Unanswered Decency

Decency encased about me,

still wonder even today

why isn't along me?

might she enjoy ribaldry..

Garden of Eden

Sad in happy paradox,

she ahead ubiquitous misery,

I fail; bade orthodox,

silently I stream away..

Hatred Winds

Things aren't the same,

like it was before,

hatred; the new name;

we ain't brothers anymore..

Sometimes

Sometimes even it cares,

for the enemy I hate,

sometimes even it forgets,

the people who did wait,

sometimes it searches,

all around for company,

sometimes it conclude,

itself to solitary,

sometimes it forgives and foresees,

for things beyond infinity,

sometimes its desperate,

to fight back for revenge,

sometimes it searches everywhere,

a land of peace,

sometimes it worships,

ferocious weapons to kill,

sometimes it interrogates,

hidden facts of mystery,

sometimes I wonder,

is it only me, inside me,

or a vast cluster,

of mystical characters..

About a School going Kid

I have known Saranga for almost a decade. We have been great 'Chaddi-buddies' at all time of our life. He has always been a support and is always near. He prefers to remain quiet at most times of the year. I would pen down a small incident from his life.

It was during his fourth standard when he studied at his native and his dad is the head-master of the school. While every student had their lunch from their tiffin boxes, Saranga liked a different taste. He never liked it when he was served with a cold meal. He always needed a fresh prepared warm meal. His lunch was being sent to his class everyday during the recess. This had continued for months. His place for the lunch was his teacher's desk. He liked sitting there. Perhaps he enjoyed the solitude there. It so happened one day that the carrier who used to carry his tiffin everyday was a bit late. Saranga had already turned red with temper. His tiffin was in front of him just five minutes before his recess ended. While he was enjoying his lunch, his teacher was in front of him. Now he was in the middle of the sea. He was confused. He was in a dilemma whether he should step down from the teachers desk on the note of respect or he should continue his lunch on the call of hunger. He chose the third path. He decided to throw his lunch on his teachers face. The class was paralyzed with silence and then our hero realized that he had committed something inappropriate. The consequences could have been fatal but everything was spared for a boy of such a tender age. At that age even the stupidest mistake is being considered cute.

Egg Mend

Why should we be away from such a wonderful egg chicken biryani only if the egg is a little broken?? There must a solution to every problem here on earth.

Siva, a good friend suggested to get a feviquick and he would try to mend it somehow. Feviquick wasn't available at the hand, so needed another alternative. Bingo!! We can try cellotape. After all the manufacturers assure a lot about the adhesiveness. It was the time to test the manufacturers word, our intelligence and the eggs luck.  We cut a strip of cellotape and paste it above the hairline break of the shell. For our safety, we put another strip. The egg is set to boil and we wait for the result. Eureka!! Within a couple of minutes our egg is boiled without any disfigurement. Now its time to cook the biryani. 

I can never compromise my delightful lunch just for a simple hairline break. I am sure I won't have to run for the grocery shop again to get another egg after discovering a simple hairline break on one or two off the eggs.

Three Laureate's..

The first days in BIT seemed to go slow, with no new friends and none whom I could call as someone close. Surely destiny wasn't going to be cruel to me. I obviously had to meet a few special people here. As time passed by, I met Satyakam, Sarabjyot and Yashwant. We formed a nice group of four. While me and Sarabjyot always insisted on bunks, movies and house party, Satyakam and Yashwant could barely turn themselves from their motivated minds. Midst of all fun and few group studies our time started to flow great. While Satyakam and Yashwant aimed for distinctions, we both enjoyed passing semesters even with the lowest mark. 

The time came when the lecturers would now divide us and categorize us on the basis of marks. The time wasn't going to be good for Sarabjyot and me. The first internal of the first semester of engineering was ahead. Physics professor Mr. Rangappa had announced that it was must for everyone to get 15 out of 25 and if anyone got any less, things won't be good for him. The test went on and with every attempt to cheat we wrote our tests. After all possible attempts our test didn't go well. Mr. Rangappa announced the results within a day or two. The entire class of 60 made its way above the barrier of 15 except the three of us. Sarabjyot got stuck at 12, Yashwant at 13 and me at 11. Mr. Rangappa made us stand for a few minutes launchers of lectures regarding bright future and established career were fired at us. It was embarrassing just for the first few minutes but later we enjoyed the moment and felt like battle heroes. After all only a few dared to fail their first test of engineering. Later we came to know that Yashwant was not the one as he showed us on that first test, instead he is too good in studies.

