this one is for you rupali di

I dedicate this poem to you and wish you all the luck for your professional life which I am confident will be as bright as your academic life has been . Thank you for everything
For all d chats we had, for all d suggestions u gave ,for all the motivation it really has been a great experience and I hope things will stay the same forever ….
So here it goes

Fly away

Mama cries as she waves goodbye ,
but even those tears can’t make me stay.
Cause I gotta fly ,
Fly far away .

Yes ma I will miss you 24*7,
But destiny has had its say ,
Even I cry ,
But I gotta fly ,
Fly far away


I have had my moments ,
Ah those wonderful instants ,
You have always been on my side ,
Laughed with me when I laughed ,
And cried with me when I Cried
But I gotta Fly ,
Fly far away

Fly away to a world I know not,
To a world I always dreamt about ,
Ya I am a lil nervous ,
But I know I will overcome all troubles…


With a heavy heart I wave goodbye,
No matter how much I try ,
I can’t help but cry ,
But still I gotta fly
Fly far away ……..

Live Today for tmmw who knows what will happen

Living today for tomorrow

Life is indeed pursuit of happiness said my friend as we were about to part after having studied together for a month together . Maybe it is all of us are living today for a better tomorrow . Everyone wants to have a better future and seem to be working hard for it .
All of us have dreams and we are all working hard to achieve it but in this confusion we indeed somehow forget to enjoy our present.

I am very supportive of the fact that we should always look forward to tomorrow and that we should do whatsoever we can to achieve that goal but still in this commotion we should not forget to have fun and a good time Now .

No doubt that we should always look to improve our future but never the less this moment this time and the person you are with will never come back . So don’t sulk over your present be happy with it cause we are never satisfied with what we have . We always want more , we always crave for better and in this process keep on procrastinating the relishing our Present .

Remember
The past is history,
The future is a mystery ,
The present is a gift ,
That’s why it is called “The Present.”

hope

When everything has been said and done,
Why does my heart wants me to try once more,
When the writing is on the wall,
Why does my soul want to erase it all…..

When everything had been decided ,
Why do I still have doubts,
When all decisions have been taken ,
Why my heart is still beating with anticipation

When you have already walked away,
Why do I still pray,
That your decision might sway,
And may be you will walk my way

The not so shining india !!!

Well I know its easy to bash our country for all its flaws and defects but still I included this in the title of this piece. This one is not about corrupt politicians , or prejudiced rich capitalists its about you and me the citizens of India , those individuals who have been born and brought up in India . The people who are proud to be Indians , the people who believe in saying “Mera Bharat Mahan.” I realized this when I was traveling to my college in the train this time around , everything was fine I was lying on the my berth when this happened and forced me to think , and that thought in still lingering in my mind as I write this . A train journey clearly depicts all strata’s of Indian society . All trains have three classes which are divided according to fare the passengers can pay and rightly so .

It happened like this that at a place called palwal , a group of laborers came in my compartment . As my seat was near to the door so I could observe them , from this group a lady and her daughter came near my seat . I was in the upper birth and my friend was in the lower one . The lady was wearing a simple saree but one could see that she was clearly undernourished , her face was mellowed with troubles and lines in her forehead were so deep perhaps by the difficulties she had to face to earn her bread and butter .
She told to my friend to accommodate her daughter on his berth he did not agreed at first. These people are often stealing things he told me and asked me to beware and keep my eyes open but after some more requests the lady did finally manage to have her way .
Opposite to my berth was seat of an elderly lady , the lady herself sat in that seat but this lady shooed her away . She now stood , an in another birth one of my friends was sleeping this was the middle berth , this lady put her 5 year old child there . he was in slumber now this friend of mine , was very tired and as soon as he realized about this sleepy boy he shouted at this lady that an told her to take this child away , lady resisted but finally she awoke the boy and took her away , boy was asleep and he began to cry.
Seeing this lady’s face further sadden , pain and anguish was clearly visible on it . Agony it seems has found a residence in her face . As she carried to child off she said
“paisa hii sabh kuch hai , paisa hii sab kuch hai . ” I was there seeing all this , but I never told the lady to put her child on my berth , I was worried about my lap top and the drafts I had in my bag . A thought struck me that terrifies me still , I could also have been in the place of this child, just because I was not there cause by luck my mom and dad can afford the fare , but why do we (me and my friends ) harbor such prejudices dnt we have responsibilities towards our country . I dnt know how many of u people have realized this but it still bothers me , there are people in our country who cant afford to have a meal once in a day , life for them is a struggle right from day they are born I am luck enough to study in a college which had a fees of 1.55 lakhs per annum and these children , would not have even seen this much amount of money . We can all say that government should do something but what has it done so far , it is busy makin rich super rich hardly anyone worries about these people , look at the condition of general compartment in the train I dnt think I can travel there , and then there are people in ac who enjoy all the comforts .

But spare a thought for these people who wage a war their entire life against poverty and destitution , no one likes to steal but aren’t we forcing them to steal , everyone desires a lavish life so do these people and for these few maybe stealing is the last resort I dnt know where these people got off but I noticed a policeman there demanding 250 bucks from one of the passenegers who had got into this compartment with a general ticket , well I did not have to go far to see how much mahan mera bharat is , to see how much my India is shining but sadly I don’t know how to help these people get out of this , sadly I dnt know what I can do that maybe that child could go to a school and have a life like me you and all of us .

student politics

Students & Politics

India is the world’s largest democracy . Being a democracy all her citizens above age of eighteen have the privilege to elect our representatives who will represent us ,our views , our interests and raise issues concerning our wellbeing in the legislative assemblies. This system has been carried in the colleges too and almost all political parties have their student wings. Student politics act as breeding ground for future leaders of our country. For any country to progress she should have dynamic and innovative leaders who have the ability to satisfy and manage
diverse and often conflicting demands of co-allition politics and student politics prepare these youth leaders of our country for this mammoth task.
Many national leaders like NCP’s Tariq Anwar , BJP’s Ravi Shankar Prasad and CONGRESS’ Manoj Tiwari started their political journey as these student leaders. A disciplined student politics concentrates on genuine student issues like fee hike, protesting against bureaucratic attitude of authorities, having a good laboratory, a good library etc. These student leaders are supposed to be the real guardians of students’ rights.
In short these leaders are expected to be honest ,sincere and hard-working individuals who are expected to take up all issues which concerns the interest of students and find a solution for them with the help of administration of their respective colleges and universities. These leaders are expected to become the vanguard of fellow students who elect them as their representatives but reality is agonizingly different .

