Incredible Us

I have constantly been a hard core nationalist and even during the CWG scam, persisted on our hospitality and rich culture which defines a guest on par to God i.e. “ Atithi Devo Bhavah” until recently, when I visited the Taj Mahal and nearby monuments. To my complete astonishment it was deplorable cum sad visit. Being convivial, our ministry or whoever is responsible for security domain, isn’t aware that their male security personal had the audacity to scrutinize a female foreigner’s hand bag gazing at her in the most lewd manner. When I confronted, the explanation I received from his feminine co-worker was that these ‘trivial’ things don’t matter as it is difficult to handle such rush.  However, when I raised the voice, three other women spoke rooting for me.  I am confident that the foreigner would never have had been treated the same in her own country.


Secondly, it was poignant to see the under developed Agra. I pity on the leaders who are busy constructing the parks at places like Noida just to flaunt up their party symbol along with power and even with the change in government the sad truth maintains its decorum.  The impression lasts that in spite of being enlisted among the seven wonders of world, the Taj Mahal remains insufficient in drawing the administration’s interest for its upkeep.

Wrinkled thoughts splashes out the over indulging memories... but then its all about seeking pleasure in pain ..!!

We Against Corrupt Politicians !!

When the lime ocean waves make you obscure with the heaviness of past, you grow to be a rigid believer of distrust and detachment. This is where the ordinary man is heading towards!! We, the common people, have shattered trust in our political potential. Well aware of the facts, we feel helpless even after enormous disclosures. The actions taken are extensive procedures with fruitless results. Zilch occurrence for good, heinous disclosures still make them stand with that power and authority. Each revelation results in the settlement and forgetfulness of the past one. Can there be an alternative to make each one pay for the deeds? We demand for an insured answer, but the point is who is responsible and answerable to us, as our tarnished (famous) politicians are busy playing scapegoats. 

Unsurpassed University Days :-)

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It’s a perfect swine engrossed feeling, when I look back to the times of my juvenile university days. Everyone played snobbish and flamboyant recruiting the fad statement, screw to win attitude with a plucky brain, playing the infantile was their favorite game and abusing laughs which are still the cranes.

And then there was a fragile side too… listening to the over-romantic and sentimental poetry rains, sparkling at the secret crush tales, smiles around would clutch on the people’s gaze, maintaining friendships with a hard core strain.

Those wooing days remain a secret part of our heart which can be undraped with only the university counterparts. Everyone there is so very same, with binary sides of a beast and of supportive brain. Our slants remain the mirrors to each other, with some under wraps life moments, of which even best friends remain unaware.

Department was the fastidious plane which ensured an egoistic standing, decreeing one’s own to be the best then others. Elections deciding the winners over the year and shackled other parties without any fear, celebrating festivals were more important than any other doings, with girls lining up in the best of dresses and boys showing off their JATT attire not forgetting the Ray Ban aviators even at night :P The JAGO songs (Boli’s) were the treat to the ears with boys flattering the girls in every possible sphere, then again girls replying with a provocative attitude to heed more praise.  The lavishly organized fests were the exploring areas of new friendships, attitude and intellect. The stretched out functions and star nights prop up the superiority of student council, where girls turned crazy for the stars and boys structured their own bars ;-) :P

In the evening, getting into the hostel was the terrible feeling, a round in the market and sector 15 was must for all.  The afternoon visits to Stu-C were obligatory and was mentioned in our admission cards :D Library was the AC zone and ensured a glee eye dose to all the explorers. Not to forget some of the best poetry been composed at this enlightening place, with Gandhi Bhawan being the second such place ;-) Royal Enfields, Jeeps, luxurious cars with odd numbers were the style statements which ensured the trenditional train.

This endless list has a lot more to explain and there are still a lot many routine knacks that are important and insane, which remains a branch of our life with a silver spoon.

Miss you all !!

Reading one’s own mind out is perfect resolution for catharsis. The orators have the ability to speak well but the emotional texture can be out of anybody’s mind with perfect words. Speaking out the heart is supportive and resting. 

So callous is our nature that we overlook all the serene yards of our past life. How can we be so judgmental that we question the repute and declare them unworthy?  We brew with our own reasons and perceptions and still become the adjudicators of others life.

Are you the one who was quite intrinsic about your friends in your college days? But down to circumstances have become a lost part of this world. Well, stories around the world are way similar, just the situations and circumstances mold them a bit. We all are fond of coffee breaks, intense chit chats, long drives, powerful get together. Given a chance and a free from life spirit we all would swop into the same worlds which we had experienced at a point of time. Our hectic schedules have traveled us far overpowering our wayward aspect. Being unruly is the only way of delivering out our actual selves. Speaking and conducting one’s age is imperative but can’t we at times leave this behind and enter into our own world where civilization has atypical meaning. Piercing back in the old times might restructure our mind frame by assembling us with lively and youthful spirits.  Hope we fish out moment for those miniature living details.

Courtesy: my younger brother