सोच लो!

क्षणभंगुर है सब कुछ...
आज है कल नही रहेगा ,
पता है हमें लेकिन मानते नही...
ऊपर से मान जाएँ तो भी स्वीकारते नही।
द्वेष, क्लेश,दुःख,लगाव,मोह- माया...
इनको गले लगा के किसने क्या है पाया?
कुछ नही, कभी नही, लेकिन ज़िन्दगी अपने आप को पूरी करती ही है,
हर क्षण एक नई उम्मीद प्राण लेती है,
जब साँसे मिली हैं तो जियो,
सिर्फ़ जीना ज़िन्दगी नही है, साँस लो खुल कर हंसों...
क्या पता कल का कुछ भरोसा ही ना हो.

All I do is act on my passions and they call it sin.

All I do is tell the truth and they call me a hypocrite.

All I feel is pain and sorrow and they call it love.

All I do is pour my heart out to empty pages and they call it poetry.
-Benito Behar

Joy of being common.

As a child many of us might have heard that story of a king in search of the happiest person on the earth and ultimately it was known that it was a beggar who had nothing to lose,who was most happy. The common man today has innumerable problems and a different strife each day,but the joy of life only comes in small packages.The need of the hour is to grasp it. From the monotonous daily affairs to happiness of the soul-the journey starts only with one word called "Enthusiasm". It was rightly said :

"Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife
Their sober wishes never learned to stray;
Along the cool sequestered vale of life
They kept the noiseless tenor of their way."

'Another candle on the altar' can only live its full life if it knows how to breathe in, its own share of fresh sunshine,cool air and solid ground beneath.

Long route less travelled

Who takes decisions in one's life?

I had this notion that I can take decisions concerning me instantly. Whenever I went shopping with my friends, they would take hours to decide what to buy and what not, and I would be through with billing and payment even, by then. Also,I believed that no one could stop me or dictate my decisions.

But it is still difficult for me to pronounce "Decision" clearly [other words being 'delusion','dyslexia', 'entrepreneurship' etc.] and I used to wonder why? Till the time I realised that everything was delusional and inter-connected. I am not as tough and strong headed as I considered myself to be. In the virtual world I may do whatever I have thought of, but reality lies in the terrain unknown. I can neither take decision instantly anymore,nor can I wait for time to do the honours. Basically I'm turning out to be good for nothing.

Apprehensively, I have noticed that many people and circumstances take decisions for me. This present state of doldrums in my mind depicts that. As a result the upturning by products are frustration, irritation,rebel,unhappiness and all malices.

I know that the solution lies only with me but I am scared to take the lead.

"Bestest"

It's my "Bestest" friend's birthday today!

The one having whom in my life ,I can really call my achievement! Somewhere sometimes back I came across a one liner stating, 'a true friend is the one whom you take least care to acquire but you can open up your heart easily before him/her'. I can still remember my 1st day in hostel,wherein on the way to hostel to college I was sitting alone on the 1st seat of the bus , thinking, pondering and musing all to myself. It wasn't anything abnormal for me,neither was I missing my home and parents because it wasn't the first time that I was out of my home. Nevertheless, she came up all the way from the back seat and asked can she be my friend? She had noticed the loneliness deep set in me, which I had ignored so far. So went our friendship. We even shared our poetry-personal diaries and gradually became 'mind and soul mates'. My bed in the hostel became our thinking corner where we would think and discuss all night sometimes. I used to hate business and economics, but somehow she convinced me to have some glimpse of 'business today' even. We created orkut community called 'Abhivyakti' together and included all her and my friends to satisfy our knowledge thirst [although it has been dormant for a while now]. Whenever I felt a little low in life she would come up with an effective solution for it.
With so much ease and comfort she declared me to be her 'muse' and 'soul mate'. Though I didn't considered myself deserving enough for so much importance, but she made me feel so.
She is one of her kind who can consider herself a 'loser' only because of the fact that the circle of friends ,kith and kins around her is unhappy and she cannot do anything to comfort them. Her life is a kaleidoscope unravelling itself in such a way that even she doesn't knows the consequences of many things but she definitely knows her 'stand' which people complain she lacks of! Once she shared her few lines with me which seems so apt.
कभी कभी दुनिया भर की हिम्मत कम पड़ जाती है ज़िन्दगी के १ गम को छुपाने के लिए , तब आप समझ पाते हैं की आपने खोया क्या है।
ठीक उसी तरह जैसे ज्वालामुखी चट्टानों और पत्थरों में से दरार करती हुयी फूट पड़ती है और कई जिंदगियों को अपने चपेट में ले लेती है।

