Kuch Meetha Ho Jaye....

This Deepawali came to me in a very perplexing manner, when I was unable to decide, “What should I do on this deewali?” As my bro was away in Denmark, I was feeling lonesome this time. I was missing something deep inside me. What was that? I really didn’t know. Although everything was perfect around me, still it was not complete. Other reason which I could figure out was my medicines which kept me drowsy all the time.

But still it was The “Deewali”. So I thought I would imbibe all the delicious and mouth watering sweets this time ( although I knew that I would have to burn all the extra gained calories as now a day’s I’m trying to get into the shape ). But Alas! I had to drop this idea. Thanks to all who did a “great” job of adulterating the milk, mava & all. I thought it would be better to enjoy deewali without these “sweets” (which might contain subsequent amount of poisonous elements) rather than lying on a 6 by 3 bed in a hospital ward. So I decided let’s do something else. And when you talk about deewali, you talk about fancy fire crackers, if not my first, one of my childhood loves. I quickly checked my wallet (it’s called the desperation for something, when you try for something really impossible, as in this case, searching wallet for money…..). I took the keys of my bike and rushed out from home. But suddenly I stopped. I looked the ambiance. I inhaled the air & I was again in nuisance because it all reminded me of my environment, my earth. All the reports, facts, discussions regarding global warming started swinging around my mind and asking me a question, “Will you also play the part in this desolation of nature?” I thought for a moment and decided that I would play part but the positive one. I decided not to celebrate Deepawali with earsplitting, polluting crackers (although I did use some “phuljhadies” as a part of long-established rituals).

Again I was in same dilemma, “what to do now?” Freaking out with friends sounded me quite uproarious and wholehearted idea. I pulled out up my phone and started calling my buddies. But I found most of them out of town. Only one or two were there and they were also busy with their own stuffs. I was disappointed. “How fast does the time change?” I thought. I mean I still remember those days when I was in +2 and all of us used to gather on propitious occasions like Deewali and act like nuts. Now only after four years, we hardly get time for such kind of get together.

So finally I decided to spend my time with my loving family. I didn’t go anywhere and stayed at home. It was the best part of this Deewali that I got a chance to be at home. I spent eminence time with my family which made me apprehend that whatever be the state of affairs, whatever be the circumstances, only our parents are the ones, who are always with us, in every walk of life. Love you Maa n Daddu….

Unscrupulous Elections: A Corollary of Past

Ahhh…Finally I got time for uttering my words, for emptying my totally messed up mind. Last month just passed like wind with a tick of clock and I didn’t get a single minute to write something. Firstly all that MBA prep stuff kept bothering me by my falling scores (although I’m improving now), then the f******g class tests where I couldn’t perform well due to killing headaches (and dropped three of them….no issues I will cover them up in next ones), then series of archetypal Indian festivals like eid, navratra, dashshra and list goes on and on and on. Finally all this ended with nothing special incidents and I thought now I could get back on work again.

But, as Forrest Gump said, “Life is like a box of chocolates. U never know what u r going to get.” I had to meet with something unavoidable or rather say irresistible affair and that was COLLEGE ELECTIONS. (And this time I was avoiding it but thanks to SRI SRI 1008 TARANG SINGHAL MAHARJ who seriously has some chulla about all these things…. &#57@)!!..... I consider my readers to be able enough to decipher the codes with most apposite words). Now what I love the most about the elections is that we get a chance to intermingle with juniors and specially girls. But this time I was not even going to consider this yummy part of elections and decided to stay away from this crap. But you can’t control the virtues of destiny (chintu u know I’m hiding ur choolpana). In spite of having no personal interest in elections, we (my group and of course me) had to get into it. Now the one reason behind this was the chool of chintu and the other and main reason was that we are the persons who have zero tolerance for something which is going wrong. Although sometimes we ignore it too but yes we can’t see something going wrong silently. So we had to come forward (again… we have also done it in our previous years and fortunately, we have never lost a single election) because the person who was contesting election was someone that if I start describing him, the whole para will consist only asterisks. All I can say about him was that if he would have won, then the day would be just around the corner from now when apex institute like HBTI would turn into a third class underdeveloped degree college.

Although we were the winners of last years’ elections, yet the job was not easy. Because we had only one talent with us and that was of captivating the students by our voices. With no money in our pockets, intense rivalries in our own batch, we started our campaign with a bang. Our only motto was to play fair game and we played. But we forgot that we are the part of such an institution where a student’s mentality can be easily prejudiced by many factors. Factors like CASTism, REGIONism, BRANCHism and other kind of conventional ‘ism’s have capabilities of altering the result of elections within a night before election. But this year we came to witness some diverse and dreadful factors influencing elections like the BACK DOORS exploiting the votes by their black money, budding engineers selling their souls and dignity at the cost of some amount of money or liquor, and something other obnoxious things which can’t be posted here. So this time our main purpose was not only to win elections, but to make students dependable, especially first year guys who are easily ill-advised by all these ‘ism’s and luxury greed. And we did the same. After all the pains, up to some extent, we were able to wake them up. We ignited the fire inside them. Not only in the boys, also in the girls. We transformed them from anesthetized listeners into negotiating engineers. And we saw the results. For the very first time in my college life, I witnessed the most gratifying election outcome, where it was clearly noticeable that the decisions were made on the basis of competence of the contestant, not on the basis of these ludicrous existing factors. We won, again, with the considerable margin of 200 votes without getting our hands and souls dirty. Now one may ask me what I have gained from this election. It’s true that I could have used this time somewhere else, but yes, it is also true that somewhere I have stopped something wrong which gives me enormous inner contentment. Contentment of not being the part of an idle crowd which can only criticize others, but don’t have the guts to come frontward and act. They say that they are watching or thinking very closely about the matters. But actually they only think. They don’t retort because they want to be fooled by themselves. Only difference is that they come to realize it when it gets out of one’s hand. You just think about it. Till then, let me relish this victory and reply to all the congratulation masseges and chintu, I am getting more masseges from GH then you.