This incident even after 40 months remains fresh as if it was just yesterday. Our first semester rocked!!

Doorie-Philia

The album Doorie by Atif Aslam was released in the end days of 2006. I remember it was a revolution on the last few seats of Bus No - 13 (the bus which carried me school for years). Everyone of us used to sing those songs on the way back to home. We appreciated the music and the lyrics. Each of those numbers spoke a thousand hidden words at a moment. Those few numbers somehow managed to build a bridge between our childhood and maturity and we spoke on topics of future, love and a lot more. Prasiddha was most attached with the track 'Yakeen'. I still remember this conversation once-

Prasiddha - Toi Doorie'r kuntu gaan besi bhal pau? (Which track you like the most of the album Doorie?)

Me - Hum Kis Galli jaa rahe hai.. aru tur? (Hum Kis galli Jaa rahe hai.. and yours?)

Prasiddha - Yakeen.. last'or line keita khunibi sun bhal lagibo.. bahut positive end eta diye. (Yakeen.. You must hear the last few lines of the track.. It gives a end on a positive note).

I returned home and heard the track again and again. Prasiddha wasn't wrong. The last few lines gave a positive end to the entire track.

Ab agar tum mile to,

itna yakeen hai,

haans denge hum to,

rona nahi hain..

अब अगर तुम मिले तो इतना यकीन हैं ,

हाँस देंगें हम तो रोना नही हैं । 

After hearing the track numerous times I asked Rakesh the same question.

Me - Oi tur kuntu track bhal lage? (Which track you like the most?)

Rakesh - Title Track tu (The Title track)

Me - Kio? (Why?)

Rakesh - Video tut suwali joni dhunia (The girl in the video is beautiful).

I dared not to ask anymore. His answer was obvious. After all, we can never expect him to change. Our bus and those days of flashback seriously rocked our childhood.

Walk Away..

She rides her journey,

towards orthodox and family,

and he walks away,

towards paradise of solitary..

Stayfree day & night..

Those few nights won't be the same,

crying and curtailing down to pain,

discorded and frustrated alone in the house,

and isolated to stray away in misery,

Will someday these downpours of Orthodox surcease,

and our mother's be granted peace..

Menstruation marks the birth of womanhood in a girl and is called for some abrupt social and physical changes. The characteristics being devastating and  full of pain. The ancient Orthodox Indian culture made these few days of pain even more tiresome by isolating the lady to a corner in the house and with some superstitious belief that she turns to a untouchable withing this period. Today our society may laugh at such rubbish thought's but perhaps this was the phase our grand-mother's had to pass through. 

On a hand we are expecting the feminine society to stand at the same zenith with the masculine society in every sphere and on the other there is still an orthodox society that belief's in such thoughts.

Stayfree now builds this platform to let every woman stand on the same height as that of man. Stayfree let's every girl compete with the rest of the world. And why not? We belong to a land of brave women like Rani Laxmi Bai, Sarojini Naidu and Durga Bhabi. Don't we see that same Sarojini Naidu inside ever girl born in this era? Yes we do.

Even during those day's of discomfort there's Stayfree that allows her to sleep in peace and wake up to stand brave in the rat race. Why should a girl postpone her success because of her menstrual cycle? 

Today she know,

that she won't be alone,

sad and stabbed to solitary,

and no mood offs or any tear,

when today she has a Stayfree,

to keep her forever happy..

I feel that there must be no restriction on expressing my view on this topic, just because I belong to the opposite gender. If I can desire for a woman to understand me, I can also step ahead and understand a woman.

Submitted for the Stayfree Blog Contest.

I express my gratitude to every fellow blogger who did stand up for such a noble cause. Happy Blogging Mates!!

Seeing Modi Ji

Seeing Vajpayee Ji

Modi Ji's Rally was scheduled to be at National Ground, Bengaluru on 28th April 2013. The same day I had a college trip to Mangalore. We were scheduled to leave at 9 PM and Modi Ji's rally was scheduled at 7 PM. I always wanted to see him once and hear him speak. I had already heard him several times over the National TV channel's but never saw him stand in front of my eyes and deliver his speech. I came to know from several friend's and associate's that he was a very determined orator. If needed, I was also ready to debar myself from the Mangalore trip.

