Mirrors of Life!
Friday, March 6, 2009
Am I Obsessed?
Life's moving on like a roller coaster ride... so much to reveal yet so much to hide...a new surprise down every turn just waitin' to scare the hell out of me. Am I confused of what I want or am I out of Focus or is it that I saw you coming to me as a friend before you knew for yourself. This game is forcing me to talk my heart out... But, Is somebody really interested in listening? Will this dilemma eva end or shall i have to live with it forever? Am I really talking my heart or AM I OBSESSED?
Saturday, December 13, 2008
December 13th, 2008
Well its my birthday today and it just seems odd if i let dis pass without a post. 22 mins into the 22nd year of my existence i look back and find a lot to fall upon... am happy for myself but then the smile comes crashing down as i realise as to what i've lost or have i under achieved??? am i happy or am i sad.. a paranoia grips me obssession tells me keep pushing yet the other half of ma mind convinces me to stop unfurling ma life further for the fear of losing wat i have... what to do the 22nd year would pass with a the dissolution of A BIG ?
But will dat be da same next year or dere's a new door waiting to reveal a whole new universe to me as i become a mere spectator of this great play called life!
But will dat be da same next year or dere's a new door waiting to reveal a whole new universe to me as i become a mere spectator of this great play called life!
Thursday, July 24, 2008
CONTOURZ- In Love Wid Da Unusual!
The beauty of a flower they say is in its contradictions, so small in size, yet big on fragrance, so meek in stature, yet huge on beauty, so short in life, yet long on impact.It all starts when one fine sunny day; we walk in through the gates of Seth Jai Parkash Mukand Lal Institute of Engineering and Technology to mark the beginning of a metamorphosis which will eventually add a new dimension to ourselves.
JAGAT BHAWAN
This is where we live, enjoying the serene beauty of the campus in scintillating whites. A place we’d love calling our home for the coming 4 years.
PADMA VATTI BHAWAN
The place we dream for, but soon our dreams are shattered as we see…
But, it doesn’t take us long to find the rooms of the IT block.
A step closer to the girl’s hostel! We soon learn the college lingo and go to the classroom,
Here study prevails during exams and fun the rest of the year…
We love calling it our classroom but the authorities insist that we call it, “JMIT CANTEEN”.Thus, we decide to take a ‘gedi’ around the campus corridors to familiarize ourselves with the different colours of JMIT. 
As we leave the cafeteria a peek into the Goyal Mansions reveals a stressed out Goyal Bhaiya busy recharging.
As we move into the plaza, 
We see this place: 
“Human species is banned inside”, warns couple of seniors going through their endless sessions of gossip. Moving further we come across a window which has been fed with currency notes for the last 13 years but the hunger never seems to subsidise.
We move through the deserted lanes of ECE and IT blocks locating couples along the way who just disappear into thin air as soon as they see a camera in our hands.
And finally we reach… 
…the mechanical block, a place very much devoid of the female species and a haven of Boys. Now back to where it all started…And some months down the line here we are, standing on the stage staring into the glaring flash lights, enjoying the moment as we receive this prize for our year long toil.
Some images run through our subtle minds, big dreams in our inexperienced eyes and we thank god for giving us the moment when we decided to work together and call ourselves, CONTOURZ, In Love Wid Da Unusual!
Saturday, March 22, 2008
The Real me inside YOU!
This is one of the most common question people ask... If you are over 18 and under 24 (supposedly the best time of our lives) this is a question you probably have faced or are likely to face any time soon.What would be your answer? If it's one of the following you gotta think again:
-a doctor
-an engineer
-a lawyer
-an actor
-a painter
-a writer
-a teacher
If that's your answer then voila! You are normal! You belong to the group of people which form 97% of the human population and the special characteristic of these people is that they breath without knowing what they want and die like that, and the reason l refrained myself from using the life is that these people (who mostly claim living a great life) don't even know the exact definition of life!
To keep it simple i just say that we all lie to ourselves!
When was the last time that you sat all by yourself narrating yourself your most inner desires and feelings?
When was the last time you actually told yourself the actual dreamworld you want to live in?Most of the people reading this would be having an orkut profile with an average friends list of about 100.How often do you talk to your friends? daily i believe.And who do you call a friend?Someone who knows you inside out, right?
