Your death is our loss...

hmmm actuarial statistics..


PS:- he he i love this internship.

3 mistakes of my life

How many times do we laugh at our own mistakes?

I always very open about enjoying my nonsense stuffs with others. Most of the times I being end up as a tho! When I get nostalgic, I remembered my foolish deeds. They are lots of, but here I am sharing with you the latest 3.

Ticket please:- One fine day, I was accompanying Heramb to his room, ( I guess it was fifa world cup time) Babar joined us at Shivajinagar. We three were headed towards to Sangavi. We were having a blast in PMT, until ticket checkers took control of the entire bus. They were checking everyone’s ticket. As babar joined later, he bought his own ticket, and produced the same. When TC turned over to me, I looked at Heramb. Expression on his face was-Oh shit! Not this time.

Heramb: Aree **** , you bought the ticket, show them. Me: Yeah, I am searching. Wait.

H: Do it fast. TC is waiting only for you. ( other passengers now having a good look at me)

Hmmmm, I searched everywhere, but no avail. I just remember one thing that I bought 2 tickets and while talking to H, I started folding them and made one fine slip, rest don’t ask! ( I even searched below my seat)

We paid fine of 50 each, then we looked at each other, we started laughing like mad. Others had a good time seeing my antics. (According to Heramb)

Recharge coupon:- Usually I preferred doing top up at shop. I kind of reluctant to recharge coupons.

One day I went for a top up and learnt that Docomo server was down. I was in urgent need, so I decided to buy recharge coupon. I am always afraid of scratching cards. I thought I may end up scratching numbers also. Other problem was, I really don’t know how to scratch them, either by coin or by nails.

This time I preferred nails. I started scratching the coupon. For the first few digits I was doing fine, and then the inevitable happened. I literally scratched through the coupon. Forget about seeing digits, now I can saw through it. I scratched rest carefully. I thought I might do some permutation and combination stuff regarding those erased 3-4 digits, but my enthu dropped after 4-5 failed attempts. Then I kept that coupon in my drawer. After that incident I bought only one coupon and get it well scratched from my junior.

1+1=2, 2-1=1 shirt:- It’s been almost 4-5 years down the line that I never do shopping with my parents.( or rather they were happy that they no longer have to wait for long while I zeroed on something!) I usually went with my bro or rather did it by my own.

This summer I and my brother decided to stitch shirts. We did so. Still my mother insisted to have some shirts. (Very sweet!) So here I am, this time with my friend went for shopping. He had a good flavor of shopping in Ahmednagar. So we went some shops but each time I disagree with salesman, who used to said that, this is the shirt only best fit for you,sir. (ha ha! What a marketing strategy)

Then we went in a shop who boasted some French title ( ces- la- vie) thinking that this may got some stuff. Indeed they had. I quickly select one. Then the battle begins for the second one. I was thinking of having a short sleeve. So he showed some shirts. I liked two of them, but not really liked!( cant explain the difference between the two) . After much hiatus, also intervention of shop owner I select one. I paid the cash. They sent the shirt for some finer arrangements to tailor. Then god knows what strike me, I decided to not have last shirt. I asked my friend, what should I do? He said, If you don’t like it, then don’t buy it. I asked him, why the hell he didn’t say that while paying cash. He simply said one thing which I follow most, i.e. follow your instincts. If you are not happy with it, then don’t.

Me: I think, I am having a second thought about having the second shirt.

S.O. (shop owner):- Arey sir, don’t worry. It will definitely suit you.

Me: Yeah I know, but still I don’t want it. Give my cash back for that shirt.

S.O: (now in real shock) Aree sir, I swear , it is a good shirt. About having cash back, I simply can’t, because bill is made, and I can’t alter that. (After that he called his assistant to cancel finer arrangement and bring back shirt)

Me: (Realizing he is saying right) Ok, but still it’s just 5 mins. Can u?

S. O: No.

Me: Ok, least give me credit note, I will purchase something later.

S.O: yes, I can do that, but still that shirt is nice.

Me: Yes, but no thanks.

I took a credit note .Thinking of, how to protect it till next time I will back to home. After that I and my friend had a very healthy laugh. He admitted that, he had seen many shopping horrors, but this was one of a kind. I told my brother about this incident, he just smiled back! I offered him some cash and asked him to buy him jeans. (I simply hate to go there again) but he rejected the idea.

Last time, I had been to home. This time I went alone to cash credit note. They didn’t recognize me, may be because of this time, I was sporting mustache. (Remember that dumb movie, Rab ne bana di Jodi) I quickly select one, at the time of payment I passed note. We all just smiled.

After that I decided not to do any kind of shopping in Ahmednagar।

PS: There is no reason to be logical in this illogical world since we are all surrounded by the ones who boasted illogical things in logical way!

Gilded Cage

Smattering noise,

Unparalleled chase,

Dreadful nights,

I thrives gilded cage.

Long waiting moments,

Sinful expectations,

Ghastly lies,

I thrives gilded cage.

Thirsty veins,

Hapless eyes,

Indigestible hunger,

I thrives gilded cage.

Constant hatred,

Beaky gazes,

Raising doubts,

I thrives gilded cage.

Muddy thoughts,

Scary dreams,

Disgusting beggary,

I thrives gilded cage.

If only

You will never meet the same person again.

Big events, small incidents knowingly or unknowingly contribute to building our own character. Whenever somebody says that, “You have changed a lot, you were not like this!” (In what sense, the concerned person knows the best!) Then we get realized that, yes! I guess, I changed a little bit.

I always open to any such events which enhance myself, rather everything around teaches us something, the only thing is that we have to see it with different spectacle. One thing I learned that about myself that, I am so much fancy about living on the edge. I likes when the situation let my adrenaline pumping. Be it exam time, any sport event, writing something innovative, watching lots of movies( till computer itself felt guilty), reading something( and forgetting everything) , going crazy about somebody( in spite of knowing the ultimate end). Although I likes sleeping long hours, sitting idle.

I realized after some time you get bored of the things which at some point you think, I can’t live without this! Time passes, you get addicted to something different. In my earlier stay at Pune, I was crazy about CS, so much that nobody can believe, how addicted I was! After some time the attraction receded gradually. Then came back at pune again. Again get hooked for some time. I again smiled at myself. Now seems to be come to ground reality. 

 

Meanwhile, introduced to Blogging and then poetry. Again fell in love with this, so much that at times, I got afraid of myself. Poetry is a kind of sweet addiction which soothes burning heart. I wrote every kind of poem mostly in Marathi, surprisingly some in English and more surprisingly in Hindi. Last summer I thought about a lot about this blogging and poetry, on the verge of leaving all this. I took a break, very confused. I tried to discuss, but later learned that, none can reach depth of anybody problem expect that person. So I thought a lot, and decided I shouldn’t deprive myself from this divine joy.