I asked Syamanta, a good friend and a determined BJP youth whether he would accompany me to National Ground's. His answer was very obvious. We reached National Basvanagudi (1 KM from National ground) by 7 PM. The traffic jam from there didn't allow any vehicle to rush in towards National Ground. We left the auto and decided to march till National Ground. We had walked only a minute or two, that we heard his voice. We ran that whole road and saw thousand's of Banglorean's walking eagerly to see the national hero. We reached the ground and managed to stand just in front of his dice. I also had a few college friend's there who were also eager to hear his speech. I was astonished to see so many old men and women in their eighties, who were also there among the crowd to see the national leader. He must have something in his action, which attract's such a huge crowd.

It was a moment of lifetime for me to see him once. He was delivering his speech with full pace. He didn't need to boast anything about himself as the entire country knew what he had done till date and that every promise he makes, won't go in vain. I never saw any man with clarity of thought's. I also attended Vajpayee Ji's speech as a kid. Both men are dynamic and aimed towards society welfare with the clear motto of doing something good for our nation. I was flowed by his word's and motivated too. I never saw anyone more deliberate.

Vajpayee Ji had already attracted me towards BJP. After hearing Modi Ji I was sure, to live with BJP and to follow their call of 'COUNTRY FIRST, PARTY NEXT, SELF LAST'. India has only a handful of good leader's now, Modi Ji being on top of them.

Stop Rape

Scars conceal her beauty,

cursed marks wrap roughly,

ravaged by rude society,

devil's raped her mercilessly..

Death - II

Death - I

Is death the end,

or there's something behind,

hiding mystery and surprise,

a path toward's Sunrise..

Innocent Smile

Leaves were on the ground,

colorful butterflies all around,

seven rainbows in the sky,

you singing a sweet lullaby,

lying on my thighs,

you watch Mother Earth as she sighs,

as she blushes with her beauty,

I palpate your face fairly,

as you yawn for a sleep,

I gaze at you with peace,
and you doze off for a sleep,
passing me an innocent smile..

Tribute to Lalaji..

Punjab Kesari LALA LAJPAT RAI Ji

Born: January 28, 1865

Death: November 17, 1928

"The Government which Attack's its own subjects has no claim to be called as a civilized Government. Bear in mind such a Government doesn't survive Long. I declare that the blows stuck at me will be the last nail's in the coffin of British rule in India."

                               - Lala Lajpat Rai

"I always believed that my silence on several topics will be an advantage in the long run"

                               - Lala Lajpat Rai

शहीदों के चिताओं पर जुड़ेंगे  हर बरस  मेले 

वतन पर मरनेवालों का येही बाकी निशाँ होगा 

I offer my prayer's and tributes to Punjab Kesari Lala Lajpat Rai Ji on his death anniversary. 

Today the whole country talks about development and civilization and slogans of 'Garibi Hatao' (गरीबी हटाओ ) by every leader in the center. We have corrupted the beauty and aura of freedom and have also forgotten those thousands of men who died serving Mother India. The other revolutionaries paid their tribute by taking the revenge. The ultimate tribute was paid on 15th August 1947 when the Indian Atmosphere was full with the breeze of freedom.

Have we paid our tribute? Remembering those freedom fighter's on their birth and death day's and decorating  their statue's with beautiful garland's doesn't complete our task. We have a lot more to do. The poor is getting poorer and Swiss bank is being flooded with Indian Money. Thousand's of youth are getting trained by terrorist outfits to stand against the country. Rape and Murder news cover's the first few pages of daily newspaper. We aren't secured in our own country.  Have our leader's sacrificed their lives for this day? 

My First Liebster Award..

This is my first Liebster Award, which Sachin has shared with me. Thank you dude, to build me the platform which I hope would let me get in touch with many other blogger's across  the internet. 

What is Liebster Award?

The word 'Liebster' is originally a German word which mean's sweetest, kindest, dearest, beloved, lovely, kind, pleasant, valued, cute, endearing and welcome. The Liebster Award exists only in the internet and is given to blogger's by fellow blogger mate's. Liebster Award can perhaps be said the Mother of Forward Messages. The choice lies entirely with us to accept it, and continue paying it forward or simply stop the chain (I, personally find it interesting to forward and establish my network with other blogger's). Liebster Award basically help other blogger's to recognize and discover new blogger's and let them know about the blogosphere. 

What are the expectation's/rules when someone share's his/her Liebster Award with you?

