Mann kuch keh raha hai ...

Aaj bade din baad phir se kuch likhne ko man chaah raha hai, wo bhi dil se. Phir se wahi font “Garamond” set kar liya hai, font size  16 se badhakar 22 kar liya hai, aur nikal pada hun kuch likhne . Shayad wo jo kabhi kisi se naa keh pata par likhna chahta hun . Apne dil se . Aaj aankhon pe subbah se zor padh raha tha. Shayad waqt ke sath kamzor ho gayi hai ye. Shayad aaj inhein bhigne ka man kar raha tha, shayad late monsoon ki rahi sahi kasar ye nikal lena chahti thi aaj.

Kuch jyada khaas nahi kiya aaj. Wo jo dil mein to rehta hai, aaj aankhon ne use dekh liya aur jee bhar ke aansun udhel diye . Subah se kuch kaam nahi tha to TV dekhkar bore hone ke baad laptop khola . Kuch downloaded files check ki isi umeed mein ki kuch interesting mil jaye dekhne ko, ek ghante tak air crash investigation ka 13^th season dekhne ke baad do purani files nazar aayi , naam tha crime patrol “ a nation awakens” .Ye wahi episode tha jo delhi gangrape case pe focused tah. Pata nahi kyun itne mahino se himmat nahi juta paya tha use dekhne ki. Lekin aaj man ne kaha dekh lo jane dil ki kuch girhain khul jaye. 20 may ko download kiya hua show mein aaj bore hone par 9 july ko dekh raha tha . Kuch hi minute hue the ki aankhon ka baandh jo subah se jaise taise sambhala tha iss show ko dekh ke tut gaya. Aankhein ka vision blur ho gaya , shayad sachhai dekhne ki himmat nahi kar paya tha main. Jo hua use badal to nahi sakta hun, but jo juvenile court ka decision tha us nabalig gunehgar ko 3 saal ki saza dene ka , wo mujhe kuch raas nahi aaya. Logon ka candle march nikalna bhi muhje raas nahi aaya, kyunki kahin na kahin ye wohi log hai jab uss victim ko sabse pehle medical treatment ki zaroorat thi to kisi ne madad nahi ki . Ab mombattiyon ko jalake kya ho jata. Mombatti bhuj gayi hai, lekin uske pariwar wale aaj bhi kahi na kahi jal rahe honge. Ye samaj unhe jine nahi dega. Aur iss baat ki main guarantee le sakta hun. Aise hi hai hum , hum kyun na badi badi modernisation  ki baatein karte ho , lekin hum aaj bhi janwaron se badtar hai. Main bhi koi achhuta nahi hun, mujhe yaad hai jab mera meri girlfriend se jhagda hua tha tab maine use yahi kaha tha ke tere saath bhi wahi hona chahiye jo delhi mein uss bandi ke sath hua. Munh se bol to diya tha uss waqt par aaj khud par sharam aati. Khud ko aaine mein dekhne se darta hun.

Rahi baat uss culprit ki jise minor bataya ja raha hai, mujhe nahi pata ki main ise kis nazariye se dekhun. Lekin har tarah se use sazaa dene ka mann karta hai.

Rapes to roz hote hain, har jagah hote hai, kuch hi case jo media ko masaledar lagte hai wo hum tak pahunch pate hai. Jane kya baat hai par apna desh to aisa hi hai bhai ! .

Aaj khud ko janwar kehne par mujhe fakr hai kamsekam main un sawa crore logon ki tarah to nahi hain jo insaano ka makhauta pehen kar insaaniyat ko sharmsaar kar rahe hai.

Becoming a writer- a great task ???

Becoming a writer- a great task ???

Naah , I don’t think becoming anything is a great task. The great task to fulfil the responsibility after becoming that “anything” to the utmost sincerity and efforts. Efforts should be genuine. They must not revolve around or must be the epicentre to persuade someone. The level of efforts usually doubles . The efforts you made to get that positions would not be enough to withstand you with the responsibilities of the job that you have chosen for yourself. No doubt 30 % of the people are successful in doing so , 20 % pay their heed to fulfil the responsibilities but the rest 50% are like “Why should I do this ? I am officer not the servant”. This kind of attitude would surely proves to be fatal one or the other day. Now let us shift our focus from the corporate BOSSES to the “MANGO PEOPLE” or the AAM AADMI , they are not Adaani neither they are Ambani’s , they are the people like you , like me . Yes, we are one of them. I am a part of this social system and I am also doing the efforts at my level. The goals and the priorities are different for different people , may be some students want to do management courses, some may be interested in engineering, some in medical and some in arts . What I want to say is that there exists a vivid scenario and prospectus for us , we must choose what we like, we must choose what is running in our veins and for what we can do anything and can even risk our own life. That would be your true profession , at that spot of time all the efforts that you would put would be very effective and they would pay you in a positive way. Imagine if the T.V. anchors become sports person , can we hope anything positive from them , they would end up ruining their lives. A person interested in mass communication can’t go for engineering .One must do what he/she lives for.

