I woke up early in the morning listening to Dad saying ” Abh Inverter bhi nahi chal raha hai “. Light had gone early in the morning and now inverter is also not working. Sky was not clear, covered with dark lightening clouds. The rain was pouring heavily and the first thing while getting up from my bed I thought that ” Aaj kese jayenge Court hemant ka licence nikalne ” . Though later, when came to normal state, realised that I have a Car to do my work.

“Here’s my key
Philosophy
A freak like me
Justs needs Infinity”
My mobile just rang and it was my sister. No surprise for me. She wished me Raksha Bandan Day asking me that I have taken bath or not and done Puja or not because she wanted to have breakfast after I have done Puja. So I told her to wait till 7 45 am and then take it. This was the most furious point in her life, I think so. After having bath, I dressed up and had worn the Rakhi and my Puja was done.

Yeh Dooriyan, the song I was listening to while on my way to drop Mom at Office(PGI). In the early morning the emotions were just flowing when it was drizzling and the weather was just awesome. I was a bit off mood because I had known that today is mass cut in College due to Raksha Bandan Day and I have nothing much to do there.

After dropping Mom, I went to college to check if any class is going on or not and called Hemant and asked him what he is doing. So eventually I discovered that its Raksha Bandan Day, no one will be free at this point. Many names came in my mind but nothing struck. Eventually one name struck and that was Niharika but as usual it is rare she picks up her phone. So I decided to go at Sukhna Lake which was near by.

Sitting beside a rock, nears to the shores of the Lake, I felt many things. My ongoing relationship, College, CB, Parents and my priorities in coming Life. I realized many things and drove back to college to check if any class is being held or not. Still No one there of my class.
So I finally decided to go back to home but if there is no electricity then what I will do. Fortunately, i had no. of my neighbour. But he didn’t picked it up. Again Raksha Bandan Day would be the reason.

Reaching home was the only option left for me and I was back home at 9 am. Luckily electricity was there and I was happy at last and because of this I wrote this article ” Illusionary Morning”.

4 people like this post.

Like 

(LET ME FREE)

I never knew what love was
Until you came into my life,

I never knew what real heartbreak was
Until you broke mine,

I never knew I could cry this much
Till you made me sad,

I guess I never knew really know much about love
But now that I do,
I have things to say to you,

I don’t want to hurt no more,
I don’t wana cry,
I don’t wana think I’m going to die,

So to all the pain you have placed
Inside me, take it back

SO I MAY BE ONCE AGAIN FREE!!

1 people like this post.

Like 

Sort :-

Put like things together so that you can begin the organization process. Put all your clothes together, all your papers in one place…well you get the idea.

Purge:-

If you have not used it in the past 6 months, chances are you don’t need it. We live in a society of excess. We like our possessions and some of us have not learned to part with material things that are holding us back. Be aggressive when it comes to purging. You will soon learn to appreciate your space as much as you do your possessions.

Assign a home :-

One of the biggest problems with clutter is the things do not have a permanent home. Assign a place for the things you are keeping. As long as your things are in their assigned places, you should not have things lying around. All it takes is a few things out of place and the next thing you know you are dealing with major clutter again.

Containerize :-

Purchase the necessary storage devices to keep your possessions organized. Many storage items today are decorative and serve a dual purpose. You can purchase items that can be used as a table or seating that also have storage capabilities.

Maintenance:-

This part is very important. Take 10-15 minutes each day to maintain your main living area. This daily maintenance will keep your from having to ever be overwhelmed with clutter again.

Clutter can hold you back. It will affect other areas of our lives. It is essential that you get to the root of why you cannot part with things in order to move forward with your life.

0 people like this post.

Like 

Once I had a friend who use to boost a lot about this word called life, and one day I somehow asked her, “ you speak so much about Life, but what do you exactly mean by this word?” ….and after a great thought and all sorts of weird expressions an answer came up, “life is life!” OH MY GOD! Such a fantastic way to express yourself!