The person who shares his Liebster Award with you want's you be known by more people in the blogosphere. He/She keeps a few expectation's when he share's this with you-

• Post 11 fact's about yourself.
• Answer all the 11 question's the tagger has asked you.
• Tag 11 more blogger's. While tagging them do remember that they have less than 200 follower's.
• Ask 11 question's.
• Tell the people who tagged you that you have done your task.

11 Fact's About Me-

I.  I am from Guwahati, the land of red river & blue hill's.

II. My favorite color is white.

III. My favorite tourist spot is sea beach. I can spend hour's sitting on a beach and hear the sound of the salt water hit the shore.

IV. I love to walk in the rain.

V. I love company, not crowd.

VI. My favorite freedom fighter is Shahid Chandrasekhar Tiwari Ji (popularly known as Chandrasekhar Azad).

VII. I love travelling. When am on the wheel's my stamina get's reloaded.

VIII. I love Non Veg Food although I am born and brought up in a purely vegetarian family.

IX. I sleep less, much lesser than the people around me.

X. Brazil is my favorite Soccer Team and its not going to change until India qualifies for the FIFA.

XI. I want to earn a lot and spend the most of it for those kid's who weren't lucky enough to have been brought up under parental care.

The Questions which Sachin Asked me-

Q) Since how long you have been blogging?

A) 25th May 2012 was the day when I started blogging. That was the day when I lost my uncle (Link). It's almost 1 year 5 month's 19 day's that since I have been blogging.

Q) What does Blogging means to you?

A) As written under the About Me column of my blog page, blogging is something where am completely fearless and shameless and I jolt down thing's I see, dream and imagine.

Q) Your hobby specially for which you are most crazy?

A) My hobbies are travelling, writing, cooking. I am crazy for travelling. New places, New people, New culture, New Languages speeds up my adrenaline run in the body.

Q) Your idol and in what reference he inspired you?

A) My idol is Salman Khan. I am a die hard Salman Khan fan. I like his movies. The best part I like about him is his devotion to charity and effort to let the poor survive. I too want to open something like 'Being Human'.

Q) One sweet childhood memory you want to share?

A) I proposed a classmate when I was in 5th standard. She slapped me thrice. Two years later she tied a rakhi on Raksha Bandhan. (Link)

Q)In childhood what was your dream to become and what is your profession now?

A) I wanted to join the Indian Army, fight for my Motherland and die proudly, return home with the pride of being wrapped in the country's National Flag. I feel I am born in the wrong time. I should have been a guy of early 20's during the 1999 war. Sadly I was only a seven year old kid then.

Today am a Mechanical Engineer. I appeared NDA after 12th standard and sadly I didn't make through it.

Q) If you have one chance to live your current profession then what you want to become now and why?

A) I am a Mechanical Engineer and am quite happy with that. If changing the profession is a compulsion then I would proudly join the Indian Army. I think so I explained it quite well in the previous answer why do I want to be a part of my country's army.

Q) One thing you love most about your native place (except family and friend's)?

A) Sitting on the bank and watching River Brahmaputra flow is a must for peace lover's. I love doing it, especially during Summer evening's. 

Q)What is your favorite genre of movies?

A) It's always a tie between Action and Comedy. I love romantic movies too, but the romance in movies in always a myth.

Q)Your favorite book and why?

A) I haven't read so many book's. Among the few I have read, I loved 'Five Point Someone' by Chetan Bhagat. It relates a lot to my engineering life.

Q) The one dream which you want to be happen true?

A) Marry my dream girl. Seriously, that's what I want to be true. Call me old fashioned, but I believe in Love.

I would share My Liebster Award with these fellow blogger's-

http://blog-for-peace.blogspot.in/

http://rangandatta.wordpress.com/

http://suryawrites.blogspot.in/

http://dhadkane.blogspot.in/

http://lifeasitlives.wordpress.com/

http://ideasolsi65.blogspot.in/

http://swarnpriya.blogspot.in/

http://www.ratnibbles.blogspot.in/

http://melodystrings.wordpress.com/

http://viditibhargava.blogspot.in/

http://chawlabhi.blogspot.in/

I would ask to following questions to my fellow blogger's-

I. If given a chance to shift to move to any other city in India, which city would you choose and why?

II. Why did you choose blogging?

III. What is your definition of love?

IV. Give an instinct of your life defining happiness?

V. What's your favorite song?

VI. What's your favorite food?

VII. Tell me a few good thing's about the culture you belong to?

VIII. How can a person know himself better than anybody else?

IX. It's said that every person is here with a cause, do you know why you are born?

X. Describe yourself in a single word?

XI. Read a few blog's of mine, tell me frankly how I write?

Waiting for the replies..