Someone said that, we get a single life; we should try each and everything. I totally disagree with this kind of philosophy. Life is such an unpredictable phenomenon that let alone rationalizing it; we cannot go near understanding it. I love surprises, also surprising others also. One thing I learned is that, you can’t blame anyone for your own downfall. You cannot claim sole propriety of your success.

Looking back at those memories,

I felt gasped!

I wonder how beautiful days they were.

Though at that time never realize,

The beauty of living the moment.

Time passes,

With little introspection we console ourselves,

I had a good time out there!

Why this lie?

Why such aloofness?

still, why there is guilt?

Are we destiny’s puppet?

Certainly not!!!

I wanna stride out, then do it!

I wanna break the rule, set free!

I wanna ruin myself, get ruined!

I wanna write a lot, express it!

I wanna hurt myself, do it badly!

I wanna study a lot, make it happen!

I wanna screamed like hell, tear it!

  PS: This post contains so much I, me , myself stuff , which i really don't like at first place but still cant resist the temptation.

दुनियेने झिडकारिले , सारे बेइमान झाले,
आतून तुटलो, शब्द मेहेरबान झाले.

Inside story

Hide the pain
hide the tears
nothing gained
nothing feared
all was lost with bloody scars
all it cost
were a few wishing
stars.



I always used to wonder how these poets, authors get inspiration from. Though V P humbly admit that, it is just a matter of one moment, rest is all donkey work(here writing) Yes, everybody craves for that one moment. Although all the stuff i wrote comes within me, but this particular poem i had written was the aftereffect of above lines.( it was a wallpaper.) When i read it first time, i suddenly felt some rush inside me. As my stuffs lies everywhere in the room, so it wasn't hard to catch a pen and book where i was sat. The end product after 10 minutes is lies below.

PS: Don't relate those two in meaning.It was just it spurred me.



What if
nobody besides me,
i will still love
what inside of me.


What if
there is no shoulder to cry for,
I will let myself drawn into my tears,
let tears felt envy of my eyes.


What if
none listen to me
I will let my burning heart to go loud,
so much till i feel numb.


What if
there is no way ahead
I will blindfold myself,
and follow my instincts.

What if
words come hard on me
I will borrow some from you,
to fill the unexplained sorrows...

limbo

At one time so many things invade my mind, having no control over them. Now a day One such thing which dominates all other was, I imagine myself to be in a limbo. I have all sorts of novels, poems, ghazals which I can read rest of my life, having no other things to worry about. I will wake up in the morning (rather in the afternoon) take any of the novels which lie besides me and read it until I quenched my thirst. Then I will write which is mine, mostly poem. I always felt guilty of myself being too lazy. I almost have 4-5 ready plots, on which I can write good short stories, but…Last month the feeling surpassed my laziness (finally!) and I wrote one story. No doubt, felt lot relieved. Now since I will be in a limbo, I can let my laziness to die a slow death then I will ride on my all unfulfilled wishes until the dust settles.

                  This is my idea of inception.   

अंतरे

घेतलेल्या आणाभाका ती सुद्धा विसरली
साथसंगत विसंगत वाटू लागली

आप्तस्वकीय पाठ दावुन पलाले
राहिलेले शर्करामिश्रित जहर देवू लागले

सोबतीही अंतर ठेवू लागले
चेहरा पाहून, तोंड फिरवू लागले

भासे केवढा केविलवाणा प्रयत्न त्यांचा
वाटे अतीव कीव त्यांची

जरी देती अंतरे सारी
ती न सोडी साथ माझी

रोमारोमात सलसलते
कविता फक्त माझी...

पाउले चालती पंढरीची वाट...

रूप साजरे, गोजिरी मूर्ती
घेउनी तुलशी वृन्दावन डोक्यावरती
सांगाया विठुची कीर्ति
पाउले चालती पंढरपूराती|

( i wrote this at 6 am , out of the blue, didn't remember the day. Never thought one day i will going to experience this!!!)

Two days ago, I was off to my mama’s place: Natepute. The reason I was there because almost all my relative(maternal) going to be there, for the palakhi. A Dnyaneshwar mauli’s palakhi going to had a halt at Natepute last Thursday.

I reached there at 11pm. But there were no signs of lassitude in the atmosphere. Streets were pouring of WARKARIS. I had my dinner, and then went off to take a Darshan, but it was a very long queue. If I stand there it must took 3-4 hrs. As I was very tired got back to house.

Very early in the morning, I was very fortunate that I saw palakhi from a very close distance (since our house is very near to highway).

The most important reason because I was there was: RINGAN.

RINGAN: it is a ritual that a mouli’s ashwa (horse) had a three rounds. It consider as a divine tradition. I heard it since my childhood but never had a chance to see one, but this time I was determined!

I heard the almost 400 dindi’s are lined up with palakhi, and almost 2000 trucks were accompanying them. For this reason roads were full. No transportation were available to reach Sadashivnagar( where Ringan was supposed to conduct). But I wasn’t complaining, I walked along with warkaris for an hour. It was a very pleasant experience. I am short of words to describe this. There were young ones as well as aged ones, who had cross 70 but the enthusiasm was stupendous.

I took videos of all such proceedings. Here I am sharing this amazing moments with you.

PS: Here I am uploading only pics, because of dull internet speed!

I am sure u will enjoy the pics as well.

पालखी

वारकरी

रिंगन

माउलीचा अश्व

जिंदादिल

 

When I first heard the death of Dr. Kunte sir, I felt from inside that this should not be happen. He died in a fatal accident. Last year he had his bypass, but he seems to be recovered well, even showed some of  his brilliance ( trademark shayari) at the send off. ( Bhau patankar was his favourite,  like me.)

            So what set apart his from others? Frankly speaking, I was neither his student nor a close one who observed him every day. I guess I met him only 7-8 times but it was a real pleasure each time. That man defied all the boundaries of agedness. He seems to be getting younger by each passing day. Wine taste gets better and better as it gets old, same applied to sir.

                        I heard a lot about him in my graduation days but never had a chance to meet him. It was only when our dept organized a camp at Rahuri, then I came to a person behind the nametag Kunte sir. He was all the time surrounded by the students, he used to question them, told interesting stuffs (which we used to think a bit uncharacteristic for a statistics teacher) but as I said that, “man never rode same trodden path. He was explorer”.

                        We met some people very few times in our life but they leave everlasting impression on us. Why that happened? Because,”inside within us we always idolized some conceptions, a kind of lifestyle which we very loved to live but for some or other reason we can’t. When we came across the kind of people who live according to what we consider the best form of life. We start admiring them, as simple as this!”  I used to think what made me fascinate about sir, whether his enthusiasm, his trademark laughing style mesmerizing the subdued atmosphere or his inner belief that we can make better of everything. I just can’t separate one thing out.

