Yipppy :)

This deepavali is special to me in many ways. I am never sure for the coming times and hence don't really expect much from it. Whatever is present it is real and divine. Nothing else ever existed neither in history books nor in the imaginative stores of mind. Present is the actual and will remain as ever. Don't try to fix up your future or get rid of your past. They were never so dearly clinging to you, only you were convinced as being chased by them. It is beautiful and shall always exhibit the same fascination for those who follow it blindly. Only your present matters and make it big !!

My fingers are actually bulging out with so many topics to share, but left with very little time after my juggling office. Soon, pretty soon i shall open up my heart for some beautiful work, atleast for me. I am once again feeling that zeal to shout running over the chaotic ways of life. Life is indeed exemplary, may it be the night journeys in railways, watching those marching feets at wagah border forcing my heart to thump in the loudest tone, serene pleasure at golden temple and my own village is nevertheless the best place to reside...

SHUBH DEEPAVALI

Once again times have traveled a long run bearing every agony with the monotonous beats and every scar as a virtue of bad times.

No more. Now no more of those forgettable moments, i can sense the merry hovering around myself. Lamps are once again shining in the wake of the much-awaited day. Yes, it is indeed. Days were never passing so smooth. Those crackers are very hard to forget which showed me the glimpses of happier times. Some lights fusing together very dim, sounds of crackers receding away but never from the memories. Colors of RANGOLI were never so brighter nor one could deny the consistent chaos in the malls. I just love to roam around relentlessly, so much pleased to see those faces wearing the soft smiles. Busy in the preparations yet doing it so leisurely, that is where an Indian soul resides. I never feel that aroma anywhere else in world, which one feels gripping the souls with harmonious peace, it just resides here few inches down your memory lane.

Enjoy this day keeping in mind its very origination and real essence of this sacred day.

I still have reminiscences of my school days where every essay upon deepavali concluded with the phrase:

DAAL-ROTI GHAR DI,
DIWALI AMRITSAR DI..

May god bless you all !!

Masters equals success?

A way back my mind rendered over the thought why this individualistic world is so sublime. For a moment, a person inherits the right of every breath you take. Whole world seem to converge under the realm of that loving soul. But these farce feelings plummeted the next moment confronted with the reality. Reality precipitates the materialistic world. A land where selfishness prevails over every relationship and people walk over the heart of loved ones in callous ways, a walk that never ends because this trodden path ceases to limit. Limit is the limit to our selfishness; our endless strive for the monetary pleasures. People try to carve out the maximum from the relationships even.

I expect many of you profusely denying the above fact. How many times you have tried to reap a professional benefit out of your personal circle? If still you are nodding in an aggravated manner, you deserve applause. Others should not feel robbed because it is tailor-made path for the corporate success of which you can boast in your desultory living style.

This word “success” is ultimate fantasy. I have grown up listening to these words of wisdom, “Hardwork is the key to success”. Last few days had engulfed the pleasant environment with the fumes of confusion.

Few thought-provoking ideas:
Masters in Engineering will degrade your corporate value.
I shall pursue Masters from abroad.
Masters from IIT is losing its sheen.
You won’t get the package after Masters even what you are earning now.

Last but never the least- Yaar, There’s nothing left in India, go and prove your worth in abroad, they can appreciate your professionalism.

Such dilemmas were not in queue until I was in my teens. Just one goal and it was sheer dedicated hard work at every tick of clock. Now under the much-coveted corporate covers, ideas came pouring in.

Probably everyone has read at least once in his/her life;
HARDWORK IS KEY TO SUCCESS.

Then why all these raised eyebrows, maddening discussions and all such hullabaloo. Does success has been authenticated to America only? Or people in India have recently started shirking work and God has given full credit of success to those who are fleeing to western part of world. “SUCCESS” may not be so kind over India because our country happens to contain not even a single alphabet of success.

Or may be HARDWORK IS NO MORE A KEY TO SUCCESS, AMERICA HAS MADE ANOTHER KEY!!

No more rubbish discussions over this vicious dilemma. Still to me, it completes the definition and shall do it with intensity harnessing the success from the pearls of perspiration only, not an inherited wealth of those working Silicon valley !!

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...