Dream of Nirvana..

I dream of a life,

far away from mankind,

isolated in peace,

where civilization doesn't resist happiness,

where hatred doesn't abuse,

peace of heart and serenity,

where human avaritia has limit,

and people build palaces of faith..

In that far away terrain,

peace and love fenced domain,

singing lullaby and humming whistles,

walk among grass and thistles,

In that land of colorful butterflies,

I shall live, make it my paradise,

I shall walk to where I belong, 

following the path to my dream of Nirvana..

Bheema's blunder..

Few days back I was in Davangere with Mayank and Harshit. The purpose of journey was VTU's pool campus. We didn't expect such a huge crowd there. We got a hint about the crowd only when we reached Majestic Bus Stand. Majestic seemed full with student's and everyone was waiting for a bus to Davangere. Luckily Mayank had booked ticket's advance and we were relieved. It was obvious that hotel's would be filled too by morning. So I called Justdial and managed a few phone number's of lodge's in Davengere. The first four calls depressed us and we presumed we had to change to formal's at the public toilet itself. The fifth call somehow managed a room for us at Bheema Lodge. The manager also informed that his lodge was two kilometer's away from the bus depot. While in the bus journey Mayank didn't let me sleep; he was keeping me busy brushing up the subject's of Mechanical. I was feeling sleepy; still couldn't sleep. I still remember him saying, "Bhai, aaj jaag le, kal placement ho gaya to Cab rent pe leke sote hue aayenge.." (Brother, stay awake tonight, if we have a good news by tomorrow we will rent a cab and sleep in peace and come).

We reached the bus depot. The army of auto rickshaw driver's covered us. We had gained experiences from our past trip's that after midnight taking an auto-rickshaw cost's a great deal. We avoided them and decided to walk. As soon as we stepped out of the depot, we discovered an isolated main road. The only creatures accompanying us were the street dog's. We saw a many lodges nearby. We banged every door of every lodge to search for a room. We enjoyed waking up the snoring manager's at the counter's. Everyone replied with a harsh tone, "Room Illa.." (No room). We somehow found the route to Bheema Lodge and walked in. The manager spoke in his sleepy voice, "Boss, Room Illa..". After we let him know about the advenced booking he handed the key to us. 

Luckily the room was in the ground floor itself and we were spared from the pain of climbing up & down the stair's. The room was a single room with a single bed for three of us. We were shocked to hell. It was a small room with a bed, two chair's, a table and a TV. Harshit placed himself on the bed, Mayank rested himself with the hotel blanket on the ground and I slept on the chair itself. We slept for an hour or so. We woke up for the last minute revision. It was time to get ready for the bid day ahead. We then realized the real shit was yet to come. The toilet had no lock. Finally, we were three boys in a single room and no lock for the toilet door. We swore to each other that none shall open the door while one of them is busy attending the nature's urgent call.

We got ready for the big day with a lot of expectations. We turned there on time. There were many thousand's like us. We did stand up for six hour's and there was nothing except depression. We returned back to hotel and came back to Bangalore on that day itself. I realized that day what Mriganka Sir taught me when I was a child,

"Less Expectation, More satisfaction
More Expectation, Less Satisfaction"

Die Another Day..

Would you stop for a while,

sit back and listen my pain?

Would you lend your hand,

pull me to stand stiff,

and ask me my grief?

Would you care to ask,

what's the last that now I need,

before you leave?

Would you care to give,

everything you shall promise?

Would you stop behind,

and stay with me?

As you leave away,

there's my wish I would say,

would you please die another day..

Woke up this morning to a phone call from home; thing's weren't good. He was no more. He's dead; he left for the Garden of Eden and in search of the solitude. Thousand's of miles away where now he's being burnt to ashes, I sit here isolated and nothing to do. Helpless and I feel stabbed right in my chest. All I could do, sit back and write a few lines to his soul. Rest in peace, you shall remain deep within forever.

Remember Me..??

Excited by thoughts,

and chanting word's of love,

I walk towards thou,

wandering thou shall run,

as thou shall spot me come,

inhaling some air of peace,

on my shoulder's thou shall smile..