She is the only one after my mum before whom I don't prefer to put any mask at all. I used to hesitate calling any specific friend my 'best ' friend,because that might make other good friends feel less important. But she taught me it is not imperative that you ought to have only one best friend. There can be many best friends. There is no law prohibiting that.
So,I started calling her my bestest friend. Nonetheless I have many other best friends too. The one in school whom even my teachers and parents called inseparable and called our names together. The one in Jamshedpur school who shared with me common hatred for maths and love for 'Dosa uncle's south Indian delicacies.The one in college's 1st year,who guided me like an elder sis. The one in department with whom I share mine and our Bro's birth-dates[not month] and whose family members adored me affectionately. The one who shares similar understanding [IQ's] , tastes and preferences and who chose me to share her life with me at one point of time.The one who was not so good a friend during school time but seven years hence the longing for home and old buddy's still binds us tight.The one who shares similar writing and other creative skills,though being in another field.The one who shares opposite tastes in music,movies and imagery, still books, thought process and mutual appreciation holds us together. Every one had and has a great good soul which I adore from the bottom of my heart.

Diversified, howsoever it may seem, but I am glad to have so many best friends around me,recognizing whom, ARPITA has taught me!

"The soul has no color or no accent or way of life.The soul is forever. The soul is one. And when the heart has its moments of truth and sorrow,the soul can't be stilled".

"And some things are just so sad that only your soul can do the crying for you."- Shantaram

खाना, पीना, सोना, चित्रकारी, पढ़ना, फोटोग्राफी और सबका दिमाग खाना .... काश ज़िन्दगी ऐसी ही होती हमेशा के लिए।

हंसो तो थोड़ा.

क्यों बड़ा होना होता है हमें? कभी सोचा है ,क्यों उसी बने बनाये रास्ते पर चलना होता है?
बच्चे से बड़े बनो, ज्ञान के बदले अंहकार, स्वाभिमान के बदले अभिमान क्यों अपनाना होता है?
क्यों नही ज़िन्दगी सीधी लकीर सी होती है? क्यों हमें हर चेहरे के ऊपर लगे अनेक मुखौटों में से सच्चाई को ढूंढ़ना होता है?

कितना अच्छा होता अगर हमें आज भी बारिश में घोंघे के ऊपर से फिसलती बूंदों को देख कर उतनी ही खुशी मिलती,
फूलों के पराग चुन कर लायी तितली को अपनी ऊँगली पर बैठा, नीले-पीले रंग देख के दुनिया भर का कौतुहल होता,
नए कपड़े और धुप चश्मे को लगा सब को दिखाने का, फोटो खिचवाने का मन करता.
झींगुर की पुकार सुन उसके साथ जुगलबंदी करने का मन करता, जुगनू की झिलमिल देख शीशे में कैद करने की ख्वाईश।
अपने ढेर सारे पेंसिल-रबड़, रंगभरी के संकलन को देख के गर्व महसूस होता और हर बार किताब दूकान जा कर और नए लेने की चाहत भी होती.
लकड़ी का तानपुरा किसी को बजाते देख ,विश्वास हो जाता की बस खरीदवाने की देरी है, फ़िर हम भी ऐसी ही धुन बजा लेंगे।
किसी दोस्त के जन्मदिन में देने के लिए सर्वश्रेष्ट तोहफा चाहिए होता , कुछ ऐसा जिसे कभी किसी ने नही देखा हो।
किसी भिखारी के बच्चे को ललचाई दृष्टि से अपने खाने की तरफ़ देखते देख , घृणा नही होती, बल्कि मन करता की उसे दोस्त बना लें और थोडी साफ़ सफाई करवा दें, अपने खिलौने बाँट लें।
गलतियाँ करने और गिरने से डर नही लगता, खतरे और चुनौतियों से कोई तकलीफ नही होती, संभालने के लिए २-४ हाथ जो हमेशा साथ होते।

लेकिन हम बड़े हो गए,
मासूम खुशियों को रौंदते हुए आगे बढ़ गए।
इस दुनिया में जो रहना था।
कड़वी सच्चाई का घूँट जबरदस्ती पीना जो था।

• मेरे ४ साल के भतीजे "श्रेष्ठ" से प्रेरित , जिसने मुझे फ़िर से "खुश रहना " सिखाया । :D
  

When my day turned chocolaty...

