25 Things which I miss ..!

1.Our participation in IT-BHU fest for LAN gaming and flunking sessionals for the same.

2. My Discover DTS-i Who never ever ditched me and ran pertinacious for 9000 kms in 10 months.

3. My lecturer of Mechanical Engineering whose class i had never ever missed but never ever studied in his class.The awesome book which he had written, without which i mite not ever dreamt to pass in Mechanical.

4. Rajesh and his son kalu who had mastered the art of making omlettes at their khokha and turned a PURE vegetarian into vegetarian.

5. e-Xtreme Cub whom I’ll always love for no reason, I mite be its worst General Secretary but my love and honesty for it was unbeaten.

6. Our great TGMC project, in which i had not typed a single line of code but i was the one who had been asked the first question when we reached final.

7. My awesome ragging and my artificial innocence i should never ever forgot when my senior asked me what is Sex and i told him i don’t know, rest is history.

8. Our research paper which my friend had written and it got selected for final round, i never ever understand the concept of that but i’ll miss anything in my resume but not that.

9. My interview of Infosys for which i hadn’t prepared anything, if he was going to ask me about me thrice i was going to give him different answers.

10. The holi after which i bathe for the longest duration in my life.

11. My final year project about which i only knew it was on MATLAB and were related to some action tracking concept.

12. My immemorable 7 marks in chemistry, which later on turned into 75, which made me realised that University people can’t even upload marks sincerely.

13. Kailash hospital, which I should always consider a place where i could get food if i would feel hungry at 1.

14. My preparation for CAT which made me a human being.

15. Our memorable trip to Shimla, which later on turned into immortal memory.

16. My stealing of petrol from bike in night at Rail Vihar and then that bloody guard who caught us.

17. Our Robot which refused to work in IIT Delhi’s Fest.

18. The guy at beer shop in Tugalpur who used to give us a special concession of 5% without any reason.

19. The Fresher party which we gave to our juniors, i couldn’t believe i was its head for Discipline committe.

20. Our stupid dhobi who twice lost 4 of my jeans and never ever accepted that.

21. Our final year Project presentation in which i was the person who had been recruited for changing the slides.

22. Our ingenious Computer Graphics lecturer who had tried everything in his life and whose stories were immortal.

23. My 5 times detention from sessional, which never taught me any lesson.

24. Our annual college fest of whose i was student representative but the fest found its existence into MS-WORD and MS-EXCEL.

25. Two gujjars who looted my mobile and the story later turned into an example for those who love night walk.

My friends are never part of this list, because we missed only those things that we have lost and that we once had, They are still with me and shall always be..

There are moments in your life when you feel exiguous of words, you have a lot to say but don’t have words to express. These moments are priceless, memorable and everlasting. It was some 10 days back, I was sitting at Kanpur Station in a nostalgic mood. Surrounded by different shadows and different shades. There were people coming out from trains and hugging their beloved ones. The smile, the happiness and the sparks in their eyes were all prodigious. On the other side there were prick in the eyes of people who were departing from their beloved ones. But that’s Life.

With plethora of many instructions when I stepped out of my home, I was instructed to sit in waiting room, till the train arrives and veraciously speaking. I did made a wonderful attempt for first 15 mins by sitting in it and then like many other times I overheard my father’s advice and sat near a pillar, purchased a book from nearby install and started reading it. There resides a complete world on platform. So many people who were then at same place but after sometime gone to get separated by physical distances.

While I was reading the book I was disturbed by someone that disturbance was inevitable as I was enjoying the book. The source of disturbance was a girl, a pretty girl with big sparking eyes. Hair that once I guess were black but jotted together and changed to brown. Face that had surely not touched water from past many weeks but anyhow succeed in redeeming its beauty. Clothes that were too big for that young girl of 12 or 13. I looked on her and asked her to move on and continued reading my book but she was still water which refused to move. She started peeping on the cover page of my book. I closed my book looked directly in those big eyes and asked what she wanted ? She pointed to the nearby stall of poori sabzi. I wanted to help her but the teaching and preaching of my life were not allowing me to help beggars but my heart didn’t agree with that and he feel pity for that. I don’t know who was going to win. The experience of my life says whenever there is a fight of thoughts between your heart and anything else, its always your heart that shall win, because we human beaings learn from many teach to many more but when it comes to ourselves we are heart driven.