                        At the last day of camp we had a campfire. It was all about Kunte sir night. He told shayaries, gazals , poems, mischievous  jokes , laughed along with us. That night was never intend to end.

            He now may not belong to this materialistic world but his smile will always remained with us.

 

 ज्योत जळत असते
अन समां उजलत असते
ना ज्योतीच्या ठायी कोणा गर्वाभिमान
राखते  नेहमी प्रकाशाशी  ईमान |

कुठून तरी वेडा वारा येतो
अन ज्योत विज़वुन जातो
वाटते मिटाविले आपण हिचे अस्तित्व
पण त्या आधी तिने सारा आसमंत उजलाविलेला असतो |

तिच्या प्रकाशवाटेवरून जेव्हा चालती
अनेक प्रज्वल्लित हस्तके
तेव्हा वाराही नतमस्तक होतो
वाराही नतमस्तक होतो|

BCCI banned bouncers in domestic cricket.

Yup, Cricket is my favorite sport, but I haven’t written a single post related to cricket yet.

That is somewhat weird, so here I am with wicked cricket post, rather breaking news.

BCCI banned bouncers in domestic cricket.

From our reporter it came out that, recently held BCCI meeting(they supposed to meet select indian team for Asia cup) they came out banning bouncers in domestic cricket.

In a press release they said that….

“Being gentleman’s game we should ban such outrageous act of bowling bouncers to batsman. Bouncers can be proving to be very dangerous to health.” For avoiding bouncers ( yes, because Indian batsman never attack bouncers, except SRT) batman had to do following things.

1. Duck! Yes for avoiding bouncer you have to set your eye on the ball and then duck! So that ball sails over batsman’s head. Sometimes varied bounce can cause lot of trouble. The timing of your ducking may not get right, and you may have to face chin music.(remember Dada).

2. Protect expensive helmet. Yes, our batsman cant afford to splash out money on helmet and such things.( oh yes, they have to save it for IPL nights)

3. Excessive ducking can cause slip disk. Back ache..( Yuvi does not fit in this scheme, because he seems to be lot more flexible shaking his body while dancing on ramp)

BCCI new regulations. ( Though rules can be changed by MCC, but BCCI rules on money power)

- Bouncer will be called no ball, also free hit will be awarded.

- If any bowler bowled two bouncers in an over, he will barred for bowling in the match.

- If bowler bowls bouncer in the match, his 10% match fee will be deducted for each bouncer.

- Bowlers who bowls speedy bouncer, ask to check their speed.( sometimes it gets difficult to spot the ball)

- BCCI will raise this bouncer issue in next ICC meeting. K Shrikanth (chief selector) will meet various cricketing board presidents. He will try to make one opinion on this issue. ( Pawar reportedly lured them stakes in IPL teams, if they co operate.)

PS: West Indian bowlers are thinking of quitting cricket.( of course bouncer is their main weapon.)

For more breaking news stay connected.

Torrents

Here is some technical blah blah…
Torrents

All we know but don’t know how to handle it. So for all those people this post is might prove to be helpful.
1. In order to use torrents , first download torrent application like utorrent.
2. Go to any torrent site like torrentz or piratebay, search whatever you want.
3. Select torrent which had highest number of seeds and leechers, or the one who has green tick ie nothing but virus free. ( for more about seeds and leechs, googled)
4. Then load the related torrent file and open it on utorrent. Voila!

Its really simple, but now I am going to tell you more tricks.
- In preferences select random port between 45k to 55k.
- In advanced select net maxhalfopen to 100.
- Select torrent in utorrent and choose high bandwidth.
- Preferably chose upload speed least ie 5kbps.
More queries are welcome.

PS: There are more small tricks but u may get lost doing such modifications. Aboves are sufficient.

आक्रोश

घुसमटनारया जीवाचा आक्रोश 

दबला जातो आतल्या आत 

जेव्हा विचारच करतात बंड

अन घायाळ करतात स्वताच्या मनाला...

मदिरा

जमले होतो मित्र तीन 

होतो एकमेकांच्या सुख -दुक्खात लीन

वेळ होती रात्रीची 

होती मदिरा साथीला 

वातावरण होते सुमधुर 

होण्यास बेहोष होतो आतुर 

संगीत होते रजनीला

बैठकाही होती सज्ज

भरले चषक
उठले चीत्कार
विसरले सर्व हेवेदावे क्षनापुरते

तनही जाले हलके
मनही जाले बंधनमुक्त करण्या विहार

चशकामागुन चषक जात होते रिचवाले
मनोराज्ये सजावली जात होती
तोडून टाकली सर्व बंधने
जाल्या पुसट सीमा  राज्यांच्या
जाला होता हरेकजन
नरेश स्वताच्या साम्राज्याचा !

PS: This was the poem i had written when i did cheers for the first time( k, i did only once after that..he he)
      * since now i am reading highly intellectual( according to me) book, i am contemplating the prospects of not having a drink again. The reason why  did i booze  totally different. Now decided work according to situation(god! what am i writing, i am hanged)

Retreat

Well, me and my friend (H.M) just planned for a two day trek, since all others ditched us, we were quite adamant that we can go, but as I was having dinner with my dad, I asked his permission. He coldly said, “No, and don’t ask,why?”

I said ”ok”.

As it was quite clear that my parents feeling very low(they always did, just i realizing it now) about me, and go for 2 day trek in this monsoon , according to them is not a wise idea. Also,who knows! this may be turn out my last vacation. For a surprise, I didn't argue or said something in return. ( strange me, or VP effect)

PS: I did the worst part to convey this message to H M. and assure I owe him a trek.

Clinical

It was indeed a clinical performance from Nadal in semis. He won all the matches in 3 setter, such was his dominance that it was very hard for his opponents to break his serve, forget about winning a set.

Now final will be tomorrow, its Soderling( guy who beat Nadal last year) vs Nadal.

Today is women's singles final, between Shivochone and Stostur, both played really great tennis. I am sure it going to be mouth watering clash.

Btw Paes is also in Doubles final. Lets see if he able to clinch his 12th grand slam title.