These so called leaders are influenced by the money and support received from local leaders and due to this they also have develop vested and political interest which surmounts their commitment and loyalty towards the real issues of student interest which they have been elected to raise. Furthermore, these student leaders do not know anything about ongoing struggles related to different socioeconomic issues and debatable issues in national and international politics etc.All these people get handy and ready made materials from their political high commands and speak according to what they are told without using their intellect . If these leaders are questioned about issues of Iraq,or suicide of farmers they cannot utter a single word.
As far as just demands of students are concerned these are often not fulfilled by these student leaders at both college and university level because these students are related to political parties which are directly or indirectly supporting issues like fees hike, bureaucratic attitude of authorities ,corruption of funds etc .
In the present scenario student elections have simply become a show of money and power for all the political parties involved .The real issues of students can never really be addressed and are often put on the back burner. Genuine issues and honest leaders are often insulted and overshadowed by power of money and hogwash politics of leaders political parties.

New destructive face of student politics includes everything be it threats, violence or even cold blooded murders as it happened in the case of Ujjain’s Madhav College where Professor Harbhajan Singh Saberwal was beaten to death last year following a skirmish with the activists of ABVP last year. After this incident a committee headed by then India’s chief election commissioner Mr. James Michael Lyngdoh was formed to reform the electoral system currently practiced at university and college levels .
Most of the student leaders in colleges ae in their 30’s . They are enrolling in colleges just for the sake of contesting elections.
The report specifies that elections should be held annually, no donations from political parties should be allowed, a limit on poll expenditure to 5000 Indian rupees , age limit of 17-28 years , a ban on printed posters and banners .Additionally the candidate should be a regular student of the institute and have a minimum attendance of 75 percent and no criminal record . If these rules are followed then interference by political parties will definitely reduce , and genuine students can get a chance to become a real representative of students .

With a limit on campaign expenses the use of huge posters, open jeeps and luxury cars ,loud speakers which made all this process sensational and fascinating will fade out .

Lets hope that all these measures will be strictly enforced and Indian politics will be sanitized of all the evils from which it is suffering at present .










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time waits for no one

Clock!!

Tic- tock, tic- tock,
Second by second,
The clock runs so fast,
It doesn’t even give you time to recollect ,
and rethink where did you go wrong last,
and till the time you realize ,
this clock had just run you out………..


Seems like yesterday,
when you had the whole world at your feet,
but because you just couldn’t capitalize,
everything in life has come to a sad ,sad demise

Even now I remember ,
The opportunity that I missed,
Ah!! the blunder that I did commit,
And for that slip up so much have I suffered,
You just can’t imagine how much shit,
Have I heard,
But can I turn back this clock even once??

Tic tock, tic tock
There it goes again,
Left over is the bitter truth,
Of chances missed and opportunities lost,
Can I now set things right,
Can you believe just a few years ago everything was alright,
Can that time ever return ??
Nah It won’t ,
Everything is now blown,
And with it my dreams and aspirations,
Have also flown,

Tic tick, tic tock,
It goes on and on ,
Never will it stop,
Nor will it wait for anyone,
Tic- tock ,tic-tock,
Its always on the move ,
you better watch out ,
Before it gets you screwed!!!!


Today the time may be on your side,
Maybe at this time you are on the right side of tide,
But watch out, tic- tock, tic- tock,
This clock is moving on ,
And maybe this is the silence before a dreadful storm…..


Tic-tock, tic-tock,
This is the sound of life ,
You have to hear it ,
You just can’t escape it,
Whether you like it or not
You will die one day,
But the clock with its tic-tock, tic-tock will keep living on and on and on…….

Deep inside of me

Deep inside of me,
There is a world waiting to be explored,
feelings yet to be deciphered,
dreams yet to be fulfilled,
And stupidities I love to make

Deep inside of me,
There is a revered fire,
Which shoots me up everyday.
Which gives a meaning to my life,

Deep inside of me,
There are aspirations which I live for,
There are things I hate,
and little secrets that I tell no one..!!


Deep inside of me ,
There is a brand new world,
Of which I am the emperor,

Deep inside of me,
There is hidden innocence,
Which often gets hurt ,
By the callousness of this world…..


There is so much,
Buried deep inside of me ,
But still I look outside ,
For a few moments of happiness….?

Desperation

You came into my life as a whiff of fresh air,
Sadly you have left ,
But the fragrance that you brought along ,
Still remains……..so, so strong


When you were with me ,
I almost forgot about the time ,
After u left,
Days have turned agonizingly so, so long.

When you were with me,
we used to dream,
But now that u have gone,
Forget the dream,
I cannot even sleep

When u were with me,
I used to forget the world,
But after u moved on,
Its been difficult to live along

When you were with me ,
I never used to remember you,
But After u departed,
Ur nostalgia still carries along


It was great to be with you,
But without you ,
Life moves on still,
Sure I do miss you ,
But life is greater than you ,
Call it desperation,
Or frustration ,
I gotta live this life wid out you ……………