"Remember me, my beautiful angel?"

as these word's I announce,

thou's face now so strange,

this moment I fail to realize,

when thou nod in negative,

might be today thou dream's different,

in love and thought's of another man,

away from me and my heart..

Unlike my belief and faith,

thou, you have changed,

thou, now a satire on my thought's,

thou spit on my dream's,

and thou make me realize,

love and life ain't too easy..

One day..

For that day, I wait and see,

believe in faith and worship persistence,

you'll come and walk along,

you'll be back with me at home,

you'll realize lewd thought's of youth,

and that lust ain't the truth,

I know that moment soon or tardy,

will arrive for the good for me,

I sit near my window and stare outside,

drink peacefully this inebriant fluid,

and wait for you to arrive,

and bring me back to life..

The Aristocrat feeling

Guwahatians must have traveled through the city bus plying through the length and breadth of the city. Have you ever stood on the back door and had experienced that aristocracy. If not, please do it soon. My high school days have always passed standing beside the back door and leaping in and out at every stop. The experience of enjoying the cool breeze on your face on the summer evening's of the city is another beauty. Standing on the door step is not a reason of the bus overcrowding; it is even seen on an empty bus. I once remember one incident when I had to reach Panbazar early morning. I got up at Maligaon at 6:15 AM and there were only three passenger's. The driver was full excited on the empty road and every bus stop looked empty. He stopped at Bharalumukh for a minute or two and again he accelerated. I still remember the sight. The early morning view of river Brahmaputra near fancy bazar and the fog that was a blanket above the mighty river created an epic of natural beauty. The aristocracy of enjoying such a climate with the blanket of nature gives a different definition to life.

Bhai kal college hai kya..??

I am sure the title itself has made everyone cherish their college life. This is perhaps the most frequent and common question which we ask from the start till the end of our college life. Whatsapp, SMS, FB message, BBM - everywhere we post this question almost everyday. The strange fact is we post this question only when the probability of answer being YES is maximum. When we know that its a holiday we are somewhere celebrating in another world.

Now when only a couple of months are left to cherish the last few months of my college life I wonder where will such stupid questions one day disappear. In the struggle of secured career and handsome salary we shall forget all the mischief of college life. When the formal dress codes will replace our Phati-purani jeans and pocket money shall become salary; fun will only be recalled in memories. Soon we will forget the fun of sharing one samosa in a group of five and shall get entangled with classy corporate buffets. Waking up long nights in our office room we shall recall the days of sitting the entire night beside a friend in his hospital bed. Sitting in the leather seat of a sedan we shall recall the days of three in a motorcycle. Everything shall change and nothing will be the same. The life of fun will turn to a life of formalities. Until then lets enjoy these last moments of college life. Let us not forget the fun of group studies, mass bunks, late night coffee, night out, Maggi. In these last days of college life, lets live our life double.

Seeing Vajpayee Ji..

Seeing Modi Ji

Atal Behari Vajpayee Ji is one of the most fantastic, energetic, corruption free and far sighted leader's India has ever got. His rally was scheduled on the North-Eastern Frontier Railway Stadium, Maligaon where he was going to address the public. The stadium was in my neighborhood. I was in the second or third standard. I didn't have any clue regarding who was coming and what was the rush all about. I didn't want to miss my Sunday noon Shaktimaan. My dad wanted me to come. He said me that one day when you shall grow old, you'll realize you were lucky enough to see a national hero. I hesitated, he scolded and took me along. The crowd itself there scared me out. It was a very huge gathering. Thousand's of people gathered to see the hero. The security was too tight. The gathering was increasing with every passing moment. My dad was going to see him for the third or fourth time. He arrived at the time he promised. The crowd got excited seeing him. I was standing on the ground beside my dad. I wasn't able to see him. Seeing this my dad picked me up on his lap. I still wasn't able to see him. My dad picked me up on his shoulder's and now I got a clear picture of him. I didn't understand the word's he spoke. Perhaps he spoke of India Shining, Golden Quadrilateral, Eradicating Corruption, Employment to all, and nuclear deals. I didn't understand any of them, I was of a very tender age to get any clue on those subjects. All I focused on his voice and the way he spoke. That fascinated me. I still remember him waving his hands to the gathering while he left. I came home and asked dad more about him. My dad replied all my queries. I got to know his vow and devotion to the service of the nation and that he was always for the public. The next time  on wards every time I use to scroll around the TV channels and I saw him I paused and listened him speak. As a child, I developed kin interest in his words and thought's. His ideologies made me go deeper into Bharatiya Janta Party thoughts. Today I am a national member of Bharatiya Janta Party and shall forever be with the party. Seriously a leader's words motivated me. If I am ever asked whether I ever saw God, I shall proudly reply I saw Vajpayee Ji. 