Actually, Life is something which cannot be put into words. Everybody has their own definitions of life, for instance take a little newborn baby, life for him is his rattle, the day he grows up into a young boy with lovely dreams of his soul mate, his definition for life changes from his rattle to his lovely lady and when this boy turns into a man, life means to him success, fame and nothing more than that and when this man turns to an old helpless aged person, he finds life only in the golden beads of his rosary! During every stage of life, man gives a new definition to this word! With every changing stage, man tends to change his perspective towards this word, giving it a new meaning, a new definition!

My dad always says “Life is not what it seems to be, you never know what is coming your way!” and I know that’s true, we can only predict what may happen in the near future but can never tell what will happen the very next moment! People worry about their future, their careers; they have sleepless nights and exhausting days, they are running a rat-race in order to mint money, everybody’s getting madder day-by-day just for the sake of success, fame, money but among all this they are actually forgetting the basic essence of ‘life’! They are busy making their ‘so called’ Life without even realizing their actual lose! And I am afraid, the time when they realize of the loss that they are incurring in order to make profits, it would be too late!

One thing more that I have actually learnt from life( my friends laugh at it and my parents pity me for the same, but still it’s true) is that life is the way you take it! You call it critical, it’s not critical; it’s just the way you take it! It’s like a girl, no offences please, even I am a girl, you run behind them, pamper them, they don’t give a dam about you; and the moment you don’t show interest in them, don’t give a dam about them, they’ll come running after you; and similar is in the case with life! Trust me it’s true, if you want you can even try.

Life is like a jigsaw puzzle, solve with patience, you’ll achieve success and the moment you lose this patience, I am sorry you’re gone! I can actually go ahead and write a full 100 page book on this single four lettered word and I still, I bet you’ll end with a nice blend of confidence and confusion about this word! So what is the use?

As I told you earlier, it is the way you take it, the more critically you think about it, the more critical it gets so forget thinking and just enjoy!  Remember you just get “life” once so don’t waste it thinking, what it is and how it is… just go ahead and LIVE IT!

LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL….! J

1 people like this post.

Like 

For starters, instinct is something that naturally comes to you. Lets put it like this. Have you ever been asked to make a decision instantly? What should you do? You don’t even have the time to analyse what could go right or wrong, or eprhaps the consequences. You just HAVE to make a decision. So you choose to go with what you ‘feel’ is right instead of choosing what you ‘think’ is right. Another explanation. Many a times we might feel we know something, without any rhyme or reason, but we just know it from inside. That, could be called intuitive power or the power of instinct. This ‘inner voice’ never lies to us. That is because we humans use a small proportion of our brains. The rest is reserved for high level thinking, or feeling, like telekinesis, telepathy or clairvoyance. There are innumerable.

There are some people who are gifted with this power. They are the people who ‘think’ from their heart. They always seem to make the wisest of decisions. That is because they are able to differentiate between their instinct and mind. They don’t go into details like pros and cons of a certain decision. They just make it because they FEEL it’s right. Going into details might complicate things for them, as their mind and heart might be racing in different directions.
The side effects of not following what your instinct says are quite saddening. You might have to pay heavily for it. So if you ever do feel strongly for something, go for it without thinking. These things are done on impulse. You might take wrong decisions initially. I did too, trust me. But with regular practice, the intensity of such a voice increases, making it easier for you to make the right choices. The feeling may be faint but you have to grasp it. Or after taking the wrong decision, you may realize that the other option was the one you should’ve chosen, and eventually start regretting your decision and feel guilty. It’s alright. That is how you learn.

0 people like this post.

Like 

This was a short trip that me and my cousin Raghav took on the 12th of July, from Chandigarh to Jalandhar(my home town). The total distance, 170 something kilometers and took about two and a half hours. On the 11th, we had to get our bike(a royal enfield 35cc) repaired. It took four hours to get it in working condition and by now it wasalready 6 in the evening with a littlerain, so there was no possible way we could go on the 11th itself. So we decided to leave at 5 in the morning the very next day. Come 12th July, we got up at 0700, two hours behind schedule already. After all the getting ready and packing up(yes, I procrastinate!!), it was 0815 already and it was time for us to leave. Half way i drove. By 0840, we were out of the city( Chandigarh is a small city). One thing i found out was that one should always wear shoes when on a road trip on a bike. All the diesel smoke straight on your feet and in case you fall down, shoes will save your feet atleast.

