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.

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Warning: Some sections of this article are sarcastic in nature! :D 

Who said our generation could not understand love? I would have very contradictory views on this one. We belong to a generation which has taken love to a completely new level. We are in a relationship with our laptops, mobiles and tablets before anybody. We are loyal like never before. We even give so much of attention to our gadgets. Do you remember the last time you forgot to take phone or laptop while stepping out of your house? We can forget our anniversary date, but not the date when the warranty of our very precious gadgets expires. We are deeply and madly in love, first with our gadgets, and then with the person on the other side of our gadgets.

Let us just celebrate love online is the new mantra. Order a virtual cake, light virtual candles, gorge on delicious food (say, food porn) and voila, it’s a perfect date without the slightest of hindrances. The only hindrances here can be a slow internet connection.

With Valentine’s round the corner, one question that has always bugged us has resurfaced. Who is the one becoming rich because of the splurging every love struck couple indulges into? Gone are the days when a florist or chocolatier minted money out of peoples desires to commercially display love. It is the Photoshop experts (or so considered to be) who are doing amazingly great in their businesses by creating hideously creative virtual flowers and virtual chocolates. These merchandises now flood our Twitter tweets and Facebook timelines. It is best not to mention the Whatsapp groups, when it comes to sharing these pictures. Every Whatsapp group certainly has that one Romeo who will wish everybody with these virtual bouquets and chocolates. How considerate of those who remember all these days, isn’t it?

COBWEBS OF LIFE

Falling in love! *sigh*. Love is blind, we say, but what if you have never seen the person you fell head over heels for. I have heard so many people finding their soul mates over FB chats. You ask them how they fell for this person, an answer, comes as a slap- “his DP was so cute” shakes you up. A follow back on twitter is enough for some people to realize their true love for a virtual soul staring into some led screen, somewhere on the face of the earth.

Proposals now happen over Skype calls. Traveling across seven seas, fighting storms on the way, wading through the rivers to meet your love and propose is too passé. A hangout is so cool, right? Send her a diamond ring (virtual of course, if you had money to buy a real one you could have travelled as well), link all the possible sites that talk about the ring having exact specifications like the Kohinoor. And you have the girl. Getting married online is going to be the next big thing. All the wedding planners out there better hone their digital skills. RSVP to a real wedding is so last century will be the talk of town. Some years down the line weddings taking place at the click of a button will be a common scenario. And if anyone has to object the alliance, he/she should doesn’t matter the couple his problem before the couple agrees and accepts the terms and conditions of the alliance.

If getting into a relationship can be a matter of few clicks, few clicks more and you are out of it. I would say, in a way, we are also travelling back in time. Now that we do not have luxury of sending trained pigeons around, we float messages and status updates. One change in relationship status on your Facebook profile will invite attention like never before. “It is over” will be sufficient enough to tell the world how bruised your tiny little heart is. Also, do not forget those Emo images that would eat up the space on your wall after the heartbreak.

Feelings, indeed, are going virtual. Good or bad, we don’t know. The internet service providers, app makers, search engine operators are certainly happy about this transformation. We have no clue if the virtual world understands our feelings, but it is good to have these graphic experts to paint our emotions on the digital canvas. Emoticons suffice our need to express love. One wink here and one wink there, you have earned love. After all this winking, one poker faced emoticon and boom! You are out of those feelings.

WHEN......

I am all alone... all I need is you...

It literally feels very bad.... when you fail in each and everything you do... moreover you fail in your life.... and you have no proof to show to the world how much you perspired for the same....and how much you deserved it.... you just can't explain them how much did you miss that.... you can't explain the agony that you used to go through each night .... when someone's smile becomes's a cause for you sadness.... it becomes intolerable to cope up with world.... every day brings a new challenge for you... you accept that and as usual fails in that.... when you can't bear the pain of.. someone doing much better than you.. and although you know the level of efforts were all the same.... but you get nothing and the other person gets everything.... whomsoever it may be your friend or any unknown.... but it hurts a lot... and you cry every day.... sinking into the pillow... when all sleeps .... you walk through the balcony... to search for that thing which prevented you from achieving that heights..... and moreover it hurts even more when you become a subject of mockery among your friends and no one wants to talk to you... when each and every known person behaves as unknown then you feel like DYING ... friends when you know that your future is no more... when you again put your all efforts to achieve it back.... but the people laughs at you... then you feel bad.... when you fall ill ... when you face blood cancer ..... when every one sympathies you.... when everyone suddenly care for you.... but then after few days.... you are betrayed by your own friends ... when they say you are a liar... when they say you are just a cheater and a blunderer .... when you have nothing to prove them... when you have nothing to show any one...although you know you are not lying... when you feel all alone... when the person you love the most leaves your hand... when cry back to stop her... when she says get lost... when she says you irritates me.... when you question the God... when you have no faith in humanity.... when you can't explain your pain.... when all the accusations are made without any proof...... when you are all alone in your darkness... when no one cares for you..... when you feels irritated at everything....when your all efforts to bind up all the things goes in vain....