• Started at 11.29 p.m. -23rd Sept. when my FB status read..."I love this time every year. 23rd September-11.30 p.m.-12.00 . Everybody pretends...and tries to hide secrets I already know so well! lolz ;)". But then I went offline and waited. Bhaiya was sound asleep till then, He woke up when Mummy papa rang up at 12.00 [their day usually ends up at 10.30 p.m. everyday but they waited for me]. Then he decorated the delicious chocolate cake with chocolate liquid dripping from all sides. I really relished it. Although I am neither so fond of sweets and cakes,nor I have so great an appetite,yet I felt like eating all the cake myself. :P Nevertheless, the never ending sequence of greeting phone calls began. I just loved it. How important can machinery such as cell phone/Internet make us feel at times. I made bhaiya blow 2 balloons for me. I can be torturous at times. B-D
• In the morning ,again papa-ma rang me up at 5.30...God knows what I talked,it seemed an elongation of my sweet dream.All the relatives, friends-this time no one forgot my birthday :) wished me. Importance glorified again!
• My daily Puja today lasted for 1/2 an hour. Still I cannot figure out,what wishes did I ask for. May be, many other people in the world are more needy then me. So I wish their wishes are granted before me.
• I was greeted whole heartily by everyone. What was more cherishing was the fact that it was my last B'day in clg. and it was after a long time that whole class was assembled together,since there is a big submission scheduled for tomorrow so everyone needed to work. Whatever the fact may be, I felt happy to be greeted after every 10 minutes.
• Raman really made my day by hiding a set of gifts in my handbag after every 1 hour. She began at 9.40 a.m. with 2 melody toffees that she had wrapped in a silver gift paper. At 10.40 she gifted me again a silver wrapped small 5 star. At 11.40 it was a bigger 5 star bar...the size increased gradually, then the magazine "champak" which she knew how much I enjoyed reading since my childhood.Finally it was an English champak with a Game CD. Yaaeey a bonus! It was the cutest way of gifting anything to anyone. I felt like a kid again , when we used to pull out ruled paper out of our notebooks and gave each other self sketched greeting cards.
• My school buddy who will be a full fledged doctor 2.5/3 years henceforth and her college friend who is equally dear were here for their convention at AIIMS. I spent some quality time with them . Meeting her was equal to revamping pages of old album. Also she gave me a greeting card with an adorable colorful teddy amongst hundreds of black and white ones, declaring me 1 among millions. How special it was!
• Shweta gave me "Birthday phone mail card" with a lot of communication written onto it. I just love reading-and everyone knows that! Also she mentioned-"Miss blog bee Shivangi Shaily " He he he :D
• Arpi came to the 3rd floor in the afternoon with a book on Tagore by Sunil Gangopadhyayay. We often share similar taste in books. I'm sure this book will be interesting enough. Also she gifted me a greeting card with a psycho-analysis taste. A certainly cute gesture it is indeed. I can claim that she is the person with similar mental frequency as mine! Thanks a lot Arpi!
• Then the party time again... while working constantly for near about 1/2 an hour I could hear Usha mam's laughter roar, Shinju mam's occasional giggles and Shivshakti sir's expert comments and was wondering all the time , which class was going on in the other room! Then Ruchi came and said, Shivi-Shinju mam is calling you. By now I had sensed everything fishy but was mum, because as mentioned above I like the median time when everyone pretends to hide secrets. This time it was bigger chocolate cake with choco chips too. Raman told me that sheeza ,Ruchi and she went to evergreens and brought it. While earlier Kawleen and yamini intended to bring it . Who said that our class has group bifurcations! In my case everyone was equally happy. All the teachers made me gulp big pieces while shinju mam smeared cream and chocolate on my face assisted by Sheeza. Though I hate that but loved it too [hypocrisy I know! ;)] The whole thing was worth remembering for the lifetime.
• Kawleen sang birthday jingles as "many more blogs to you!" instead of many BFs to you... She knew that it would make me feel happier! Nidhi and NT had wished me on phone at 12.15-12.30 singing songs for me. Whoah! :)
• Then in the afternoon Nitin gave me a Chotu Dairy milk Shot that was totally melted because Priyam taunted him that he should have gifted something to me. He defended himself that it is his Lucky chocolate and would work as a charm for me too, so I should ask for some wish and it would be fulfilled in a day. He has kept it in his pocket for 1 year. Hilarious and sweet ;D
• Sheena proposed that I should ask everyone to gift me 1-1 swatch each to reduce my workload.
• Now comes Yamini. She was a little late because she got up late. But then , she took an early leave from her common elective class and especially came to greet me. I went with her to the Hanuman temple near Nirulas and had batasha as prasad! Today being the 6th day of Navratri, this held special prominence.
• While returning back while I was seated in an auto I saw Jasmine and Sangram crossing the road, so I thought to wave them bye and go, but they stopped me and gave me a big Dairy milk . Another coveted gift!
• Reaching home, Bhaiya was there with a parker pen, a greeting card for his dearest 'small kid', a bottle of mountain dew, Pasta and paneer ki sabzi as dinner.
• Scores of Hugs and greetings from others were free free free...
• An overall excellent birthday I had ... It would be an understatement if I just Thank everyone for it.

Hah!

Her virtue was that she said what she thought, her vice that what she thought didn't amount to much. - Peter Ustinov

How true this seems for me!

I used to be important for some people until recently when I was made to realize this is just "insignificant"!