Goel ( A reporter ) : Why did not you marry?

Vajpayee Ji: I did not find time to get married.

Escaping the Cops..

Going back to the date, 25th January 2009, when I was in eleventh standard. 25th Jan is a very high alert tight security day in Guwahati or in any other North-Eastern City, just because of the threats by different extremist organizations. Section 144 IPC is enforced and people are not allowed on the pinion and any person found without proper vehicle document seriously gets screwed. Parent's generally advice to stay indoors and avoid classes and hang-outs.

I came out for my tuition classes. There were very less of us. Prasiddha was there on his dad's Yamaha RX-135 CC. He didn't even have a license to ride then but he rode very well. After the classes,like any other day I joined him in the pillion. We decided to take isolated colony lanes to avoid cops and reach home as early as we could. We tried through many colony lanes; but the security seemed tight. We rode over to Maligaon Chariali to join the busy road and escape the cops in the cover of the busy traffic. We reached Chariali; but the number of cops there was much more than any other day. We now decided to take the route from Boripara and take the Yamaha beside the rail tracks and join the Maligaon road by the rail gate. We tried but the cops were even there too. We both were on half sleeves and the cold winter breeze had almost frozen our ribs and there was only a last option left. We decided to  take the riskiest road by the highway and join Maligaon Goshala that came from Tetelia. We reached Jalukbari. There were almost 10 cops. We were shivered down to zero when we saw them. We discussed whether to march ahead or take an U-turn. We grabbed the last piece of courage and Prasiddha accelerated the 135 CC beauty midst the cops. Luckily none of them held us and rather they were busy checking the trucks and lorries and we escaped the scenario. Prasiddha got tempted on that smooth highway and his bike was close to 100 KMPH in the highway and we both were on our half sleeves and ever without a helmet. We experienced a part of Antarctica. We somehow  saved ourself or else our parent's would not have let us escape the scene so easily. Thank's to Prasiddha and his bike, the day always remains on a page of my book of nostalgia.

P.S - The picture is taken from google. Sorry, I don't have a picture of the bike.

Our Bermuda Triangle..

It was our school exhibition. Rakesh and me obviously had to do something. We decided for Bermuda Triangle. 

We seriously worked hard browsing the internet and collecting every single data on the topic. We tried made the replica out of wood and  somehow made a large pothole and covered it with a light blue sheet and tried with water. There were leakages everywhere. We didn't sit back and disappoint our spirit. We sealed every leakage with M Seal and somehow after multiple efforts we succeeded in minimizing the leakage. We even got an air bubble producer from an aquarium shop and connected the system to a low voltage motor; which gave waves and somehow made the replica of a real ocean. It was good; at least the best thing that class eight student's could do. The next milestone was a boat. We needed a boat that could manage its way straight and steady across the waves. We needed a boat made out of steel base so that it could easily get attracted by the magnetic effect of the magnet that we placed in the base of the pothole. We thought of generating the boat with a battery system but that would be too risky cause the force of the battery may impart greater strength on the boat and the boat may neglect the effect of magnetism and hence the motive of the project may get demolished. So we decided to put the boat without any external source of force and left its motion on the impart of waves. We tried a lot of times. Our boat was steering as we planned. It would be on the waves for a while and later sink with the magnetic effect.

On the day of project, the parent's came in and our project worked as we planned. I explained the working and Rakesh delivered demonstrations to the parent's. The judge came by evening. The judge was impressed by the title and he wanted to see the demonstration.  Rakesh placed the boat and this time the boat didn't steer itself towards the magnet. It indeed stayed motionless. It was the first time it behaved this way. Rakesh was clueless what to do. I immediately gave a small strike to the boat with my index finger with the hope that the judge won't see that. I got caught; he saw me. He laughed his heart out. We were obvious not to get any prize. Even our teacher's who stood behind the judge laughed a lot. We were seriously embarrassed. The next thing we did was to lift the project in the school bus and bring it back home. We kicked it until it was shattered to pieces. Our Bermuda Triangle just got devastated.

Until I find you..