Anyways, 0900, we were out on the open highway driving at 90 km/hr. Freedom. Now was the time i just wanted to sit back and relax, so i gave the bike to Raghav. Long open road all the way. Farms on the sides. Scanty towns in between. Damn i loved it.We didn’t stop much in between except for the time a bee stung Raghav and another time when the battery holder(or something else) opened up. Whenever we stopped, i had this weird tingly feeling all over my face, because of the constant wind blowing on my face. All through out we were discussing about another biker trip to Leh and Ladakh!!!! 0930, and i was driving now, going constantly at 90-100 km/hr. By 1000, we were on G.T Road, 12 km from home. The bike started heating up now, wasn’t going more than 60 km/hr.

Thats the only problem with enfield. Anyways, by 1015 we reached home. As always, the local street dog tried to my leg. Now, the week was spent doing nothing at all. Getting up at 2pm, playing GTA all day, a plethora of junk food, some beer, a little whiskey.

1 people like this post.

Like 

“Hey is that poop?” i said, standing on the platform, pointing towards the track. Rolling eyes was all i saw on Raghav’s face. “Probably its human” i exclaimed, trying not puke. I think thats enough of poop talk. So we were just pacing around the platform waiting for the train, avoiding curious eyes staring at us ‘gorgothlings’, when the squeaky lady voiced recording blurted “The Shatabdi Express is arriving on platform number 1″. All hell broke lose now!! People were running everywhere. Five minutes were there for the train to leave, but still the ‘intelligentsia’ chose to run around as if some was throwing blood sucking leeches on their bum’s or something. After all the shoving, pushing and crashing we got into the coach. Relief. But, the hardest part was yet to come. Getting seated. Yes, thats true, getting seated was the hardest and the most irritating part, because the ‘intelligentsia’ carry their luggage in such a way that it gets stuck at every row. So at every row you have to wait for five minutes.

Finally, the train started moving and i got the window seat. These two semi uncle-guy’s were sitting in front of me. They were a gregarious bunch, it seemed. Every third person on the train knew them! Quite annoying because then more of those semi uncle-guy’s would come, bend down near them, flash their bum’s (sick!!), talk loudly. Then, there was this little boy , on a sugar high, running and screaming madly all through the journey. Anyways, enough of the describing people talk. So, one hour past and breakfast time(oh yeah!). Bread, butter, ketchup and an oil dripping omelet, all a hungry man could ask for. Well, not really. I would any day kill for McDonald’s and KFC. Okay back to the breakfast part before i get hungry. The caterer’s actually seemed to be wobbling up and down, which was quite funny, guy’s with trays shaking and moving. There was this one uncle sitting in the row opposite to me, who actually was putting jam in his tea. Wonder why. Crazy. The rest of the journey was spent listening to black label society \m/.