सतार

पडली होती धूल खात एका कोपऱ्यात
माज्या दुखाची सतार |
बरेच दिवस जाले रियाज काही होत नव्हता
सवयच होत चालली होती जणू काही त्या सतारीलासुधा
बरोबरच आहे,"रोजच मरे त्यास कोण रडे" |

आलवितसे आसवांची तान  
व त्यास ठेचकालानारे पार्श्वसंगीत |

उठली ती आज ज़न्कारून
गेले तनमन शहारून
कोणी छेडली ती तार
जाला तनत्कार
गलबलले साश्रुनयन |

ती गेली तशीच परतून
नाही पाहिले एकदाही वलून |
नव्हती मजलाही कसलीही आशा
न जाणली तिने ही परिभाषा |

छेडलेला राग बसलो पुन्हा आलवित
नव्हता कोणाचाही आधार
होती फ़क्त हाती सतार
फ़क्त हाती सतार |


PS: By far this is one of my favorite poem. Felt very satisfied(although i felt every time i did any poem)  after completing this one, literally soaked into that.

संवाद

As I was going through newspapers, one news caught my attention. Afjal guru , accomplice who attacked Indian parliament demanded that, he would rather be hanged than kept in solitary confinement cell.

Well I am not going to comment here any political statement out here. Rather I would like to draw attention to one of the important aspect. What are the basic needs of human being?

- Food

- Water

- Shelter

- Conversation.

Yes, that’s true. Every individual expects that there should be somebody who understands him/herself. This basic need (conversation) paved way to evolution of many languages. Etymologists suggest that words are the main ingredient of evolution.

It is only when we talked with somebody then and then we came to know about our self more and more, how we behave in different situations; this cannot achieved by only simulation but conversation.

When we said true reading of a book starts: It is only when we shared the matter with somebody. Nothing excites any author than when his/her becomes talking point of masses. This joy is unmatchable.

PS: Words are mightier than swords.

(While writing this topic I get a feeling that I can explain my point more precisely in Marathi, but since it is very tedious to type in Marathi and I am aware of the fact that how lazy I am, I continue with English.)

Kites

Last week i saw KITES. There was a scene when Barbara asks Hrithik how come you say " i love u" in hindi, and he simply said," main ullu ki patthi hu".

As movie was not much intriguing enough, as i was expected i took a ride(vehicle: of course my mind). IT was when i was attending MTTS proggrame in Mysore,one of my friend(an iitian) really liked a girl from FC.(that was a lone chic out there n we were nerd, so...)

OK, thing was that he was real Fattu! Really scared of how to confront her. He was from IITG, and we came to know that there was real scarcity of girls out there! and he was afraid of turning into gay.

So he didnt want to mess this time around. As a good friend of him, we were upto the task to help him out and ease his nerves.

One guy from TFIR had a good rapport with her. so he came and said to him,"Go, and talk with her in French!" my friend replied," why french?"

TIFR:" because she knew French and it will creat good impression on her."

IIT:" but i dont know French at all."

TIFR:" Relax boy, i knew French i will help you out. just mug up few sentences."

IIT: ok, but what i hav to mug.

TIFR:ale aau sesma, ule u anau(i dont remember now exactly)

IIT; but what that really mean?

TIFR: its cool! just hi, how are you? and nice to meet u..

IIT: no bullsh*t?

TIFR: sure.

(Actually it was, it means really nasty!!!)

So Majnu was really upto the task. Mugging up the sentences relentlessly, me, my roomie and TIFR guy was encouraging him up and also having a complete blast.

So after two days of practice, he was feeling a bit confident about the mugged stuff and ready to roar, but the main thing was we had to mention all these to concerned girl, otherwise if she complained, we may had to face expulsion. So again big daddy(TIFR) came to rescue, but it turns out that she was least interested. Her reply was,”why, me?” Now that was hard to answer, why you? ,(God!!!)

So at the end we had very hard time to catch majnu before he talked to her. As soon as lecture was over we able to catch him and told him all the above stuff. Since he was a cool guy, we all had a rocking blast there, everyother looked puzzled.

PS: In Kites, Barbara avenges Hrithik also.

Big Upset

Its been real dissappoint for everybody. Yes, the man is out of French Open. Roger Federer aka RF is out of FO. He was defeated by Robin Soderling,last year finalist who was then defeated by RF, now he avenges that loss.

The condition was overcast but still Robin played his heart out. His thundering service was hard to return for the emperor. Now Nadal had very tough task ahead, because last year Soderling was the man who defeated Nadal. This year French Open may get new winner.

PS: Hats off to RF. Man never lose control even in worst phases.

क्षण

क्षण ते....

हलवे

जरासे फसवे |

कधी वाट पाहणारे

तर कधी पलनारे|

क्षण ते....

निसटलेले

काही भरकटलेले|

काही उन्मादाचे

तर काही दुक्खाचे |

क्षण ते....

चंदनाच्या कुपित साठाविन्याजोगे

तर काही विस्मृतीत गेल्यासारखे |

काही रेंगालातात मनापतलावर

तर काही उडून जातात अत्तारासारखे

ठेउनी मागे दरवलानारा सुगंध !

PS: since afternoon i am down with stomach bug. Now having rested all throughout its hard to catch sleep now.

Chamaeleon

PS: Hmmm...finally utilizing my camera for good effect.

नकळत

नकळत उभारते रोमांच रोमारोमात
अन शहरते अंगांग
न जाणो कोण्या कल्पनाविलासात
होतो मी दंग

नकळत जाते नजर तिच्याकडे
जेंव्हा सारते ती बट डोल्यावारील
देतात दगा डोळे, साले
जरी असतील आपुले

नकळत होतो स्पर्ष तिचा
जेंव्हा देते मजला ती टाली
त्या स्पर्शाला नसतो वास कोण्या वासनेचा
तरी चुकतो ठोका मात्र हृदयाचा!

नकळत घेतला जातो हात तिचा हातात
तव नयनालिपी अवतरते संभाशनात
उठतात तरंग एकाच वारंवारातेचे
तेंव्हा नकलाताही सारे कलते.

Death Proof

Well its almost been week since i had been celebrating my holiday, yeah really celebrating!!!

I just ate, rest, ate and again sleep thats all(oh i forgot;in between watches French open also)

So, yesterday as i was brousing through some channels( i usually get blanked thinking what really am i searching)

ok, back to the point. I just stopped at Death Proof, yeah Quinteen Torrantino's( i guess i spelled correctly, whatever)movie.

I just able to catch last action scene, and believe me it was breathtaking! It was one one of finest car chases i had seen.

The thing was like that, Kurt Russell, stunt man in movies murders his girlfriends. As he was on mission to kill the one who actually also a stunt women.

so there were in all 3 ladies and one was literally on the bonet, having crazy fun, n then he came, and chase began. Ladies able to shot him and now they were after him. Finally they able to get hold of him.

What was different in the scene was its speed and realness.

PS: heres you tube link. go check out.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T2kAcQgBplk

रुपेरी काटा

वेदनाच जेंव्हा सोबतीण बनते
तेव्हा कुठलाच प्रवास मोठा नसतो
काटा कुठेतरी रुतत असतो
एक डोळा हसत तर दुसरा रडत असतो .