I am writing this blog at that point of my life where I can see my life as a glass half empty or half full. I can proudly say that I have chosen an optimistic outlook toward my life. I have chosen to do what I can do at my best. I have identified my comfort zone and I am working according to that. I have chosen the half full glass. The more we think the more we dilute our thoughts; we must learn to follow the instincts of our heart. Listen to heart and to mind and do what you want to.

Becoming  a writer is not a big task , if you know that “ I am the best author”. If you know to pour your heart out on a plate with the garnishing and perfect plating then no doubt you are the only author who is best. Try to inculcate the good things in you. Try to avoid the wrong side holding you tight in its arm.

Get yourself a life, and enjoy your dreams.

All the best.

Vikas Joshi.

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Disputes are subjected to Indore jurisdiction.

Save Girl Child

How sad, many girls missing from our country are found buried in some graveyard....

India is growing dynamically in every fields. Today, the boom in economy, innovative technologies and improved infrastructure has become nation’s pride. The country has witnessed advancements in all fields but bias against a girl child is still prevailing in the country.

This social evil is deep rooted in Indian ethos and the most shocking fact is that the innovative and hard high end technologies are brutally killing the Indian girl child. Innovative techniques, like biopsy, ultrasound, scan tests and amniocentesis, devised to detect genetic abnormalities, are highly misused by number of families to detect gender of the unborn child. These clinical tests are highly contributing to the rise in genocide of the unborn girl child.In today’s day and age most couples prefer the process known as a planned pregnancy, because of various factors; prime amongst them being the financial well being to support the birth and nurturing of a child. In such cases, the first prenatal visit actually happens prior to actual pregnancy, to see whether one is ready to go off the contraception pills and conceive a baby.

However, in maximum conceptions, one is unaware of the pregnancy until actual realization dawns after one skips the first menstrual cycle. Normally doctors except ladies to pay their first visit anywhere between the sixth and twelfth week after conception. 

Amniocentesis started in India in 1974 to detect fetal abnormalities. These tests were used to detect gender for the first time in 1979 in Amritsar, Punjab. Later the test was stopped by the Indian Council of Medical Research but it was too late. The benefits of these tests were leaked out and people started using it as an instrument for killing an innocent and unborn girl child.  Many of the traditional women organizations also took up cudgels to stop this illegal practice but all failed and with the passage of time these tests became a major contributor to bias against a girl child.

Female feticide and infanticide is not the only issues with a girl child in India. At every stage of life she is discriminated and neglected for basic nutrition, education and living standard. When she was in the womb, she was forced to miss the moment when she was supposed to enter the world. At the time of birth her relatives pulled her back and wrung her neck. After killing her she was thrown into a trash can.

During childhood, her brother was loaded with new shoes, dresses and books to learn while she was gifted a broom, a wiper and lots of tears. In her teenage, she missed tasty delicious food to eat and got only the crumbs. During her college days, she was forced to get married, a stage where illiteracy, lack of education resulted in high fertility rate, aggravating the condition of females in the country. Again if this female gives birth to a girl child, the journey begins once again. She missed all roses of life and was finally fitted to a graveyard. That’s where she got peace of mind.

The nation of mothers still follows a culture where people idolizes son and mourns daughters. UN figures out that about 750,000 girls are aborted every year in India. Abortion rates are increasing in almost 80% of the India states, mainly Punjab and Haryana. These two states have the highest number of abortions every year. If the practice continues, then no longer a day will come when Mother India will have no mothers, potentially, no life.

We all are proud citizens of India. The need of hour is to realize our responsibilities and give a halt to this evil crime. What can we do to curb the brutal and undesirable practice of mass killing girls? A determined drive can initiate a spark to light the lamp and show the world that we all are part of the great Mother India.

एक खत मेरे लिए ....

एक खत मेरे लिए  ....

हँसने रुलाने का आधा-पौना वादा है... !