THEN A TIME COMES WHEN YOU DON'T TO LIVE ANY MORE......

PS.

and i am feeling the same...

Love Does Not Happen Twice—The Love Story of Two IITians

Today, I wish to share with you an experience of my life which I can bet will change your views about life as it changed mine. 

As told to me by my uncle ... who is an IITian from IIT Delhi....

It is an incident of our IIT days when one of my roommates fell in love with the most glamorous and dazzling girl of our batch. I was not really against their relationship but the only doubt I had was that they were quite opposite personalities. My friend was an introvert, shy person whereas the girl was very jovial and extrovert. Also may be because of her light-hearted nature I felt that she was not very serious about their relationship. But the fact that mattered was that they seemed to be quite compatible. Then I got placed in the USA and took my family along. My friend got a placement in India. Though for some years we kept in touch but as time passed by, we got more and more buried in our chores and our interaction was reduced to almost nil. After a long span of 9 years I got the opportunity of making a business trip to India. I could not dare to miss the golden opportunity of catching up with my friends. I contacted many of them through phone or by FB. I tried to reach out to my roommate too but did not get any response from his end. When I met my friends I got the sad news of his death in the Delhi blast at Karol Bagh around 5 years back. I felt shattered but the fact that bothered me all the more was that I knew he was the only child of his parents.

I searched for his address and went to meet them. The environment was very congenial and calm. Two old men and two old women were having some decent talk along with their evening snacks. I introduced myself and they welcomed me with a lot of love. Then I was served tea and they asked me to join them. Seeing their happy faces I did not have the courage to ask them how their lives had been over the past few years. I rather preferred to remain quiet and was almost about to leave when the gates opened and my roommate’s girlfriend entered. I murmured and thought that finally they both had married. She was obviously not expecting me and so was surprised. She welcomed me asked me to stay for dinner. After her repeated requests I agreed and in fact I too wanted to talk to her. It took a lot of courage to ask her how her life was going. She gave a quiet smile. Then there was silence. I did not know what to speak and whether it would be appropriate to say anything. After a few moments she broke the silence,” we were happy, very happy together and were about to get married when it all happened. I was devastated but then i looked at these 4 people (his and her parents) and decided that I would have to move on. I bought a new place, brought in all four together and are now living happily.” she said. When i do something for them I know Shubhu smiles and it’s his happiness that I always want. I asked her how she was managing to which she replied love is not only about his physical presence in my life, it is about celebrating togetherness and that we do each day with our parents and I know somewhere he is also around here watching our every move, keeping us protected.  Then she added, wish I had his child. I was numb for few minutes. It was now that I realized the strength of their love. In fact, I started feeling really bad for my friend that how lucky he was to have found this girl who is selflessly busy playing her role in their relation without the society bound order of marriage etc. I felt like saluting the girl’s immense strength and pure love that their relation stands on. I got to spend some time in my friend’s room. I saw a diary lying on the table and I could not stop myself from opening that diary. It was my friend’s diary of college days. At the last page I saw a piece which really broke me:

“Duayen yun khud se kar li hai maine, Mohabbat hi ibadat kar li hai maine,

Unhe hi sochti raheti hoon sab bhar, Mahek unki dilon me bhar li hai maine,

Har ek chehre me unko dekhti hoon, Yun duniya se mohabbat kar li hai maine,

Nahi hai apne dil pe akhtiyaar unka, Tha dil unka hukumat kar li hai maine,

Basa hai ankhon me ye noor khwabon ka, Zindagi khwab si hi kar li hai maine”

These were the lines written by this girl. I really felt sorry for this girl. How foolish of me to have doubted on such a pure and effortless relation! She said she had enough memories to last for a lifetime. As quoted by her, “log aksar humse humari khushmijaji ka karan pucha karte hai to hum bhi palat kar kahte hai, huzoor apki zindagi mein yaadein hai par humari to har ek yaad hi zindagi hai”.

Hats off to the girl and I really felt like bowing in front of her. She has set an example of eternal love.

Life is beautiful and it is just your perception that can take it to another level!