स्वताला भेटताना

Well, i am back! After the exams i was not sure whether i will blog again or what, but when i back to home and read one of V P classic MAHOTSAV (celebration) i was really took aback. It was real hard for me to digest such kind of thoughts and slowly realizing the beauty within it. I consider myself really fortunate that i am able to read such kind of literature, but the thing is that it is not enough just read and be feel good and then forget very next day. Its real pleasure when you apply these things in real life.

Really," You never meet the same person again" so all those negative thoughts gone to some galaxy which i havnt explored yet. Now i am feeling really great. Life is a gift. It presents you brand new day everyday. Its totally depend on us how we going to do with that brand new day. I am fortunate enough i have only 3 options.
1. celebrate
2. celebrate
3. (no need to write this one)

PS 1>.So thats me, meeting myself again and its a cool fun. Now reading Suresh Bhat(his poems) and feeling top of the world.

PS2> now having net at home dont feel excited anymore( thats different for me) not feeling good anymore wasting time doing silly browsing.

मन पाखरू पाखरू

कधी भूतलावर
तर कधी दूर आकाशात
कधी वास्तवात
तर कधी कविराज्यात
मन पाखरू पाखरू
जसा बेभान हा वारु

कधी रमते रम्य संध्याकाळी
कधी होते मलूल हर्शवेली
ना चालेल मात्रा यास कोण्या दवादारुची
हावी यास मोकालिक फ़क्त धुंद हवेची
मन पाखरू पाखरू
जसा बेभान हा वारु

काय हवे
अन काय नको
बदलते क्षणोक्षणी
उत्तर देता देता थकेलाही चक्रपाणि
मन पाखरू पाखरू
जसा बेभान हा वारु

जरी असेल प्रबल इच्छा
तरी घेते अनंत आढेवेढे
ना कुणास ठावुक असे का होते
जसे कही न सुतनारे कोड़े
मन पाखरू पाखरू
जसा बेभान हा वारु

3 idiots

(Apology: The post may contain some rigid statistical words. So please help yourself by yourself)

Last week we had to submit one assignment (a legal way to make people eligible for final exam) on Simulation of Markov chain, yes the topic was related to Stochastic Process. The thing was like that, we had to simulate 10 markov chains and then we had to do some estimation and now I forgot (that is not important here) So the key was that we had to write quite a bit difficult programmes and them we had to execute them 10 times for different values of n.

I wrote these programmes but I was very reluctant to do these repetitive work ( or rather lazy) but since it was a question of 5 marks and having not done very good in internals I decided give it a last shot. So we (my batch mates) went to our lab. I was the operator and others were (vocal) spectators. Having finishing with 3 repetitions I got bored, and then the idea struck. Yes it was straight from 3 idiots. Remember chamatkar to balatkar( how can we forget?, omi) So things was like that each time I had to do for next n, I had to make lot of changes in the previous programme, mainly in variables ( there were 8-9 in total) I decided to use replace function. Voila!!! It became all easy now. All I just had to do was replacing thing, and it took me only half an hour to complete rest of the work.

I was happy at least I can apply a thing or two from movies (or rather any visual medium) in real life. I use to read CSR, and there was a mock group discussion. One topic was the same about visual and print media (as usual I don’t remember the topic now). There they echoed the same things that we should respond what happens around us. I was happy that I able to do the same. These are the rare moments for me. ( ha ha)

PS: Markov chain main hai
Nachiket total lost
ACP ko khooni chahiye
at any cost.

Low aim is crime, true!
but low expectations are the essence of the time.

When we were nascent, we were like every other rock found beside any hillside, unknown of which sculpture is hidden within us. We have to use time as a dagger to remove the unwanted parts. As time passes, we get to know the real beauty within us. Then the word flows unknowingly: “Really! Is that me?”

It was predicted
nothing seems fine...
was addicted 2 you
donno how much this'll,
gonna take this time...

Sometimes....

I always found people very simple and straightforward. At times some people may behave erratic but somehow I had sympathy for them because it may be the reaction, what they had faced in the past and till now they don’t found the right medium to express themselves.


Some people are always loaded with very false pre-assumptions about themselves and the very fact that they are really happy to remain in that scenario. They always think that, I had covered all the other things and I am always on the safer side but let me tell u friend, people around you are not that much foolish to identify this thing. It’s just a matter of time to unveil the face behind an opaque mask.

Various people had very strange likings or habits. I am not SME (subject matter expert) but

Some of them are:-

1. Don’t appreciate anybody if he or she does marvelous job. My friend it is just few words that make the person happy and if we are not in a position to say some niceties but at least don’t say the words that sent the moral down.

2. Frame stories about friends and trying to picturise them as a bad guy. I had seen some guys do this and this is the cheapest thing I can imagine.

3. Trying hard to make rift between people by applying each and every trick in the bag they had. Sometimes they got success and sometimes no such drama, what they had anticipated. That sent them into some introspections but not that they learn few things from this but they came up with new trick to trick people. They are such a good actors that it is always hard to find who is on the wrong side, for the people who were listening those stories; so no fault on their side.

4. Always moderate things such as every time they came up with good individual. For being good individual you don’t have to do something, it is just you have be yourself rather than trying to sound someone else. I always find amusing, why it is always hard for some people to do selfless deed.

5. To be a good leader u has to identify the hidden talents amongst your team-mates and you have to blossom it. Not that fearing that he would take all the limelight. This may results in bad relationships. What is now we can see the state of Pakistan Cricket team: everybody trying to pull each other’s legs, and end result is obvious.



PS:

The line is straight because it has no corners.

दुक्ख दुक्ख करीत
कितीदा बसायच मक्ख....
इथे नाहीत प्रकाशकिरण
इथे फ़क्त अंधार लक्ख..

Bday, speaker, main building…

Last sunday was my friends bday.dis was d first bday since my bro deliverd d sound system. So v decided v gonna rock dis time. Music system took some time 2 arrange..it was 11:50 n then party started. v all xcahnge d DJ seat time by time, playin own favorite songs…making out of d box moves.(can’t describe much, u gotta c dat)

So v all having a good time…n then disaster struck…v had two new guest in KHAKI UNIFORM…they were uni. security…they both came 2 visit us: courtesy music system..d situation was lyk dat….

( v were in all 11 guys…everybody was in conscious state(!!!)…new atithi changed everyone’s composure…)

WE:- sorry sir, sry sry sry….

SECURITY:- no, no , no need 2 b sorry…then he called chief rector..But he didn’t turned up (thank god)

W: v all about 2 stop but….

S: dept?

W: stat

S: give me ur I cards…

(hosts gave them)

W: sry sir, sry sry sry sry..