An encounter with the skilled creativity!

Today I with few of my fellow classmates met the greatest shoemakers(Shoe designer would be more apt!) of our times. He not only touched our lives,but also somehow managed to add one more reason,for considering us lucky enough to have survived all audacity and be happy with present circumstances. The lecture at the British council today was not only a learning experience but also paved way for brainstorming the causes that we need to address from our real life instances. Along with answering many a queries in his cute Malaysian-Chinese accent and out of the world sense of humour, he personally interacted and autographed for everyone.
Here is some tangible facts about his life:
Jimmy Choo is Malaysian of Chinese descent, who was born in Penang in 1961 into a family of shoemakers. He made his first shoe when he was 11 years old. He is perhaps the most notable of students of Cordwainers' Technical College in Hackney, London, from which he graduated in 1983.Choo has divulged that he worked part-time at restaurants and as a cleaner at a shoe factory to help fund his college education.His beginnings can be traced back to his workshop in Hackney, East London, which he opened in 1986 by renting an old hospital building. His craftsmanship and designs were soon noticed and he came to the verge of international notability when his creations were featured in a record eight pages in a 1988 issue of Vogue magazine. Patronage from Diana, Princess of Wales from 1990 onwards further boosted his image.In 1996, he co-founded Jimmy Choo Ltd with British Vogue accessories editor Tamara Mellon.
No Celebrity tantrums
Being a designer of International repute, he was ought to have had loads of celebrity attitude and tantrums, but it was amazing to notice that he lacked one!He mentioned many a times his father, cousins with there family business of shoe making,vogue editor who gave him the required chance-all those who were instrumental in building steps to his ladder of success. The modesty with which he accepted his failure in speaking good English, to being a person with such a humble beginning, his calibre rests not in the fact that he utilized his innate skill, but in the fact that he embraces defeat and success with equal arms. Being attached to his roots -was something so obviously reflected. Being at a height and not selling your soul is something different and quite difficult to achieve.
The confidence and simplicity.
The Jimmy Choo label is not a novice in the field of shoe making, but in the initial years, even this great shoemaker had to let his name subdue under the names of some big fishes of fashion world. But,because he believed in his skill at hand and could easily make himself "necessary" for everyone, he paved his way for an "individual" niche! Being skilled makes you qualified enough to travel whole world and chalk out your own path of destiny. So,possessing something deep inside is so essential. One day if you are unable to work with some big names,for some reasons,it should be your boss who should be a considered a loser to not have had worked with you.
Since he designs only female footwear,so his own shoes are designed in his cousin's enterprise. He is not at all obsessed with his brand image!
He was made to hone his skill of shoe making with his father's pressure too, but he cannot push his 18 years old daughter similarly because the times have changed. The changing times demands more understanding between the relationships to sustain longer. This shows the adaptability Gen X'ers show which is worth learning. Even my father never feels hesitant in learning new technology things and sociological changes in approach in practically everything today,from Gen Y people like us.I saw the similar spark. Lack of superiority whim is so important!
Hard work pays.
There is no shortcut to hard work. If we think that only looking glamorous or being a part of page 3 party makes you a known face in fashion circles, then there is no other mis-conception like that. Social butterflies can reign only till the time flowers(extravagant Richie-rich people) are fresh, then they die! If you do not believe in the word 'diligence' then there is no place for you. Designing doesn't touches people's life as a doctor's job, or a lawyer's plea, but a good design can certainly make or break a star's image or even a commoner's identity! If a job like that of an engineer or an accountant demands 8-9 hours normally, a designer has to devote 16 hours for just thinking and planning.Execution can take much more time. The Buddhist ideals of forgiveness and let-live, let-go attitude was easily reflected in his life.
Although people do not consider shoe-making as an ideal honourable job, yet Jimmy choo's example has set forth new dimensions to my life. I am personally motivated enough to pursue something in this direction. Prior to this, I thought of taking footwear as a serious vocation,but it was not so intense.
This evening interaction shall remain in my memory for many years to come. It inspired and touched me, giving a direction to the flow of thoughts. Rather I should feel obliged to see such a day in my life! A real Mile-stone!

नया रास्ता खोजें या बना लें?

कितने उलझे हुए हैं रास्ते,
कच्ची सड़क , धूल मिटटी से सनी सख्त पत्थरों के आवरण हैं सारे ।
काली, अँधेरी बदली बैठी है बिजली गिराने के वास्ते ,
घनघोर अँधेरा, एक हाथ को दूजा सूझता नही हो जैसे।

खुशियाँ ? वह क्या होती हैं ?
हँसना कब भूले- अब तो याद भी नही है।

फ़िर क्या करें की सारे दुःख विस्मृत हो जाएँ ?
जिस रजनी की छाया से दूर जाना चाहते हैं,
उसको ख़तम करके आगे बढे कैसे?