I smiled at her and she should aware of the fact I would be going to help her. She pointed again to that stall. I offered her my book. She smiled and returned it back to me. Though I give it as fun but it made me realized that we all have different priorties in our life. For her at that time poori and bhaji was of more importance irrespective of the fact that it cost 20 times less than that book and that was nations best seller. I smiled again and asked her if she went to school. She didn’t reply back. Since she had broken my conversation I wanted to do conversation with her when she was last interested. I repeated my question, this time she nodded her head. I asked the reason, she didn’t show any antiphon. I told her if she would give honest reply to all of my question. I would give her 20rs note, she smiled. I asked her why she wanted to eat that poori bhazi, she replied back that she was hungry. What an ultimate foolish question by stupid me. I asked her to read a wooden board on which something was written in hindi. She told that she didn’t know and then I found people around me eavesdropping me, surveying me. There were just two possibilities either they consider me super dumb or some philantroph, but who cares. Finally I asked her What is Happiness..? and then I heard the most beautiful answer. She replied back with poori bhaji. Teachings and preachings of my life I put on one side and I knew I was going to help her. I gave her a 20 rs note but she gave me a lesson that I’m going to cherish. She told me the real meaning of happiness. Give yourself everything that you once dreamt of and you once wished but there still resides the possibility of unhappiness and devoid yourself of everything but even then you feel the essence of happiness because happiness is something that reside in us. No matter how big we become, how much money we earn and how much wisdom we gain. There shall never ever be end of our dreams and goals. What it takes to be happy is love what you do, even if you are beggar and you are honest with your job then you are lucky with that business man who though have large business but still not satisfied and its not specific only to material world, it also applies to relationship if we go on searching for a best person than we never ever get anything, because excellence has no limit but if we consider best to whom what we have we shall be happy forever. Cheers to that wonderful gal who taught me so much

If there exists only one truth in this world than it’s the fact that there are no days like childhood. Childhood is the best phase of everyone’s life. The good thing about those days is we are immature. Immature to truly understand the world, immature to understand relationships. Perhaps one chocolate is more than enough to make someone our friend. When some one asks us to choose between a hundred rupee note and few iron coins, the child in us shall always choose the iron coins. We have been given extraordinary power of weeping that is sufficient to melt anyone’s heart.
I was the naughtiest child anyone can ever imagine. I had been a reason of irritation for many of my relatives and neighbours. This post of mine is dedicated to my favorite hobby of that time, The hobby of pressing doorbells. I remember there didn’t exist a single house in my colony which was not a victim of my hobby. The worst of all had to bear by Sharma Uncle, whose door bell got sick of ringing. There were nearly twenty houses between the place my school bus dropped me and my home. There existed a timetable of on which day which houses’s bell need to be rang. But as said by someone that all bad things come to an end one day, so does good that include my hobby.

It was an ordinary summer noon. My vacations were going on and I were enjoying the vacations. My father had gone office and I was all alone with my mom in my big and sweet home. My mom asked me to bring wiper from a nearby shop. When I got out, I found that street were all empty without any human soul and the whole universe including the street were convincing me that there caouldn’t be a better time for practical implementation of my wonderful hobby. How could I ignore when the whole universe were wishing something from me. I saw left, I saw right but how stupid I was I wouldn’t seen the straight. Alas! Sharma aunty were coming. The operation was implemented and the bomb had been triggered, my hands had already done something that I wouldn’t forget for next 20-30 years. I had no choice but one i.e. to run. I wished india was the host of Olympics in that year and I was the first one from india to win gold in athletics, but who cares for the dreams of a poor child.The only wish I wished was that she wouldn’t had recognised me, while running, but not every wish is destined for accomplishment. I returned back with that bloody wiper and unlike other time with no chocolates. With the hope that if the case had been tracked and accused were detected than there should be consideration of the fact that that the accused had sacrificed his lovely chocolates. My mom was eagerly waiting for me at the main door of my home and behind were standing the stone hearted Sharma aunty. She opened the gate and then what happened I can’t write it in words. The only thing I remember is I had been again sent for bringing wiper after 2 hours, the old one had got sacrificed and I had gained 2 inches in my dimensions.
That was an end of my wonderful hobby but the creation of an everlasting mesmerizing memory. Who said pain doesn’t give us smile..? I’m smiling today remembering the sweet pain that I got on that day.