बहुत कुछ है जो तुमसे कहने का दिल हो रहा है... क्या ये नहीं मालूम... पर कुछ तो है... कितने ही शब्द लिखे मिटाये सुबह से... कोई भी वो एहसास बयां नहीं कर पा रहा जो मैं कहना चाहती हूँ... गोया सारे अल्फ़ाज़ गूंगे हो गए हैं आज... बेमानी... तुम सुन पा रहे हो क्या वो सब जो मैं कहना चाहती हूँ ?

ऐसी ही किसी तारीख़ को ऐसे ही किसी प्यारे दिन की याद में ये लिखा था कभी... तुम्हारे लिए... आज भेज ही देती हूँ प्यार की ये चिट्ठी तुम्हारे नाम...

एक दूजे को देख कर जब
मुस्कुरायीं थी आँखें पहली बार
लम्हें का इक क़तरा थम गया था !
वो ख़ुशनुमा क़तरा आज भी बसा है ज़हन में

वो पहली बार जब थामा था तुम्हारा हाथ
मेरी उँगलियों ने बींध लिया था
तुम्हारी उँगलियों का लम्स भी 
वो लम्स अब भी महकता है मेरे हाथों में

उस आधे चाँद की मद्धम चाँदनी
उम्मीद के कच्चे दिए की लौ सी
टिमटिमाती हुई आज भी आबाद है
दिल के अँधेरे कोने में कहीं

सागर की उन बांवरी लहरों ने
बाँध के मेरे पैरों को रोका हुआ है वहीं
हमारे पैरों के निशां संजो रखे हैं
साहिल की गीली रेत ने अब तलक

जी करता है ठहरे हुए लम्हों के वो मोती
गूँथ के इक डोर में करधनी सा बांध लूँ
या पायल बना के पहन लूँ
और छनकाती फिरूँ मन का आँगन ! 

Visit to memories

Visit to memories

Time: 10:45 am, Day : 18-06-2014, Temperature : 45 º C , Traffic : Slow , Mood : Off , Clothes : Denims , White shirt... You would be wandering why the hell I am giving the weather and probably my mood report to you ...

So sorry for that but that was really to fetch some audience to my blog. ... A good start is half done ... logo ke andar aage kya hua jaanne ka kida hota hai na... People don't read what they sounds uninteresting ... so to make my unhappy blog a little mesmerizing I had to intentionally add those crap ... whatever .... I need people to hear me ... It sounds rude .... But yes I am rude .... does it make any difference to you ... No ... isn' tit ... sorry isn't it ???

Family audience sorry for that ...but just a little here and there and few things could be disastrous like the above .... that too to get the attention ... kind attention of you nasty people ....

Oh gosh !!! so to start with I must tell you ... fasten your seatbelts and hold down your breath .... 'coz I am going to take you to the roller coaster of memories ... yes !!!! your school time memories ...

This summer I was at my home ... vacation time ... from the fucking semesters ... I was watching “Brain Games” on Nat Geo ....my favourite show ... suddenly my mom shouted...

“ Din bhar soye rehta hai ... kuch kaam karle ... maine to bol-bol ke marr jana hai ...”

“Vacations mein masti ni to kya mata ka jagrata karun ???” I replied.

“Jagrata bhi nahi hona hai tujhse to ... chal ja kar ... fees bhar ke aa” mom shouted again

“Kiski ?? College ki to bhar di maine.. ”

“Nahi beta ji ... College ki nahi Agra ke pagalkhane mein ek bed book karwaya hai tere liye ... uski fees ...”

“Mere baaju wala bed bhi khali hai ... aana hai to I have no problem ... you can shift with me ...” I laughed.

“Oye chup kar .. ullu de patthe ... choti ki school fees bharni hai ....”

“Car ki chaabi ..”

“Cycle agar puncture na hoti to tujhe to usse hi bhagana tha ...”

“Weight put-on maine thodi kiya hai ... uski jarurat aapko hai ..”

“Chup kar nalayak .... scooty le jaa chup-chaap ... aaya bada car ki chaabi do ..” Maa ne muh chidate hue kaha...

“Hadd hoti hai yaar ... bas 5-6 km hi to hai ...jyada dur thodi hai...car ki chaabi do varna  main nahi jaa raha ...”

“Chale jaa .... aalo ke paranthe khane hai to ...”

Mom know my weakpoints very well... Emotional Atyachaar... huh...but this time I was as determined as Siddhu ki Siddhuism shayari....

Oye guru ...

Khana hoga to gunth lenge hum aata ...

Nahi khana aapka Aaloo ka paranta ....

Thoko ...Thoko ... Thoko taali .....