कोई दूजा रास्ता ढूँढें...
खुशियाँ चुन चुन के हर शाख से तोड़ के ,फूलों के रस में इकठ्ठा कर के रखें,
या एक नया पथ ही बना लें ?

जिस पर आजतक कोई चला ना हो ,
जिस की हरेक ईंट अंतर्मन के अटूट विश्वास से बनी हो...
वह विश्वास जो कोई तोड़ ना सके,
बुरी नज़र अगर देख भी ले तो पास ना आ पाए।
चलो नया रास्ता खोजें या एक नवीन बना लें।

My own saddistic pleasures...

Sometimes I derive pleasure out of nothing, a different kind of happiness which might seem derogatory/offensive/irritating/stupid to some and I may appear a loser/lunatic to them, yet I like it.

• Coloring things I like with tints and shades of purple.
• Posing as though I have a lot many faces and masks on me, but who knows I'm a normal human being with more than average errors...Now that is none of my problem if people hold me mysterious and incomprehensible, and cannot figure out things about me.
• Seeing Sunlight peeping out from leaves of newly rain washed trees, also light beneath heavy clouds,although I do not hold firmly that every cloud has a silver lining ,yet I like watching them.
• People trying to stop auto rickshaw while I'm seated behind [well well I admit some other people are a little more happy then me on this point ,yet I like it too] ;) That makes me forget the pain of not getting an auto and loads of stuff to carry many a times.
• When people don't notice me,or I remain invisible for some. They come and ask, are you in the same class/course/a 4th year student? Also this happens often with people who are supposed to judge me ,they forget to notice me,and give some mediocre analysis/judgement about me, and I like it. Being mediocre has its own pleasure!
• Laughing till jaws start hurting and my visible nerve on forehead is more visible, on any petty topic like, " last night I killed 240 mosquitoes"-happened during my Mathematics class 10th board exam, or something like some aunt sharing with me all "non-vegetarian" recipe,and I, all the time amusingly hear to it. There are more of such incidents.
• Hiding magazines like Nandan,Champak,Nanhe samrat,RD' between my books and reading, though it was a tactic to avoid mum crib ,but I knew even then that she was all the time having her share of pleasure-fun, she knew everything,[God she can still read my mind] maybe that enhanced my reading habits manifolds because things difficult to do are more coveted .
• Hearing all the problems in people's life with all possible interest. That makes me a friend of all, foe of none, and also a boring person having no life of my own so I can mind other people's businesses too. May be I don't get involved so soon and always remain a third party,so I am harmless to everybody,but who knows ,may be my instincts are more alive and solid. I hear and choose to ignore! :) Ignorance is a bliss in itself!
• Coming back from work and it starts raining, no transport vehicle in sight, I start walking and panting like a dog too,after a while legs start hurting,things seem obscure before my eyes,I don't care what is happening around, I have a sole aim to walk,and walk and keep on walking .Suddenly,traffic halts for more than 5 minutes and I leave behind cars ,rickshaws -all who had surpassed me 10 minutes before. This is called conquering!
• Hearing weird terms and speculating the real reason behind their origin like 'cigarette pants, smoking jacket '- Can they hold more ciggies for smokers? and ain't they motivating this weird habit? :D I mean what fun people derive out of those fumes of smoke? yucks! Terms like 'leg o' mutton sleeve'- even human bones are shaped alike then why not call it 'leg o' human sleeve' :P , 'Medulla oblongata'- as if ,if you don't attach that rectangle people won't recognize it! 'Cape,Tent jacket'- why do you need to construct it? make yourself so grand so as to accommodate in the real one! 'Hammer ,anvil' bones in the ear- some machinery workshop out there?
• Remaining awake for two consecutive days/nights and still not wanting to sleep for no reason at all. How can I ? What if someone else sees this beautiful world more than me?
• Reading attendance list, telephone directories,people's bio data,even recognizing names by faces and memorizing thousands of irrelevant people,their story,birthdays ,about them... although others might not recall or even recognize me at all,who cares; after all ,Can I expect Shakespeare to read my poems because I read his? Everyone is a celebrity, seen from my eyes.
• In spite of that ,forgetting things, that I wish to forget. I can deliberately forget places ,faces and events. Even computer memory disk needs De-fragmentation and cleaning up sometimes.
• Feeling "Fright-fight and flight" hormone having a major say in my Psyche, every time I have to publicly speak something. I've begun enjoying myself in trouble.
• And the last one, breaking the water bubble. How nice it feels to finish a thing!

The country of "No"!

For the first time applied some brain in writing and the resultant was not as pleasing! Sad but true-'Heart works better than Brain'!