Then who do you expect to be your best friend?Who do you think knows all your secrets which noone else in the world knows?the answer is ofcourse you yourself then why, why do you not talk to yourself daily!Why lie to it?
Why not listen to it?
Go TALK TO YOURSELF!
Go to sleep only after you have told your friend all that you feel!
Feel the change in sleep and the way you look at life!
And believe me you shall be able to answer the question i asked earlier in a much better way and with much more honesty!
Thursday, November 1, 2007
P.N. Girdher
…AND A TEAR ROLLED DOWN MY CHEEK
-A TRIBUTE
Something disturbed me. I woke up and threw a glance at the clock, it struck 4. I dozed off again. After about 5 mins. I was disturbed by a sound, this time I was sure something had wakened me up. It was the sound of cries; there was no second opinion about the reason. My grandfather sh. PARAM ANAND GIRDHER had passed away. “About a month of pain and suffering had finally ended with his last breath.” I thought, and jumped to my feet. About 2 hrs. of sleep had left me ruffled.
The sun rose and the preparations for the funerals were made. The “ANTIM YATRA” started. The last journey had begun. At the crematorium the body was surrendered to the holy fire. The body would be transformed into the 5 basic elements of which it constituted, ‘agni’, ‘prithvi’, ‘jal’, ‘aakash’, ‘pawan’.
I had to return to the college the very same day as my exams started the day after. I was all alone in the bus. With no one beside me my mind wandered into the world of super humanity, all the memories of that departed soul came to me in leaps and bounds.
A very well known figures among his family and friends sh. P.N.GIRDHER often referred to, as ‘Pradhan Ji’ by his friends was a man to look up to. Modesty, simplicity and justice came naturally to him. He was a man of principles, as every one around him knew, he always used to work for the society. Hard work was his companion and compassion was his friend.
A man made for justice, his judgments raised neither brows nor fingers just settled hearts. He was known as one of the most dedicated and adamant person around to his family and friends. These two traits of that great soul were clear to everyone who came in contact with this pleasing personality.
Work meant a lot to him. May be that’s the reason he decided to keep himself engaged in some kind of activity all his life. Sitting idle was something he would never accept.
“An idle being is attacked by diseases.”
He used to say
“I move my body so that it keeps moving”
was another of his regularly used sentenced when questioned on the physical exertion he used to impose on himself.
His planning and vision were simply too advanced for us to understand. His ability to plan huge events with minutest of detailing left everyone awestruck. A true visionary, his ways of doing things were noble.
The impressive dimension he used to add to an issue made him one of the most dynamic and enigmatic of speakers. His views towards life were revolutionary, he could have written books but he preferred to physically work towards the improvisation of society.
“KARMA KAR PHAL KI ICCHA MAT KAR”
seemed to be his motto in life. A soul so great that scaled the unscaled heights of popularity and justice. A soul so sensitive, as to be unable to tolerate a tear in an eye. A soul so humble, as to give away his everything without expecting credit. A soul so dynamic, so as to deject every single tear had left hundreds of people with millions of tears and billions of memories.
The soul had left the world for his heavenly adobe. It continued on it’s path towards ‘nirvana’, moving as step closer to the ‘moksha’.
He had led the life of a saint, experiencing happiness as a social return for service to the society. He was a delight to work with as he used to work selflessly, truly signifying his name “PARAM ANAND GIRDHER”, my grandfather.
“will we never be able to see him again?”, “will we never be able to seek his advice?” “will he never again be there to help us out?” “will he never again guide us?” “will he never again provide solace when we are sad?” “will we never again see him shed tears in times of our achievements?” all these thoughts occupied my mind, …….. and a tear rolled down my cheek.
- a berieved grandson
-A TRIBUTE
Something disturbed me. I woke up and threw a glance at the clock, it struck 4. I dozed off again. After about 5 mins. I was disturbed by a sound, this time I was sure something had wakened me up. It was the sound of cries; there was no second opinion about the reason. My grandfather sh. PARAM ANAND GIRDHER had passed away. “About a month of pain and suffering had finally ended with his last breath.” I thought, and jumped to my feet. About 2 hrs. of sleep had left me ruffled.
The sun rose and the preparations for the funerals were made. The “ANTIM YATRA” started. The last journey had begun. At the crematorium the body was surrendered to the holy fire. The body would be transformed into the 5 basic elements of which it constituted, ‘agni’, ‘prithvi’, ‘jal’, ‘aakash’, ‘pawan’.