1000 hours we entered Delhi. The train passes through slum areas for about fifteen minutes before reaching the Paharganj station. This always makes my mood go crazy. The slum. The poor people. Those naked children running around. Penury. So i always think that i didn’t create it, neither am i responsible to eradicate it. 1020, the train reached the station. The usual hustle-bustle everywhere. ‘Intelligentsia’ all around. Made my way across them only to encounter those millions of taxi and auto rickshaw drivers. Suave talkers are they. But i wasn’t gonna get fooled this time. Smug.They almost try to maul you actually. I knew exactly what to do, make my way to the prepaid taxi service. Raghav went to the prepaid taxi service to get a ticket or whatever for some area called Nangloi. I stood there waiting and saying no to those taxi drivers. We were now heading for Nangloi, as we had our entrance test there. Delhi can really suck at times. The pollution and the traffic, even on a Sunday. The sun was unbearable. 1130 we reached our center. Damn. It was a village. The exam was from 3 to 5 and it was 1130. We asked the school people if there was SOME place nearby to hang out. They said there was this something bihari(thats the name of it) shop. So we walked a km just to find garbage and more garbage. A few hindi porn movie posters like ‘besharam raate’ ( shameless nights) and crap. The sun was killing us. Intense heat, 2km walk, no bathroom. Oh Lord!! take me back home. Then we decided to go to Punjabi Bagh, as it was nearby and had McDonald’s too. Finally some place to rest our sweaty arses. The Sunday traffic in Delhi is like a million times the office rush in Chandigarh. To our shock, we had to cross a main road. Screwed. Opening, and we ran like hell. Crossed it safely, and now we needed an auto rickshaw. These Delhi auto rickshaw drivers can really burn a hole in your pocket, if they get to know that you are an outsider. We already had spent 200 bucks on auto rickshaws. So, a little bargaining got us to Punjabi Bagh in 40 bucks. McDonald’s, my haven. McChicken, filet-o-fish, here i come and yes clean bathroom too. The McDonald’s was i think near some IIT-JEE coaching institution or something. There were kids all around holding question papers and bags. Reminded me of my old days, though i used to be drunk at tuition. Well, all this auto rickshaw riding took a lot of time and it was already 1230. We had to start for that village center at about 1330. We reached that village center at about 1400 hours. Boy, was i sweating like a pig or what. Delhi sun!! Curse you!! A million people had reached the center by then. We quickly checked which classrooms we had to give the exam in, and then it was all wait and become a black sweaty pig in the Delhi sun. Suddenly, to my surprise and shock, i saw this guy whom i had met on the NUJS exam. Whoa!! i thought he was dead. No, actually i thought i would never see him again. Well, then thats life. ” Hey, is that little John from Robin Hood?” i said, pointing towards this mammoth of a guy, 6 feet 4 inches tall, 6 feet 4 inches wide. Mutation?. I don’t know. ” Quit pointing, otherwise he’s gonna throw us back to Chandigarh!!” exclaimed the petrified Raghav. So i stopped. There were these weird guys, like metrosexuals or something. Pink Shirts. Whatever happened to sense.

Squeak-squeak. What? What did i just hear? Oh! It was these two girls talking. One squeaky voiced girl i must say. ” Wonder what she’ll sound like when she moans!!” said wise Raghav. “Like a mouse screams when you are about to kill it , i guess” exclaimed the sweaty black pig, in short me. It was 1450, and the school authorities weren’t letting us in. Darn!! Finally after all the wait, they did. So, exam was pretty easy. 1700 hours, back to good old home time. I could see little John coming from a mile away. Thump-Thump-Thump. Actually, i think i should leave the poor guy alone. So, anyways had to find an auto rickshaw to go to the bus stand. Found one. Took hundred bucks. I really don’t like abusing them because after all they are people, and they are trying to earn a living. Bus stand arrived after 1 hour. Just like any other bus stand. Urine stench everywhere, little puppies playing around.

Finally, bought the ticket, and i bought myself Midnight’s Children by Salman Rushdie, and a bottle of water. I had become a pig. So, the next five and a half hours were spent reading the book and talking about how HOT Barbie is. No wonder they had banned her in Russia.
Peace.

0 people like this post.

Like 

Time Changes, Situations Change, Priorities Change and somewhere we tend to lose ourselves. Today, everyone has a reason to live! Some live for their families, some for success some for money, fame, power etc but ultimately, all this will not make one happy – regardless of what anyone else tells us.

None is happy of what they have, everyone wants more and they do everything for it. Somewhere we do lie ourselves that we are happy from what we are and we are satisfied from everything. People like Alexander who ruled half of the world went unhappy! Does anyone have an answer for that? I would appreciate that he did the best but for WHOM? Why did he do it? At the end Did he really got satisfied? Did he take everything he had with him?

A Man lives his first twenty yrs as a man, then marries & spends thirty yrs just like a donkey, carrying all the burdens on his back and working hard whole day. When his children grown old, he starts living fifteen yrs as a dog being a gatekeeper and having anything given to him, so that when he is old, he can retire and at last start living the rest of the ten yrs like a monkey, by travelling from place to place and then from one ward to another to act some tricks so as to cheer and amuse his grandchildren.

I have recently discovered that some running to win competitions and then winning them doesn’t quite make the winner a winner in the long run, it could be a shortcut to success but in real for some it even meant giving up that part of life which the person always wanted to mastered! And when that person sits alone and reflects about his life he actually never knew that why he went for it and now why is he quitting that thing forever! The reason might be Nothing special left in it now or no other opportunity in it or No FIRE to do it any longer.

