Darkness to Light!

As she sat on the cold floor, her face covered with hair,

Her dark gray eyes reflected an utter despair,

Stuck with grief, cursing her fate

She started wondering whom not to hate;

There was a time when she attended a school,

Long ago when she was not someone’s slaving tool,

Crime it was to aspire to be a doctor,

She hardly realized that she was a poor man’s daughter,

Thirteen she was when they broke her heart,

Cornering her to the kitchen as the school was miles apart,

Fourteen she was when they decided her union,

With a man twice her age who treated her as a minion,

She stood there helpless, as they sold away her child,

For money it is that answers their plight,

Shocked she was with disbelief, as the man she trusted,

Sent her to the dungeon with all the power vested,

With dreams crushed and robbed of all the hope,

She decided to end her agony, gazing at the rope,

For once did she think, she could have been that white girl,

So special and gifted,

To be born in a world where she would be lifted,

With her last breath, she wondered whether

The hand that rocks the cradle,

Is the power that rules the world??

Knowledge was that she didn’t have as a right,

This is the crime that we need to fight,

To silence those shrieks in the middle of the night

And to transform her life from darkness to light!!

Goga ke pyaar ki kahaani

Girl friend kehti hai bada kaam karega,

Mera boyfriend goga paisa khoob kamayega,

Ek hasina ki pyaar mein dooba hai goga,

IIM campus mein aanese usko kisine nahi roka,

CV aur resume ke chakkar mein pada tha goga,

Seniors ko impress karne ke liye kiya hai yoga,

Bakra banne ki baad bhi karta hai namaskar,

Bolta hai ki yahi hai iim ki samskar,

Prem patra likhne ke liye padaa hai BC,

Socha ki isse behtar Gf ko doon ek naya Samsung AC,

Legal aspects se bahut kuch seekha hai goga,

Ki gf se jitna door raho sehat utna better hoga,

Gf ki behavior pasand aayi nahi,

Bolta hai uski accounts mein logic nahi,

Bechari B.Tech vaali gf se break up kardiya goga,

Abhi poora situation ka analysis tho hoga,

Chashma nikalke duniya ko dekha hai goga,

Aur samjha ki iim mein grls ki koi kami mahsoos nahi hoga,

Padne ke liye tho aaya hai goga,

Ummeed karte hai ki woh dono kaam mein saphal tho hoga……

SHADES OF GRAY

It was drizzling and Razia was sitting on a swing sheltered by leafy ivy creepers in her comely garden. As the rain pattered down gently on the roses nearby, she was preoccupied with the memories of Yakut, her first crush during college days. Yakut, the smart and handsome dancer and debater, was the heartthrob of many a girls. Razia had the chance to meet him serendipitously during a debate session, where she opposed him slam-bang. Was it coup de foudre?? That she never found out and for a few days she lived in a world of tranquillity, filling up the brim of her thoughts with Yakut – his exploits, finesse, and sense of humour. She always believed that her prince charming could only be found in King Arthur’s court and was indeed surprised beyond words to discover someone who could rekindle the suppressed fire in her heart.

Day in and day out, she waited yearning to advance forward, to express her feelings to him – but the fear of denial hindered her furtherance. She was perturbed by these negative emotions which were in fact quite new to her. Right from childhood she has been the one who fought her own battles, to be the first one to move to action, to lead from the front. Still the idea of rejection dreaded her entirely. Every conversation she had with him soared her hopes tremendously. Finally she made up her mind to convey her affection for him.

Truth then struck her as a bolt from the blue. Ridiculed and abashed by the response she received, she shattered into the world of reality. Ashamed and depressed, she had the tendency to give up her life and be freed from the complex, crooked world.

It continued to pour gently, and Razia thanked Saran for the day she is still witnessing today. Saran, her best friend since childhood, has remained the ray of light in the darkness – standing by her during the times of tide and floods. She was the pillar upon which Razia slumped. Razia took the incident dearer to her heart and was devastated. Saran made her realise that life is not merely a bed of roses, but also a thorny bush of adversities knocking the door every moment. It is with passion, courage of conviction and strong sense of self that one should take one’s first step ahead. And that passion should be the torch that flames one’s heart to live a life of fulfilment.

This reminded her of the road she has not taken and a kind smile spread on her face as she looked into the sky, thanking god for giving her a second chance.

Thoughts rushed to her mind, and she wrote:

When my aspirations were crushed and trampled,
When my defeated dreams became smouldering ashes,
O my friend, you were there as my stepping stone,
Hiding those injuries I inflicted, and cleaning up mine,
How could I ever thank you enough, for what you have given is not just an existence but my life?
Wish if I could have been the same for you……
Helpless as I am now, I sit here praying to god that “May your soul Rest in Peace”.