I had to return to the college the very same day as my exams started the day after. I was all alone in the bus. With no one beside me my mind wandered into the world of super humanity, all the memories of that departed soul came to me in leaps and bounds.
A very well known figures among his family and friends sh. P.N.GIRDHER often referred to, as ‘Pradhan Ji’ by his friends was a man to look up to. Modesty, simplicity and justice came naturally to him. He was a man of principles, as every one around him knew, he always used to work for the society. Hard work was his companion and compassion was his friend.
A man made for justice, his judgments raised neither brows nor fingers just settled hearts. He was known as one of the most dedicated and adamant person around to his family and friends. These two traits of that great soul were clear to everyone who came in contact with this pleasing personality.
Work meant a lot to him. May be that’s the reason he decided to keep himself engaged in some kind of activity all his life. Sitting idle was something he would never accept.
“An idle being is attacked by diseases.”
He used to say
“I move my body so that it keeps moving”
was another of his regularly used sentenced when questioned on the physical exertion he used to impose on himself.
His planning and vision were simply too advanced for us to understand. His ability to plan huge events with minutest of detailing left everyone awestruck. A true visionary, his ways of doing things were noble.
The impressive dimension he used to add to an issue made him one of the most dynamic and enigmatic of speakers. His views towards life were revolutionary, he could have written books but he preferred to physically work towards the improvisation of society.
“KARMA KAR PHAL KI ICCHA MAT KAR”
seemed to be his motto in life. A soul so great that scaled the unscaled heights of popularity and justice. A soul so sensitive, as to be unable to tolerate a tear in an eye. A soul so humble, as to give away his everything without expecting credit. A soul so dynamic, so as to deject every single tear had left hundreds of people with millions of tears and billions of memories.
The soul had left the world for his heavenly adobe. It continued on it’s path towards ‘nirvana’, moving as step closer to the ‘moksha’.
He had led the life of a saint, experiencing happiness as a social return for service to the society. He was a delight to work with as he used to work selflessly, truly signifying his name “PARAM ANAND GIRDHER”, my grandfather.
“will we never be able to see him again?”, “will we never be able to seek his advice?” “will he never again be there to help us out?” “will he never again guide us?” “will he never again provide solace when we are sad?” “will we never again see him shed tears in times of our achievements?” all these thoughts occupied my mind, …….. and a tear rolled down my cheek.
- a berieved grandson
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
EIGHTY HOURS A DAY @ OASIS 2K7
I woke up unaware of the day and date. Went through the daily routine of dressing up & left for the class. I entered the boring classroom, with it’s weary students and the equally disinterested lecturer going through his dry lessons…
… Then, suddenly out of the blue some filled the classroom. It grew louder and louder & suddenly I opened my staring at the still ceiling fan of my room. My sleep had been shattered by that monotonous alarm clock at 5 in the morning. I strained my half open eyes to see the date. October 16th it said, the day we were to leave for BITS Pilani. I opened the door of my room only to be welcomed by the deserted corridor. The day had started.
So, finally at 7, we left for a 7 hr journey to Pilani and with friends around the ride was a memorable one.
We, lagged by two hrs & at 4 were right outside the gate of BITS Pilani. The first day of OASIS 2k7 was approaching conclusion.
At 10, after a rather lengthy security procedure the team gathered in the D lawns for a quick briefing and there I was standing right in front of the giant SKULL-CASTLE sculpture mesmerized by it’s finesse and impressed by the name, PSYCHEDELIA, it read.
An hour long talk to Adi ( a guy involved in its construction) was quite enlightening about what had gone into making such a nice sculpture, and we set out to have dinner at a place lovingly called connaught (inspired by CP) by the BITSians!
The ROCKTAVES elims were to start at 3 in the morning, and with sleepy eyes and fired brains at war the brain finally won. It went on till morning and then the usual ordeal of events, elims and practice dawned onto us. The main attraction for the day was the choreography competition which left us awestruck and demanding for more.
That night witnessed the ROCKTAVES finals. A late night visit backstage yielded two more acquaintances (Sid and Daaki) who introduced me to the organizational structure over there.
The finals were fun and DE INNOVATORZ a band 4m chandigarh deserve a special mention for their rock version of A.R.Rehman’s Vande Mataram. Hypnosis was good as well.