S: took a paper n wrote down a letter addressing 2 rector n narrate wat happened..also mentioned d time, ie precisely 1:15AM

We gonna lock dis room n don’t tryin 2 escape from window..i counted u r 11…

(he locked d room, n left)

We wrote an apology letter(time mentioned in it)..n waits for S.

They came..n heard nothing from us..n told 2 report at security office at Main Building.

So v all in tensed mood headed towards MB at 2. There were 5-6 more security men. n v all wre n shock dat wat gonna happened next..

but d in charge was not quite harsh as it was sound earlier.. he collected letters n took our formal intro..

(now v regain some breath)..n promised he won’t take further action provided u won’t do dis kind of thing again..(v all nodded in cohesion)

n offerd 2 have a tea at 5am there..Which v politely denied..n marched towards hostel, accompany us was dog music..

PS: now m getting a re-feel dat m livin in a hostel.

स्वच्छा धुतलेल्या शर्तापेक्षा साफ़ रुमाल वापरणे कधीही जास्त आनंददायक असते.

Déjà vu

Well its been almost 4 years for which I thought was end of d period which v all luv to forget…our stay at FC..few days ago we had a dinner at FC road, it was a big treat gave by my OGF(old good friend), for securing admission for MCA in symbi..its like goin back to old days…n how it was tough to get back on track…

As I was havin a good time wid them, n I lost somewhere।(nowadays it happens a lot).

I always believe wat I can say in Marathi,"माणूस हां दुसर्याच्या चुकापासून शिकत नाही तर तो स्वताला जालेल्या जखामापसून शिकतो."

So true…i had lot of them..n there will b more…but now I felt lot tired of these things…
these days I felt lot more like dat, its lyk my head is spinnin all d time॥in d past I was addicted to CS..n it was okay..more so because I was helpless..

but now for small reasons I went into dat spotless mind framework…be it no preparation for regression or not able to find proper inspiration for writin a play for annual gathering, or freaked out instinct for wrintin poems( or prose or haikus or whatever)॥but d best part is dat now I don’t feel guilty of dat।(here poem)..i donno wat is d reason behind d lack of inspiration or wat kind of thrust I m lookin for….now I felt lot of afraid of these things, n after some split seconds I went into another mood..without worrying anything… I hate myself.

PS:- See now m posting this n I m not in dat spotless mind framework…donno wat can I say more!

प्रवाह

ती येऊ म्हणाली ??
मी नको बोललो ...
तू तू मी मी च्या द्वंद्वात
दोघेही निकट जाहलो ...

गेले ते दीस
पाडूनी डोक्याचा किस
शोधण्या अनन्त बहाणे
पण आता दोघेही झालोत शहाणे...

आता पुरते फक्त एक दृष्टिभेट
होण्यास समेट ...
या वालवाच्या पावसात चिम्ब चिम्ब नाहलो
अन या बेभान प्रवाहात दोघेही नकळत वाहलो ...

PS: i wrote dis poem at old canteen..d first 2 lines were suggested by my friends n throw a challenge at me to make a meaningful (?) poem out of it...n here is wat i came out..they all loved it, but im still not sure how it goes.....

Exam, Study table, Bed bugs…..

Last week was exam week. My first internal exams of this semester were on. This time it was really hard 4 me to get into dat exam mode(more serious luk on d face, thinkin all d time about how much to score, how to prepare particular subject, no movies, restrictions on long night discussion wid hostellites..)

As first paper was Regression n I hadn’t prepared well at all dis time…so it sucks by mile…Wid this Zataka finally I realize dat Nachiket beta, now u have to study…otherwise…otherwise other things will happen(ha ha).. jokes apart I became a little serious about remaining papers…

Wid d one horrible day at library I decided I will do whatever I want to study in my room..as it remains empty all d time…so I cleaned my study table(finally!!!).n started studying..As I was sittin there for hours I realize dat something was moving around my hand. I watched carefully but It was so small…den my hand started itching, then neck,followed by legs…n disaster struck; d bed bugs attacked my table…

Room mates came by midnight.first they were shocked dat I cleaned my table, later they showed some sympathy to me on dat bed bug issue…they gave me one suggestion dat I should catch those n drop them into mug half filled wid water…I followed dat…n their population started reducing…

Hostel authorities do this Pest control drama every month, but only god knows wat liquid they spray…or may b bed bugs in the university increased their immunity to such liquid..self defense mechanism…(i can visualize them)

some benefits…
They never allowd me to sneak through some power nap on table…
I get a feeling dat they r alertin me all d time; study study study…

preventive measurement…

1.wear full sleeve T..wear socks n hand gloves while studyin(hmmm good 1, will hav a second thought)

2.Anyways u bought dat Khatneel (killer spray) ..spray in on table..(will think on dis also)

3.change ur study location..(where???)

4.Neglect them..(how how how?)

5.wash ur room( this was cohesively rejected by us.)

 

PS: More suggestions r welcome!

Subject…

Yesterday I was having a lunch very late…(due to assignment submission). when I was havin d one at OC wid my friends. Then some girls came to us…
Girls:- hi…
Us:- hi.
G:- V r from Psychology dept..
U :- (?)
G:- v r doin some experiments..so v want some subjects..So r u interested?
U:- Hmmm…yes why not!..( They were good lookin so no point in…)


So v headed straight 2 Psycho (sry Psychology) dept… Amongst they themselves distributes d subjects…My introgetter was some Irani girl (that is wat I figured out from her pronunciation).

They didn’t reveal wat was d test, n wat was d project…but they promised dat it will gonna take only 10-15 mins. dats why v were ready 2 entertain them(ow v were lot busy:-)..
So d test(?) starts…

Introgetter:- what is ur name?
Me:-Nachiket.
I:- Na..cha..chi..ka..ta..
M:- yes ur right!
I:- (at first some introductory ques)..then where do u live?
M:- hostel!!!
I:- Do u distribute works amongst ur room-mates?
M:- what? (?)…v hardly do any work in d room…v r at our clumsy best!!! it saves time…(4 wat?)
I:- ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
M:- ?
I:- Do u mix wid people easily?
M:- yes( except professors)

There were some light questions..n my easy answers...at d end of session I had 2 submit one questionnaire…There were 54 questions…but it seems dat I m attemptin d same questions again n again…finally I complete dat mountainous task…n headed back 2 my dept.