"India is the country of No. That 'no' is your test. You have to get past it. It is India's great wall; it keeps out foreign invaders. Pursuing it energetically and vanquishing it is your challenge."- excerpts from Maximum city - Suketu Mehta.

To pursue the challenge and start living with a little more enthusiasm in a country where every 'no' seems easier than 'yes', it is very essential to analyze everything minutely.Consider a hypothetical yet a typical day in a grown up person's life residing in any city of India. Early morning he wakes up-alarmed and disgusted, yet another day to start with!!!!Prepares himself to face the world ahead. He puts up a mask on his face which would protect and hide his real true self from the world. He wears a plastic smile-in accordance with the concrete surrounding around him. People will recognize him, socialize with him, if he has some material wealth stuffed in his pocket or bank, try to be good for him. Otherwise they will ignore!

Ignore him for being too modest in spending, a miser -till the time he is considered a bankrupt, and then left to live on other's benevolence. Rather, even if we avoid such extreme hypothesis, he dresses up elegantly-he knows that he has some shortcomings that cannot be hidden under wraps of power dressing, yet he does that because the confidence fostered due to this is sufficient to keep him alive and rocking! He ties up his shoe laces and has an inner wish to keep all world tied onto it.For a simple telephone/mobile connection ,he knows he will have to encounter innumerable 'no' before he is actually granted one. Everywhere he is faced with a long queue, whether he goes for a Gas cylinder, milk, grocery, or the water from Kuwait," Petroleum” !

Sometimes, his pocket size doesn't allows him to do things at the first instant, and some other times the wide mouthed giant of price hikes.Whatever the case may be he goes on putting up that mask, To the whole world he seems to be a perfect gentleman with a nice home-be it built on a high interest bank loan, a high salaried job-be it nominal with loads of debts to pay, nice lifestyle- to support which, he will one day sell himself, and a happy family-who can never remain at peace with their half fulfilled dreams and aspirations.

But the question is what is that ,without having which his life is as incomplete as a flower without a bee to hover upon it. Is it money? No, something like that is out of question since money is so deliquescent in nature that it can never remain static in a single place, it flows and flows on. Then is it ignorance? No, even that can be got rid of by being in constant contact with the outside social world, then what is it?May be it is the ambition or the ever prosperous desires that were or rather would be never hit by any type of recession. It increases, day after day, moment after moment, it makes the man awe and gasp for the un-achieved!

This awed reverence results in creation of further more dreams and aspirations along with unavailability of resources to suffice the needs.So, here comes the urge, the necessity to wear a mask, to have a deception point, wherein his simple being is underneath layers of social pretentiousness. He needs to show off and flaunt something that he doesn't actually have.Consequently, a vigor to live originates, although the whole building is built on a null and void base yet, the building starts taking shape, and the person is considered fit to survive in forest of social dogmas. He has successfully created his niche place ,who knows how wide a hiatus has he created between his natural soul and the outward appearance.Now he can breathe in the free air which replenishes his nostrils every time with fresh air of rights to continue living in a country like ours!

One more stone in the ring...

Some boast,
Some herald,
Riches cost their master's intellect!
Pompous Heraldry
False pride upon it,costs dearly,
Yet the possessor thinks it to be his own permanent forte.
nothing remains,
The material wealth
the worldly gains...
Everything sublimates
and blends,indistinguishable from earth.
Nothing can stay forever.
Can path of truth lead anywhere else then ultimate truth?
The final destined hour is one and the same for all.
Even Almighty cannot change that!

Ye meri life hai-final part!

That's my 70 % revealed mood board!
Analysis for this was:

• Nicely done mdbrd,She is a dreamer:Of course I am a dreamer, I like to visualize and imagine things. That's why I am in this field.
• Parents and sibling hold a firm say in all the decisions she makes: Yes, they do ,without discussing everything with them everyday,my day seems incomplete.but that picture of chess board and yoga ppl was put to depict that I hate all types of cut-throat selfish competition. sepia pictures of course were for my love for home, Chocolates because I love them,lot of green was used because I wanted to be free and close to nature,hectic metro life is unsuitable for me. Transport me to some remote village with greenery and plantation all around and some work at hand, and I would be more than happy.Parents only suggest,they don't enforce any binding upon me, Bhaiya is also a second parent to me,I don't feel like hiding anything from him either.
• She is a little secretive and mysterious-tend to keep secrets. A little shy, she doesn't opens up easily-That I've become recently,that too intentionally with an extra effort to keep mum and let people speak, it gives more matter for thinking later. Also I can observe people more when I'm quite. Yesterday one of my school pal reminded that he always thought that I was an extrovert, everyone at home and school would have thought the same, yet say that in my college today and everyone would laugh! I've changed a lot in this manner within 7-8 years.
• special query comment by one of the class mates: Why is the glass with drink used there?-Well, I know what he meant actually, nevertheless,sir said because she wanted to add depth ,my contemplation was that ,because I wanted to stay close to nature and deep rooted to my ground. I would love the situation if a childhood buddy meets me after 10 years and says, "Shivi, You are the same!"
• Different textures and ingredients are added and things are free from clutter,widely spaced,mdbrd was too big,may be her life is so vast that it wasn't accommodating in an A3 sheet!- Yes I like balancing and reach my hand to multiple arenas, because there is so much to learn from the world that one life isn't enough even. Clutters and confusions have minimum place in my world.
• Well, well well ,much said and done ,I will stop here, Whats the use of revealing everything when you discover yourself afresh every new day. Things change every moment.Manu sir's class was worth cherishing and all that is written is on popular demand, so people,no offence was intended, all regrets if any has occurred!My life has 45% more to this. 15% of it is known to me , rest is still to be explored!