The sun invaded the dark campus of BITS Pilani. The stage plays started early in the morning & most of them were good except for “KHARASHEIN”, whose thought still gives me Goosebumps.
When the day moved on the preps for the Fash P elims began. The air of speculation filled our practice hall. Elims done over to JAM. The 4 hr session left us exhausted & the results were announced. Trepidation took over, the night was lost to practice.
Thus, approached the final day at OASIS 2k7. The day was lost to preparing dresses and dressing up models. The evening witnessed the event and after the event we missed JAM. But no problems at all, ‘Adventure is within us not outside’, they say. So the night sky saw us at the central circle of the BITS campus having a Dumb-C session.
An hour passed and dawn greeted us for the fourth time. We needed to rush but the weary legs had taken on too much. Life seemed to roll in slow motion as we left the Pilani campus.
Today, as I sit through the evening, the images come to me in leaps and bounds. The gate, De innovatorz, Madhukar, Hypnosis and Kharashein all shall occupy a special place in my heart.
The chants of the milling crowd seems to fade away from the backdrop of my mind as I recount the experiences at OASIS 2k7. The kaleidoscope of emotion, drama and energy all packed in 4 days. I, Thus surrender myself to the soul reaper and descend into the trance of Psychedelia. 80 hours into the day and the dusk takes me to dreams…
… Then, suddenly out of the blue some filled the classroom. It grew louder and louder & suddenly I opened my staring at the still ceiling fan of my room. My sleep had been shattered by that monotonous alarm clock at 5 in the morning. I strained my half open eyes to see the date. October 16th it said, the day we were to leave for BITS Pilani. I opened the door of my room only to be welcomed by the deserted corridor. The day had started.
So, finally at 7, we left for a 7 hr journey to Pilani and with friends around the ride was a memorable one.
We, lagged by two hrs & at 4 were right outside the gate of BITS Pilani. The first day of OASIS 2k7 was approaching conclusion.
At 10, after a rather lengthy security procedure the team gathered in the D lawns for a quick briefing and there I was standing right in front of the giant SKULL-CASTLE sculpture mesmerized by it’s finesse and impressed by the name, PSYCHEDELIA, it read.
An hour long talk to Adi ( a guy involved in its construction) was quite enlightening about what had gone into making such a nice sculpture, and we set out to have dinner at a place lovingly called connaught (inspired by CP) by the BITSians!
The ROCKTAVES elims were to start at 3 in the morning, and with sleepy eyes and fired brains at war the brain finally won. It went on till morning and then the usual ordeal of events, elims and practice dawned onto us. The main attraction for the day was the choreography competition which left us awestruck and demanding for more.
That night witnessed the ROCKTAVES finals. A late night visit backstage yielded two more acquaintances (Sid and Daaki) who introduced me to the organizational structure over there.
The finals were fun and DE INNOVATORZ a band 4m chandigarh deserve a special mention for their rock version of A.R.Rehman’s Vande Mataram. Hypnosis was good as well.
The sun invaded the dark campus of BITS Pilani. The stage plays started early in the morning & most of them were good except for “KHARASHEIN”, whose thought still gives me Goosebumps.
When the day moved on the preps for the Fash P elims began. The air of speculation filled our practice hall. Elims done over to JAM. The 4 hr session left us exhausted & the results were announced. Trepidation took over, the night was lost to practice.
Thus, approached the final day at OASIS 2k7. The day was lost to preparing dresses and dressing up models. The evening witnessed the event and after the event we missed JAM. But no problems at all, ‘Adventure is within us not outside’, they say. So the night sky saw us at the central circle of the BITS campus having a Dumb-C session.
An hour passed and dawn greeted us for the fourth time. We needed to rush but the weary legs had taken on too much. Life seemed to roll in slow motion as we left the Pilani campus.
Today, as I sit through the evening, the images come to me in leaps and bounds. The gate, De innovatorz, Madhukar, Hypnosis and Kharashein all shall occupy a special place in my heart.
The chants of the milling crowd seems to fade away from the backdrop of my mind as I recount the experiences at OASIS 2k7. The kaleidoscope of emotion, drama and energy all packed in 4 days. I, Thus surrender myself to the soul reaper and descend into the trance of Psychedelia. 80 hours into the day and the dusk takes me to dreams…
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