Corporation of India.”

And the rest remained the most beautiful moments of my life.... "

Lecture of life..

As narrated.

“I joined my first job as JE (Junior Engineer) in Military Engineering Services (MES). I used to walk 3 kms to board the bus for office 30 kms away. It was the toughest phase of my life, yet I continued it for a while without regretting much. To reach Delhi cantonment 6 'o clock in chilled January mornings was an arduous task yet I let pass those silent cries unheard. It gave the toughest nut to crack and I tried my best not to give up ever. After six months, my steely determination doped out like the water running in a fast moving river. I quit my first love, my first job.

I joined PGCIL (Power Grid Corporation of INDIA) as JE again. My boss, trying to be smart with his queries asked me," Where you see yourself after 5 years or so?” Being a fresh graduate, I have the same aspirations as any other person of my age. I quickly rolled out the words," I would like to be a GM (General Manager) in next 5 years”. That amicable boss, he himself was the General Manager at that time. He was not so much convinced with my outspoken skills. I consoled my heart over the not-so-impressive first meet. In a month or so, I had got to know the real persona of GM. He was always late for his work, trying to pass on his work to his juniors. But I was on the other hand, had learnt those tough lessons of discipline at MES, was never late. Neither in reaching office, nor in completing my work. I guess my boss was unaware of my efficient work. He was always trying to put all his work upon me. It might be reading new documents or to gather information about some new project. He never bothered to even give a look to my project reports. I used to wonder who made him the GM of PGCIL.

Once he asked me to plan the next five year schedule for the purchase of Electricity from government. I was gripped with nervousness and panic. I had never presented any seminar even at my school level and now he was expecting me to present the next five year plan to the Indian Central Government. Somehow I gathered the courage, clubbed all the information sources. With the help of my colleagues I made it a day before the actual seminar. GM had to present it before government officials, so I handed it over to him a day before seminar. Next morning, he asked me to come over his home to give him the brief idea about the contents as he could not manage to go through the seminar report. Yes, it was very much expected from him. I went to his house next morning; he was getting ready for the top meeting. He told me to wait so that we could discuss it while going in the car. All through the journey he was busy on his phone with the chief secretary of PM. After reaching the premises of office, he told me to wait in the meeting hall so that he would ask me when introductory lecture would be going on. All I could mutter at these repulsive moments was," Sure sir ".

Here came the delegation team and I could see my GM escorting them to their seats. Went passed the introductory lecture, GM was still busy in his enchanting talks with delegation team. Soon his name was spoken out loud to send shivers down my spine. Haplessly, I glanced over him. He was still bemused in his talks. He pointed his finger first towards me and then towards that big stage. Was he trying to persuade me to give this seminar? Yes, these were his intentions. With my tumbling legs, I went to the stage. Narrated the five year execution plan in a stammering manner, the hall was taken over with thunderous applause. I was overwhelmed to speak my emotions at that instant. I came back to my seat. To my surprise, GM was sitting besides me shaping a generous smile. “I appoint you as the General Manager of Power Grid Corporation of India.”

And the rest remained the most beautiful moments of my life.... "

TERROR....

There were very few days, almost erased from the slate of mind, about those horrific times Delhi had seen in the past. Looking at those robbed faces felt miserable, yet i had never managed to feel the unease, the terror-stricken minds and those lasting memories that could have never been erased.

This time i myself was the victim of those harrowed times that i had only appreciated on television. I sensed the terror gripping me, every face resembling those of terrorists flashing on every television set. It was indeed feeling very terrible, mind sinking down to the bottomless. Feeling of some impending doom was inevitable. I had to catch the metro from Dwarka sector-11 to Janakpuri east. Came down the halting metro, faces showing inexpressible emotions. Buried under the hands, those were thwarted beyond the faith of god. Something would happen which nobody can apprehend; no one can dare to escape it, everyone looking around in dismay as if they could answer the future. Nobody was there except me. I was all and all were I. No feeling of attachment, no feeling of hatred, just one thing prevailed over the cloud and it was TERROR....

peformance???