PS: All of us enjoyed lot…will surely want 2 become subject again!!!

circle

All d time in d day I wasn’t sure whether I should write or not…D feeling was irritating…I always cherish these small moments which inspire me 2 write…but today I was in a deep grief…My grandpa passed away last Sunday…

I was shocked when my dad called me…bcoz just last week I met him n he was doin gr8…it was just an attack n all lost…

I guess I became more emotional ever since I started reading Va Pu’s books…It was a bit hard 4 me 2 accept d fact…but somehow I gather d courage. I felt lot sorry 4 my mother. she sacrificed everything just 2 look after him…

I remember I read one book on Death or thought about deaths by Khushwant Singh(I forget d title)…Yes, everyday v hav 2 leave dis world…wat is count at d end of d day dat how u lived d lyf…


I read all those thoughts lot of times but never thought a lot on this. I just remember a say (though I m unable 2 present it completely) it goes like this. “.. ...live as if u die 2moro”. In Munnabhai MBBS jimmy shergil came 2 know dat he had a fatal disease n he had very few days in his hands…n at dat time he realized though he was grown up but never tasted d lyf. At dat point he decided he will gonna do wat his heart will guide( I termed dis as following ur instincts)…but it’s not good dat all d time v will hav 2 wait 4 this signal…why just v cant live as v wished? A smile, a thanx, some warm words, a sorry, some words of appreciation, a hug , a small pat on d back will do d business, but v were so miser dat v hardly did this even if v wanted .

Yes all d time in our lyf v were bind by some social or any other taboo…v wanted to do something what v feel inside but afraid of wat people will think or wat so called society will say…

V all r materialistic. The radius of our lyf-circle is very small…n v all r happy revolving d same periphery again n again…nothing comes 2 mind like expanding d horizon. Sometimes I wished why did I read all dis one? its better 2 b ignorant sometimes….



Lyf is such a gr8 dat it gives a brand new day…why? just to forget if something bad happened wid us yesterday…n cherish bright moments ,take inspiration from them n be happy n make other happy…instead we all happy wid our sorrowful past. Always chewing wat went wrong wid us…Make ur slate of lyf blank every day. Face each moment with lot of affection.

In Partner(classic by VP)…there was a quarrel between wife n husband…n he was sure dat she not gonna speak wid him at least 3 days…they went to respective offices without talkin to each other…During day she had 2 follow some funeral…dat time she realized, How small m i? m gonna waste my 3 days just bcoz of some misunderstanding. she felt ashamed of her…when she backed from office she talked a lot wid her husband. He was baffled. but only she knew d value of these moments, which she gonna b missed…

some cellular company’s ad goes like this..”Make d most of now”. Yes v hav 2 do d same…it matters less if things go wrong but at least u hav dat satisfaction dat u heard ur inner voice instead following others blindly…

PS:- All those thoughts comes 2 my mind when I alone…though I present it in a messed up manner..but they r just they r…

Lying 2 myself

Donno what I was upto…
Donno where I was heading…
The noise was deafening
It was so unlike me
I was sure all was gonna be fine..
But inside
But inside
I was lying 2 myself…

Donno what I was looking for…
I thought everyday will be another day
but the same old story repeated
It was so unlike me
I was sure all was gonna be fine..
But inside
But inside
I was lying 2 myself…


Donno what was inline 4 me….
There were some theories
There were some practices
I thought I was optimistic
but did sounds like pessimistic
The line was becoming misty
It was so unlike me
I was sure all was gonna be fine..
But inside
But inside
I was lying 2 myself…


Donno who was he?
who always believed in pluck rather than luck
saying only “ All is well” was not gonna be enough…
It was so unlike me
I was sure all was gonna be fine..
But inside
But inside
I was lying 2 myself…


Donno if I liked d situations…..
Donno whether my heart was pounding over or not…
I faced them all but now I am tired…
Its so unlike me
I am sure alls gonna be fine..
But inside
But inside
I am lying 2 myself…



PS:- i guess d moments r coming really fast... :)

Chameli….

Yesterday was Antakshari 2010 day…
Hmm…I was a bit skeptical about whether I should participate or not. I do listen songs but remember only starting lines…what they say all about “Mukhada?” n all those is not my cup of tea.Last week our trip went 2 Harne…In between while playing Antakshari in bus my friend was prompting me…but my response was, ”Are yaar, prompt first 2-3 lines not just one… so that at least I can sing something(?)”…Remembering lyrics is always d toughest thing. Forget about English songs I m even bad at Hindi songs irrespective of whether they r very famous or not.(here I m barring myself commenting on latest Hindi songs…most of them contains very alien words which I never heard in my lyf)

So far now u hav very good idea about how m I good (?) at all these (songs) things…

Back 2 Antakshari…
I had a partner who was very good at all above things(!!!)…so I was relaxed (n he was perplexed)…but it turned out to be dat In buzzer round v guessed 3 songs correctly (unbelievable)…so v were on high…until dat Dumb Charades round came…

When host announces dat (Dumb Charades) particular round , we were like seeing each others dumb faces… After some grueling discussion we decided(?) dat I will do d acting business n he will do d guessing part!!!

Until our turn comes v were boosting each other falling confidence. n d time came…I went up…d movie name was “CHAMELI” . we had 2 minutes. We had 2 do all those things in those 2 mins like….
- guessin correct movie name
- correct actors name
- n one song from dat movie…(hush…even I felt like sweating writing this now)


So d time had started…I was total clueless. How to act on that word? my partner was doing all such right things…in between encouring me also (or begging) yaar kuch to acting kar….I had a thought dat…those 70 mins in Chak De was more easy than these 2 mins…In a last attempt I even did some weird Mujra type acting…by then he already gave up…in d end we finally scored 0 In dat round…n throw out of d competition.(which was eventual)…


After dat Antakshari everybody was like pointing a gun loaded wid full of suggestion( on chameli) on me…
Few of them r as follows…
- Act like smelling a flower (OMG yes chameli is a flower I forget dat at dat time)..
- Act like eating wid spoon (chammach) den break d word cha…like dat do d rest of d letters.
- Point 2 Chandu( my friend who was present at dat time)…break d letter cha…n then act like dying (meli or mela, in marathi)…cha+meli
- Do some Karina stunts n let him guess her movie…(how can I do Karina stunts?)
- one horrible suggestion from my partner: Act like some reptile on d tree…which he thought either gecko or chameleon…n then he will came down 2 chameli (from chameleon)
- Dance on d song “main saat samunder chod…like dat”…(if I was good at dancing then it was more easy 2 act, later ven they saw d vdo they learned dat it was useless suggestion…)
- Other suggestions were totally outrageous ….which I can’t describe here (!!!)



But at d end of day one of my friend gave me good lessons about dat particular(horrible) round…so lets c whats in line 4 Antakshari 2011…

Nachiket?

Well last few days I m facing very strange kind of reaction from my some of hostel friends(some of them I don’t know at all) …

   The conversation goes like this….

 Unknown person:- r u Nachiket?

Me:- yes

UP:- Do u know who was Nachiket?