“Nahi khane ... Car nahi to sab bekaar” I replied.

“Chal thik hai par papaji ko mat batana ... kal hi 500 ka chalan kata hai .... tab se koi bhi car ki baat karta hai to bhadak jate hai .... aur agar pata chala ki car tu le gaya hai to mujhe to maar hi daalna hai unhone ...” Mom showed her fear.

“Koi ni maa .... bas yun gaya ... yun aaya .. kuch pata ni chalega ... Sachhi ..”

“Chal phir koi naa ... ye le paise ... receipt le ke aana .... aur Vivek sir ko bolna 12 number route ki bus 10 minute late aati hai ... choti ki assembly chhut jati hai roz .... Uske house ka turn chal raha hai ... aaj usko thought of the day bolna tha ... pata ni bus time pe pahunchi bhi hogi ke nai ...”

“Are...haan ... bas karo aaj ke liye ... bol dunga ...”

I took my car from garage ... and was on my way to school ....

While driving .... “the things” ... whatever they may be .... starts wobbling in my little head ... I noticed that in that past three-four years ... I probably for the first time heard the words like .... “Holiday Home work ... House ... Thought of the day ... and all those that I could associate to school ...”

This was fourth year ... since I did my high school ... This feeling was taking me somewhere else .... back to my school time ... We used to enjoy our holidays, doing the holiday homework as soon as possible to get rid of it ...

The houses in my school were categorised on the basis of the name of flowers ... Lotus (Green)... Rose (Red) ... Sunflower (Yellow) ... and Tulip (Blue)... I was first appointed as prefect for Rose house .... then promoted to house captain for Tulip house .... From first grade till my high school I got the opportunity to work with only two houses.. Rose ...(7 years ) and Tulip ... (3 years )...

During my tenure as prefect or house captain ... I was like... to get an award for my house is the only target ... only goal of my life ... I used to get a feeling of strong political leader...

Many of you don't know but I have a keen interest in politics and would definitely join .. if I will get the opportunity ...

During my this tenure .... for the first time I fell in love with a girl who was I guess a prefect or house captain of Lotus House ... Damn sexy at that time ... Not now !!!!!! .... Exchange of house-registers gradually changed into exchange of our hearts ... I will discuss my love story next time ....

Walking through the corridors of the schools ... hanging around here and there .... Lunch time was the special time where we had gossips from students to classes to schools to state to country to world ... almost every topic of discussion was discussed ... I had some apparent friends ... and some good ones who are still in touch with me ... but very very few.... I can count them on my hands ...

I never had friends ... true friends ... I never have been so fortunate to get a good friend circle ... or to have someone whom I can trust ... Things have been changing now ... now I have more than 10 reliable friends and I am sure one of them must be reading this ... she is the one whom I trust most in this world... she is the one who took me out of my darkness into a world where there is no place for sorrow ... it was her world ... In other words she is my lifeline ..

Back to school time...

I could remember exactly I was in eight grade and it was holi ... management already announced not to play holi inside the premises ...but somehow we arranged for the colors and played ... enjoyed ... whole heartedly ... when our sports incharge came we were shocked ... Mr. Nikumbh was our P.E. Incharge ... he called all of us to the ground ... made us stand in a line ... then our principle Mrs. Padmaja Agrawal entered the plot ...in the same way Raghu enters in roadies .... And as I guessed I was targeted as the mastermind ... I was screwed ...

By the time someone pinned my balloon of memories ... I reached the school...

I parked the car ... and as I was going inside the premises ... security guard asked me to do entries in the register... While I was filling the entries in the register ... I got a glimpse of the tiny tots playing football in the field...

It was so soothing ... I can’t express that feeling in words ... After the hectic schedule of ours daily life  ... we usually don’t realize the happiness in small things ... I would advise you to go the park nearby you ... and spend some quality time with your family members... Play games like Lodo .. try to play board games with your family ... you will feel more happy and contended ...

The expressions on the face of the children were at par ... and the excitement to win ... fear to loose ... happiness to defend a goal ... aggression to do a goal ... I could see probably all the emotions there at one spot ... I can’t express them with the smiley’s  or the emoticons provided  today  on social sites ...

Almost after three years I again entered the premises of a school ... When I entered the school ... I was astonished to see the infrastructure  ... high-tech environment...  and the kind of discipline ... all the things that I saw there ... I murmured ... “Abe ... apne time mein aise school kyun nahi the ... apan ne bhi padha hota smart- classes mein ... apan bhi in bachho ki tarah smart hote ...apna bhi fb account paida hote hi ban jata ...”