It has been exactly three months since I joined this organization. I felt the presence of some good times and have the guts to escape the harrowed moments as well. I entered this endless league of engineers with a mind bearing some expectations and some pre-conceived notions. I would never mind to rate it as top priority to have a company of charming girls, but my destiny is never swayed upon by luck. Secondly, I would have loved to…

Yes, you may get it right. I have no other grievances in my firm except the fraud which placed me here only when I deserve much better. People may say I am outspoken on this fact, but my heart never shunted out such facts. I deserve much more than it, at least I feel so. I have always doped down my best efforts to reap out the sweetest crop out of the field of hard-work.

I had followed a suggestion since my school days. Someone told me, “Whatever you do, just do this much hard-work that you would never regret in near future wish you could have done it better in the past”. So, I put my sincere efforts to bring out the best which I could perform without matching it with world’s standards. Yet one cannot survive without competing. Competing is entirely a different word altogether than comparing. People tend to interpret both in a very likely manner. Comparison always degrades your performance not the competition.

Set your own standards and try to synchronize your performance as per your standards. After performing well, let your standards match with the wholesome world. In fact, it will never stand any lower unless you were adopting methods of someone else. Words of wisdom never proved wrong and no one can dare to do so. They have said not so lately, “I am unique just like everyone else”. It carries little words and a deep meaning. Life is all about performing as per your standards, not as per the others. If one does so, I bet one can never have contentment in life….

TERROR....

There were very few days, almost erased from the slate of mind, about those horrific times Delhi had seen in the past. Looking at those robbed faces felt miserable, yet i had never managed to feel the unease, the terror-stricken minds and those lasting memories that could have never been erased.

This time i myself was the victim of those harrowed times that i had only appreciated on television. I sensed the terror gripping me, every face resembling those of terrorists flashing on every television set. It was indeed feeling very terrible, mind sinking down to the bottomless. Feeling of some impending doom was inevitable. I had to catch the metro from Dwarka sector-11 to Janakpuri east. Came down the halting metro, faces showing inexpressible emotions. Buried under the hands, those were thwarted beyond the faith of god. Something would happen which nobody can apprehend; no one can dare to escape it, everyone looking around in dismay as if they could answer the future. Nobody was there except me. I was all and all were I. No feeling of attachment, no feeling of hatred, just one thing prevailed over the cloud and it was TERROR....

peformance???

It has been exactly three months since I joined this organization. I felt the presence of some good times and have the guts to escape the harrowed moments as well. I entered this endless league of engineers with a mind bearing some expectations and some pre-conceived notions. I would never mind to rate it as top priority to have a company of charming girls, but my destiny is never swayed upon by luck. Secondly, I would have loved to…

Yes, you may get it right. I have no other grievances in my firm except the fraud which placed me here only when I deserve much better. People may say I am outspoken on this fact, but my heart never shunted out such facts. I deserve much more than it, at least I feel so. I have always doped down my best efforts to reap out the sweetest crop out of the field of hard-work.

I had followed a suggestion since my school days. Someone told me, “Whatever you do, just do this much hard-work that you would never regret in near future wish you could have done it better in the past”. So, I put my sincere efforts to bring out the best which I could perform without matching it with world’s standards. Yet one cannot survive without competing. Competing is entirely a different word altogether than comparing. People tend to interpret both in a very likely manner. Comparison always degrades your performance not the competition.

Set your own standards and try to synchronize your performance as per your standards. After performing well, let your standards match with the wholesome world. In fact, it will never stand any lower unless you were adopting methods of someone else. Words of wisdom never proved wrong and no one can dare to do so. They have said not so lately, “I am unique just like everyone else”. It carries little words and a deep meaning. Life is all about performing as per your standards, not as per the others. If one does so, I bet one can never have contentment in life….