Me:- Yes( Still confused wat he tryin 2 indicate)

UP:- So…..

Me:- ???

UP:- Tell me d whole story…

Me:- Yes mylord…

 

           Now  at first I was very eager 2 tell all those things…. But now every 2-3 days someone comes…n above conversation repeats…

 

Now im gonna do some search n give some insight about d name NACHIKET..

Nachiketa (Sanskrit:नचिकेता, IAST: Naciketā) was a son of an ancient Indian sage of the name Vājashravasa. He was taught Self-knowledge, the truth about the human soul, by Lord Yama. "In this context (Vājashravasa) refers to what may be called exoteric religion, the tradition about the sustaining power of the Universe which has been heard and handed down through generations. It is as a symbol of such exoteric religion that the man Vājashravasa speaks and acts." Nachiketa, who was offered to Yama to find a place in Heaven by his father, "is derived from 'na chiketas,' that which is unpercieved and refers to the quickening Spirit that lies within all things like fire, latent in wood, the spirit that giveth as opposed to Vājashravsa, the letter which killeth." Nachiketa with his wits learnt the wisdom taught by Yama (the god of Death), found the path of realising Brahman / Moksha i.e. emancipation of the soul from rebirth.

The story of the conversation between Nachiketa and his teacher Yama is the teaching of the Kathopanishad. Vājashrava, desiring a gift from the gods, made offerings of all he owned. But the kind of cows that he had were old, yielding no milk and worthless; not such as might buy the worshiper a place in Heaven. Vājashravasa's son, Nachiketa would have his father make a worthier offering. To his sire he spoke: "To which god wilt thou offer me?" "To Death do I give thee".

Nachiketa thought: "I shall be neither the first nor last that fares to Yama. Yet what will he do with me? It shall be with me as with others." So Nachiketa went his way to Death's wide home, and waited there three days; for Death was on a journey. When Death returned, his servants said: " A Brahman guest burns like a fire; Nachiketa waits three days unwelcomed; do thou soothe him with an offering of water, for all is lost to him in whose abode a Brahman waits unfed."

Then Death spoke to Nachiketa: "Since thou, an honored guest, hast waited in my house three days unfed, ask of me three boons in return, I shall grant them". Then first he prayed: " Grant to my father peace and to know and welcome me when I return." Yama answered: "Be it so." Nachiketa asked again: " In the Heaven-world there is no fear; there is neither hunger, nor old age, nor fear of death. Reveal to me the sacred fire that leads to Heaven and immortality." Then Yama described the sacred fire- what stones for its altar, and how disposed; and Nachiketa said it over, learning the lesson taught by Yama. Yama spoke again: " I grant thee, furthermore, that this sacred fire be known for ever by thy name; thine is the fire that leads to Heaven, thy second boon."

Nachiketa asked again: " The great mystery of what cometh after death; he is, some say; others say, he is no more. This great doubt I ask thee to resolve." Yama replied: " Even the gods of old knew not this; this is a matter hard to be learnt; ask me any other boon only ask not of death." But Nachiketa insisted to resolve mystery after death and no other boon. Yama explained that the goal of sacred wisdom, of goodly works and faith, is Om! This word is Brahman, the supreme. He who doth comprehend this word, whatever he desires is his.

Thus having learnt the wisdom taught by Yama, and finding Brahman, Nachiketa was freed from death. The details of the story is narrated in Garuda Purana.

अनामिका

मी काही म्हणणार नाही
मी तिच्याकडे पहावे
तिनेही पहावे
मी नजरेतून सर्वकाही सांगावे
पण तिच्या नयनाचा थांगच लागत नाही
तरीही मी काही म्हणणार नाही

मी तिच्यासाठी lecture बुडवावे
तिची वाट बस स्टोपवर पहावी
तिच्या फ़क्त एक नजरेसाठी जुँरावे
पण तिने दूँकुनही न पहावे
तरीही मी काही म्हणणार नाही

नंतर ओळख वाढवत न्यावी
तिनेही सर्व गार्हाने ऐकवित
मी ही सर्वकाही मनामोकले सांगावे
पण तिच्या वागण्याचा अर्थाचा न कलावा
तरीही मी काही म्हणणार नाही

मी वाईट मित्रांची संगत सोडून द्यावी
सीगारेटला स्पर्शाच न करावा
तिच्यासाठी मन मारावे
पण तिने प्रशंसेचा शब्दही न उच्चारावा
तरीही मी काही म्हणणार नाही

कॉलेज संपले सेंड ऑफ जाला
माजी नजर फ़क्त तिलाच शोधत होती
तिनेही माज्याकडे यावे
अन म्हणावे Best of luck for future
अन मी फ़क्त डोळ्यांनी सांगावे ...
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Let me catch that one moment…

Yesterday I was not at all ready to get out of my bed. I felt lot tired because of sports events which r on…I even skipped jogging…As I was moving aimlessly in d bed, bed-bugs were still playing hide n seek wid me…I guess it was around 8am…I got hold of some lines n I thought I had to catch dis moment…I drew my notebook (which had lot of empty space)..n I scribbled those lines…n to my surprise within 3-4 minutes I made a poem...with full 5 stanzas…I knew it was raw…but d feeling was awesome…

Well I read all about that… it is d just one moment, a moment of a good thought ,a nice plot, some catchy lines goes through ur mind n nice thing is that u never know until that moment comes dat u can do this…its like some eternal power sending his message…its so divine…

Everybody craves for dat one moment…u need to hav patience…

I really felt blessed dat last few days I was able to hold those moments…

Result

My result was declared last week. I my GPA was 5 out of 6. I got O(outstanding) in 4 subjects…I m loner in d class who got O in Economics…

In spite of this I don’t feel much happy…I really don’t know d exact reason but I don’t feel elated anymore if I excel in studies…I guess d reason may be my bleak past. I think dat I still not got over this…I feel lack of inspiration to study. I find out lot hard to do regular study. I struggle within myself…

Well one of my friend in M. Sc. who scored above 90% in Graduation…this time failed in one of d subject…since he failed in only one subject he was eligible for retest (second life). And what I heard he is quite confident dat this time he will return victorious…

WHERE R V GOING? A guy who is capable of topping d chart find it difficult to clear d subject n retest in same subject gives chance to go forward…what was he doin all d time? He knew already 3 months back when his final exam was…n if I talked about RETEST… u hav 2 follow all d procedure… first u hav 2 apply for retest to d concerned prof n if he gives green signal then retest will conduct in next 3-4 days…. I guess month’s time is lot more than just 3-4days…

This thing happened wid one of d scholar student, what will a normal student do ?
When this happens I lost my faith in this education system…
PS:
Ø GPA- Grade Point Average