Every human being needs a change a turnaround in his life and if he is made to do the same thing with full passion and dedication repeatedly, and at the end he doesn’t get the result for it. Therefore is natural that he won’t do it ever again but in real he should not quit it as in every try there is a new learning and one should keep his spirits high and move on.

The perceptions that we form about everything is the main factor which is responsible for everything we do. Perceptions influence our actions/activities. It is our perceptions which if right may give us a right direction and one can be surprised about how everything is going in the right direction.

Everyone has dreams and they are actually the way that our sub-conscious mind processes and interprets reality. They are like indicators of what exactly our internal part is going through and how we respond to the world. For some dreams are the only thing which is keeping them alive, so they become very much important for them, perhaps more than reality. Dreams could be important — if there’s a symbolic, divine or psychic sense to them. A control over our dreams gives us a new question idea.

Dreams can’t be defined nor can they be proved in terms of their existence. Dreams are always ‘what-if?’ situation where perhaps one feels like that whatever he did was wrong or we didn’t or won’t do the right thing and want to imagine what it would have/will be like.

According to me they are important for an individual as they give us a sense to partially escape from the reality, people land up living in a world of fantasies by taking drugs or by just imaging.

For example my college mates are worried about what they are, how do they look, how they will get a job, do they have enough capability to get it, what will be the reality of life when they enter into professional world and again afraid of the future reality. None Knows” FOR WHOM!”

Somewhere we all run from reality as there is a question at the back of our minds that what will happen if? Or if we start living our life’s by just thinking that there will be day when we will die and start living with the fact that we will die one day then we won’t understand the real meaning of our life’s. None of us in my known has thought of the reason why is he created on this planet! Some people will say HUH! I am here to Chill or party or earn money, fame which is all materialistic! But none thought that which part of this universe will move with them? The question remains unanswered!

We sometimes ask people that Is there a life after death but we will definitely hear some facts about it but in real one can get the answer only after DEATH.

Lord Buddha was a Prince who had everything in his life, he was never allowed to go out of his palace, he was given everything he needed in the palace but when he came to know life outside his palace he went running here and there to know the reality of life and went through many things to attain “Moksha”. First he thought that only by meditating he will get it but then he found the true reality and he attained it. Everyone can’t be like him but one should always think of the reasons behind everything and avoid selfishness and do our deeds.

We all have questions about few things that we think no one can answer but One who aims to get his all answers will explore it and

That’s Life!!!

4 people like this post.

Like 

Engineering LIFE at UIET…

First of all, for all those who might not even know what UIET is University Institute of Engineering and Technology. So basically it is a college, which ends just as you enter the premises. It’s more of a building or two.

Some say getting into UIET was their worst decision, some say they had no option, but for me UIET has been the best ever thing that ever happened to me. Trust me, those two buildings might not have the desired hangouts but still, its no less than a ‘gerhi route’ for me. I guess it’s the atmosphere around rather than anything else that makes it such a wonderful place to be in.

I go to college, sleep in lectures, bunk lectures, go for hangouts (check my attendance frequentlyJ), participate in all possible co-curricular thingies, celebrate for no particular reason with my friends, go to library for checking out hot chicks(just before the exams), not to forget wake up early and study whose last 2 hours before exams. This is a normal college life, It My life, the way I live it, the way I love living it, I way I would like to live FOREVER!!

For all those ‘studious’ ones, you had your ‘arse’ on fire for 2 damn years, why the **** would you like to end up in an IIT, to ruin 4 more lovely years of you lives..!! I understand that you might want big money, huge bungalows, sesky cars, but whats the point in having them and ending up not having the time and perspective to enjoy them.

Life Is short, live it, love it and most of all ‘XPERIENCE IT’!” .

P.S. – my perceptions, my thoughts, my way of living a life, please don’t run after my life for condemning life at IITs J.. Maybe someone else might tell you about the ‘Uber- cool’ fun at IIT, but please don’t forget to ask about the ‘Uber- Uber- Uber cool’ arbit and ever-lasting studying sessions they tend to have every second dayJ

A UIET lover…

Anshul Kashyap

2 people like this post.

Like