After doing the formalities of paying the fees and complaining to Vivek sir ...meri maa ki farmaishi complaint jo main galti se bhi nahi bhul sakta kyunki mujhe pata tha ki wo ek baar call karke cross-check to karengi hi ... I just hanged around here and there in the school ... my eyes got stuck on the money plant ... It was so green ...It was nature ... giving comfort to the eyes ... lagta hai jyada hi paise baras rahe hai school walo ke pass....

I have heard that “Chori karke money plant lagao to jyada jaldi grow karta hai ... aur jyada cherish hota hai ...”

I saw both the sides ... no one was there watching me  ... I plucked a small money-plant  ... and got a feeling of conquering the world ... and I returned home.

The day .. today was full of joy and memories that I am still cherishing while writing this blog... Thanx mamma for forcing me to step out of my home-sweet-home.

Sarthak Agarwal

CBSE Topper Sarthak Agarwal Cracks Up the Internet

Delhi's Sarthak Agarwal did the impossible last week, when he scored an aggregate of 99.6% to become the all-India topper for class 12th CBSE Board results. Yes, you read it right! 99.6%. Perhaps this 'jaw dropping' reaction to his staggering aggregate is what drove some smart Alecs to the internet and start trolling him. Soon more people joined in (what does it take to post a comment and joke today, really?) and an Internet meme was born.

It all started by an innocuous news piece in the Hindustan Times’s Facebook page, detailing Sarthak’s stellar academic achievements . The DPS student’s innocent and studious looking face was posted and soon there was a deluge of hilarious comments.The post got 140,000 likes, nearly 11000 shares and about 25000 comments. The jokes have now spawned 3 facebook pages full of memes and one-liners, mainly focussing on the remaining 0.4% and Indian parents’ obsession with their children’s results.

We are sure Sarthak is not bothered by his internet celebrity status. His hard work and intelligence just got him glorious results and he couldn’t care less. Meanwhile, for anyone looking for some humour, these viral comments, memes and jokes are surely going to provide a lot of comic relief. It may not be worth the fuss, but it is still funny. So do read on, without taking it too seriously, ofcourse. But it sure goes on to prove, in this internet age, nobody is safe from internet trolling.

So here are some funny comments from the original post, as well as some memes sourced from the Facebook Page-Sarthak Agarwal Memes

Don't publish this fact in newspaper. We have parents to answer

Itna to mere phone ka battery bhi charge nahi hota...

Ye ladka kalpanic hai iska vastav se koi sambandh nhi hai

Badhai ho....par aaj 8 saal ho gaye mere XII k results ko, aaj fir daant padi.

apsara pencil se likha ho tha to 0.4% bhi mil jate.........extra marks for good hand writing

Tu roadie nahi banega..U dont give ur 100% - Raghu

Mere purre graduation k 3 saal ka total bhi itna nai jitna tu ek exam mein laya hai kaminey..

Not a big deal...His tutor is Rajnikant

Congrats dude, you are the reason my parents have so many expectations.

Itna toh dettol, kitanu nai maarta...

See Sarthak, i dnt knw wat tough times u wuld hav gone thru.. lekin beta is tarah se padhaai pe gussa nahi nikalte..!!

Main toh agar apna paper khud check karta toh bhi itna marks nahi la paata

Bihar Board Result 2014

Bihar School Examination Board (BSEB) has declared the results of the Class 10 Matriculation exams 2014. Students can view their results for the annual examination by entering their roll code, roll number and passing year at the BSEB website.

View the results at: 

Supplementary Examination will be conducted in the month of July/August for students who wish to improve their overall score by attempting all the examinations or those appearing for compartmental exams.

A total of 13.38 lakh students registered for the Bihar School Examination Board (BSEB) Matriculation (Class 10) examinations that began from March 6, 2014. From the total registered candidates 7.28 lakh were boys and over 6.10 lakhs were girls. The overall pass percentage in the 2013 BSEB matriculation exam stood at 73.48 per cent, with boys scoring higher than girls.

The number of exam centres decreased from 1, 901 in 2013 to 1,158 exam centres for 2014 matric exams, the number of students appearing has also decreased from 13.66 lakh in 2013. In the district of Patna, the number of students appearing for matric exams increased by 10,000 giving a grand total of 66,814 out of which 33,481 were boys and 33,333 were girls. Around 66 exam centres were set up in Patna district alone. The exams were held in two shifts from 9:30 AM to 12:45 PM and from 2 PM to 5:15 PM. The admit cards for the matric exam were released online.