Ruchi Singh

For her world is so sweet, bad vices,malice do not exist at all ! She is 5 steps back from the present state. everything is sweet , cute and Ram rajya for her :That is one aspect of her, she is one girl who has emerged out of all audacity to brave the whole world. On one hand she is slow, kind,guardian like-who likes my old brown-beige world , on another she always prefers working with techno-futuristic themes. So, it is that basically she is of another world altogether. Also, I like the way she keeps a record of everything arranged carefully in her register-I cannot do something of the sort[golgappa in hisaab that I am!],I wish all the problems in her life sublimates away asap! Only problem that I have,why does she speaks full sentences with every word pronounced correctly? :P Kidding,he he. She is a good person at heart!

Sheeza Naseer: A 10 point someone @ NIFT

Her parents love her and she is close to her family. She is closest to her GrandPa ,she once told me.

She is punctual ,disciplined and serious- Obviously what can one expect out of a 10 sgpa perfect designer. I and everyone, I guess even she must be wondering how can anyone score a perfect 10 in design subjects!Anyways I don't have any grudges for that matter.Just plain contemplation! She told me that in her hometown she is like a small town girl,carrying vegetables,doing daily routine works. Funny! Although whole world considers her a superwoman with extra ordinary working capacity,but she has more of it. She is a loving, non political,practical,yet hardworking girl. She has toned down her dressing and thinking habits,a girl who was once in fresher party crowned "Ms.nimbu mirchi"...now knows how to utilize her freedom and demarcate herself above ordinary! Proud of you! Decency is always given more weightage!

Ye meri Life hai 2

Ramandeep Saluja:

• 80% of the people do not exist for her. She don't even want to learn about them .The rest 20 % people nearest to her bother her only when they personally start affecting her life.- True. Although she is one of my dearest friend but I can choose to agree with the above-mentioned statement! The only reason why I always used to tell her to keep laptop screen at a distance and not to peep so close into the books,because I wished she could see the world as it is, know more about people around her , their lives,their grudges and wisdom!
• Her Family life is so serene and calm ,but her professional one is entirely different,She thinks that she is superior than most of the people,she has also changed stream of work- Her family is so sweet that meeting them has always been like encountering a fresh dose of nostalgia. They really take efforts to keep her happy,which is reflected in her smile every time.Many a times she has admitted the fact that she is a totally different-opposite person at home. Superiority is one thing that I want to take in positive terms,its good to have that confidence in oneself. I sometimes gain strength from her this personality trait.Although she takes all care to portray herself as a minimalistic simple being but ultimately it leads her in standing out from the common crowd. Lastly her loyalty and dedication is something to cherish! I have never seen a person who even dreams about 'work'. She can continuously work day and night and semester 7 is like a burden on her because we have so much of a free time! Now I wont delve deeper... People can kill me for disclosing their so many things.Things said for Raman are truth which were deciphered for the first time. So,she was also thrilled to know them.Finally 8/10 for this.

Shweta Sood:

She Believes in her kith,kins and friends,but friends necessarily don't understand her faith. She is loyal to her closed group that she has formed and have raised the standards of goodness and loyalty so much,that it becomes difficult for her to find people of her type.-True to an extent,this is something that she keeps hiding most of the time .I mean I never knew that.She was also thrilled to know things of her sub-conscious mind.She used colorful hands because she is friendly happy and joyous, music,gizmo,dogs and chocolates because of her love for them, Yoga girl because she likes meditating. But these were some obvious ones which obviously were overlooked. A 6 out of 10 rating.It was so good to hear her narrate a poem that she wrote for "Fuchas" in 1st semester,and confidence level that she showed,while most of us had no courage to even withstand Seniors introduction sessions. Splendid! A happy go lucky lass within limits,she knows the barring line.Ultimate word for her -"Suave lady"!