Lost in you!!!

I fear the daybreak as it wakes me from dreams of you,
What wouldn’t I give for them to be so true;

Yet love the day, as it brings me closer to you,
I feel a warmth seeping through;

My heart skips a beat, as my eyes rest on you,
Thrilled by the chilling air that just blew;

Hiding those blushes as my cheeks turn red,
Counting my pulse I slowly tread;

As I watch you daily from behind the screens,
I wait for that one fulfilling glimpse;

That innocent smile that spreads on your face,
Drives my nerves to a state of craze;

Today I stand with my hands stretched,
See how your name is in every vein etched;

Wish I could convey these feelings to you,
But scared that I will lose the friendship that just grew;

Every thought of you fills my tiny little heart,
With your image carved even though we are miles apart;

Wiping the tears gushing down from my eyes,
I wonder if you could hear my silent cries;

Why can’t you read my eyes and remove my grief?
And stand by me for however brief?

This never happened before and entirely new,
Will you ever understand this, ‘coz I am totally lost in you!!

On a journey of self realisation…………….

6 years back when my parents asked me to take up engineering as my career, I had no clue of it. I was clueless on the other fields too….. I haven’t decided my career then.
And then I spent 6 years on an endless struggle, trying to figure out the essence of engineering, trying to wake up that sleeping Einstein in me, not to create something new - but to understand what is existing; not to wait for an original idea – but to hasten up my process of learning.
In spite of coming from a line of engineers (-all my cousins), I was always a fish out of water in their presence, as they habitually discussed in their technical jargon.
In college, I met a variety of geeks, ‘cool dudes’, mediocre etc. – they all had a passion for engineering, which I lack.
As a child, I was that one who never worried about why’s and how’s of science; I was so awed by it that I never bothered myself with the reasoning behind it.

So the time is ripe enough for me to steer away in a different direction, to unriddle my complexities and find a new passion in my life..

Bored to death is it with my story? Well that’s what I felt when I was forced to learn “electricity and magnetism from NCERT and HC Verma”!! – and yeah these are my “unspoken reflections” 

English Blues

There are instances in life when you love doing something and hence try excelling and perfecting it. A similar situation occurred with English being my newly found love. Thinking that English is very necessary to improve my skills in dealing with people, I started various activities like blogging, reading, etc. Simplicity defines an engineer. No engineer likes to have complexities in any design, program or circuit. Not that we don’t understand but we simply avoid it. Whereas in a language the more complex a phrase is the more interesting it is. Here comes the art of deciphering the real meaning to a verbally complicated sentence. For example, look at this sentence:

“I am a narcissist and you are my alter-ego.” – is just a classy way of telling “i love you”

Imagine people communicating in this way! It could be foolish but yet it is so much fun.
Anyways if this is how English is, then I am sure that it would take a few more years (may be a decade) to master this language. Here’s is one more fascinatingly complex dialogue from V for Vendetta:

“Voilà ! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honour to meet you, and you may call me V.”
The meaning is left to the reader to guess.

A tearful adieu - seniors!

“When you get up late and realise that you are late to the class – never bunk the breakfast!! Bunk the class!!”
That was the first piece of advice given by a senior in my first year. Well such valuable suggestions were given by the seniors to the juniors – as an inheritance and are passed on for generations. Here are a few memories that throw light on the positive aspects of such phenomena -pardon me for the usage of technical terms.

It was during Technozion – 08’ - our insti's techfest,when all the civil first years (we) were running about the fourfold department, helping the seniors, volunteering for event management (quite a hi-fi name then), treasure hunt, quiz etc., thus giving a reason for the rest of our batch mates to envy us for a life time. At the end of the day, we had a sense of achievement and belongingness to the place where we are destined to study in the years to come.

I still remember those days when we had the ragging sessions on our vast lawns - had lots of fun!I was an introvert,narrow minded and suffered totally with attitude.A couple of years since I can see myself change so much(in a +ve sense);thanks to all my seniors.

Hence a small tribute to them:

When in doubt or when I fell, you stretched your helping hand,
Laughing with me and also showing me as to where I stand,
Bridging the gap by enabling to reach the profs with ease,
Explaining every trivial concept as and when I please,
Advising me on the career to be taken and path to be followed,
Internships to apply and applications to be filled,
And above all telling me that none of these are worth a life time
Whether one was there by chance or choice, one must pursue ones’ own dream!!
Speechless as there is no word that would thank you enough
And thus bidding you goodbye in the hope that one day I can be as good as you.