Ye meri Life hai -1

In our visual Merchandising class our Teacher Manu Sir gave us an interesting exercise about depicting our lives in form of a collage/moodboard and then he analysed through those pictures about us. Whatever he said was so true that we were all amazed! So I thought to share some of the lives, not only mine, but also of some close friends!

Yamini Sachdeva:

Manu sir's Analysis:

• -She cannot live without friends. Friends are like a pillar support to her. Yamini can do nothing without their support. She used a cup-crockery picture,even that cannot stand on itself.She is family oriented and likes socialising.
• Quite true! I confess that this is a thing which I have learnt from her. Being amidst so many friends, yet sustaining the relationship without hurting anyone.She can even die for her friends. All the fancy sms in fashion during friendship week,saying "A true friend is one who holds your hand tightly when you scream "leave" !" epitomizes her persona! Indeed,I've been witness to some of her tears recently,and my heart bled because they were shed for her friend.
• She likes to cherish memories. Truth again. She has preserved all her G-talk conversations even. She remembers all important dates and good things said by her near and dear ones word by word!I was baffled by her ability to re-create old scenes, I know her college and hostel in Pune,her summer camp,her school friends,without even meeting anyone!
• She is looking for answers in her life-Now this one is a little sceptical, she can answer this better.
• Social service-She likes to help people and be a benevolent one. Yes,she gave her only sandwich to one of our class fellas because his mdbrd reflected "hunger" and sir joked that she should actually give her "khana". She did it! God ! she remained starved for the day to keep her words. My God. Her love for yellow is so well justified here . It signifies selfless friendship. Miss yellow, I actually tried many a times to forgo my hatred for yellow,only because of you. Maintain that smile [rather I should say laugh,I bet u cannot just grin n smile]always on your face, :)

Hare Krishna!

The Rich,the Elegant, The perfect poise that outshines the perfect eternity.
The soothing prelude whispering the divine chant of humanity.
The silver aura scintillating like moon amidst all dark and no light!
Krishna is an embodiment of all these material world and far more...in his each stride!
Yet,Can anyone ever decipher why did maverick God needed to be like us,and be the one among many?
He stole,he lied,he ran away and cheated,chose former among wrong and right.
Because he wanted to be a human being ,termed simple and upright!
Errors are so humane, that since then,forgiveness has become divine!

Hanger clips

Life's soul is like hanger clips.....

It can hold clothes...friends, relatives kith and kins .

It catalyses some processes smoothly

It can build the whole real web of life efficiently.

It cares, It nurtures, It is strong willed and powerful.

Still it needs some 'guardian rope' to hang upon and depend!

Some Socially Un-useful Yet Highly Productive Works... SSUYHPW

- Wake up early morning in between 5.30 to 6.15a.m.
-Go for Morning walk and laugh on kids waiting for school bus, [get chided 4 it by Papa]also remember my own days.
- Try to know new varieties of Flora and fauna abundant on the way
-Return back and hurriedly finish off Yoga-Pranayams with mummy.
-Have some tea/Milk/Biscuits , pose to read Hindi newspaper,finish it off in less than 5 minutes.
-Play Bhakti songs on old Philips tape-recorder at full volume and sing along with it!
-Be a subject to mum's 'hair and skin-beautifying naturo-pathy'
-Take my tiny camera and capture some 'obvious pics'-needing no special arrangement.
-Edit them on photo-shop, Coral and Picasa, see them and be happy :D
-Face booking, orkutting,twittering[site seldom opens],blogging sometimes and googling.
-waiting for electricity, calling up on 240611[bijli office] and scolding ppl there :P
-Surfing channels on TV.
-Try to write something-I am running short of ideas now.
-Completed 'To kill a mocking bird'-nice book indeed.
-Some more Hindi books in mum's library need to be explored.
-Make some random layout for presentation and documents
-Trying to cook some novel dishes, although I am not too good at it, yet no harm in trying.
-Visit some relative and friends. Feels nice hearing people. Though I hate kids blaming and abusing my school and teachers, because I still love my school and cannot tolerate a word against them[I know this was a little too much, anyways...].
-Doodle traditional Indian motifs.
-Eat mummy's head-bk bk bk bk all day.
-Recently went to local Disney-land. Bought some wood articles. happy to see so much colors all around, sad to see the crowd.
-and the biggest one!- Sleep........Zzz :D
-Yes and the day ends at just 11.30 p.m.

He had discovered a great law of human action, without knowing it - namely, that in order to make a man or a boy covet a thing, it is only necessary to make the thing difficult to obtain. - Mark Twain

निजी डाक पोस्ट

कितना अच्छा है की ईश्वर सूरज की किरनें डाक पोस्ट से किसी व्यक्ति विशेष के घर के पते पर नही भेजता।

कोई तो है, जिसके लिए सब एक सामान है ।

All mothers have an intuition. Only the great ones are like "Radar"