Walking past old country shadows,

dead grassland's and meadow's,

sky filled with black rainbow's,

and field's that turned battle field's.

where angry souls fought their foes,

burnt them and their homes,

wetland's turned dry and dreary,

nature no longer seduces it's beauty,

brother's now divided by strange boundary,

confined to narrow mind's of inhumanity,

every land now outbursts its misery,

into this land of pain and sorrow,

will take birth our children of tomorrow,

ignoring the introspections of my tired mind,

I become bold and walk determined,

Walk and walk, past the blue,

Walk until I find you..

Silver Metro..

Location - 3rd Floor, Total Mall, Madiwala (Near Madiwala Police Station)

Ambiance - Good (4/5)

Service - Good (4/5)

Food - Average (3/5)

Price - Rs 375+taxes

Well the first look of the place would itself attract you towards it. The ambiance being totally different from any other buffet of the city. Seating arrangement's are available both on a dining hall and the metro deck. The welcome of the staff is quite warm.

I obviously chose my seat on the metro deck, which then reminded me of the Delhi Metro, which I travelled years back.

The Starter's Bhel Puri, Papri Chat, Veg Dim sum and  Chicken Dim sum. The starter's aren't going to disappoint you. There was a veg Soup and a Mutton Soup also.

The main course had Chicken Kabab, Egg Fried Rice, Gosh Biryani, Chicken Curry, Egg Curry, Paneer, Veg Fried Rice, Lady's finger masala, Chowmein and Papad. 

The dessert was awesome. Chocolate, Vanilla and Strawberry Ice Cream; Gajar Ka Halwa, Cake, Gulab Jamun. Sweet's and Ice Cream are always a blessing for me. 

One different thing about the entire place was that the soft drink's there was also on the list of buffet. While it was my turn it did end soon; I guess that's not a part of their regular job.

Money Value cannot be expected; although one could pay visit to enjoy the ambiance.



 All the pictures were taken by Sidhartha Borkakati, my roommate.

Passing Class Eight..

Rakesh & me were always on the same boat as kids. We studied together, lived nearby, played together and also flunked together. It was the half yearly exams that went too bad and our results was scheduled on the day next to Diwali. We almost saw our marks card with a red mark in every nightmare and our peace turned into havoc. We could not even dream of celebrating Diwali as we knew that the next morning our Garden of Eden would turn into a haunted house for us. We watched the day turn dusk and dusk turn dark and then every lane and every door covered with the brightest color of light and to the opposite, our faces covered with the mask of dullness. We saw our friends bursting cracker's and became even sadder. Our football field was dark, same as our face. We searched a lot, yet didn't find anyone to sit beside and comfort us in hour of pain. We decided to sit beside our football field and watch everyone celebrate. We did regret a lot, and realized nothing could be changed at that hour. We wished if somehow our answer paper's got misplaced or our teacher showed some mercy on your sweet young faces. We never felt lonelier than that moment. We even counted stars in the sky; our count went till 16-17 and then again we became busy filling the voids of our loneliness. We talked about studies and swore to no mischief's and decided to study seriously. We separated and reached home; slept early. We woke up and prayed every God we knew. We reached school and saw our result's. Luckily it was not that worse as we thought it would have been. Still we were screwed. Somehow I managed with my usual policy of 'Self Signing the Report Card with Dad's sign' and escaped the scolding scenario. Within a day or two we forgot our promises and then we were back. Me, rakesh, friend's and our football field; together we smiled in the evening's with the smiling Sun. Luckily we didn't flunk the final's yet never passed with good mark's.

Placement Day..

Last Tuesday was our placement day. Me and Mayank along with a few friend's didn't satisfy the requirement criteria for the company. The entire day I saw most of my friend's in formals and they appeared so matured. They looked completely changed within a day. Everyone of them had a face of hope. They watched us as we stared towards them. While they marched ahead to the placement center with a ray of hope; me & Mayank stood motionless with our sad little face. While everyone walked for a job, different ideas started walking in our head. Several business ideas suddenly started popping in our heads. I knew that someday I had to see this day in near future but Mayank never had this day in his worst nightmare. Even Roshan was not there to be with us; which further added to our disappointment. We attended an hour of lecture; and our Lecturer's words seemed to sympathize us; which added more to our bucket of disappointment. Mayank and me decided to bunk the rest of the day. The next question was What to do for the rest of the day?? Several ideas like Chicken Party, Bowling for Soup came to our mind. We declined and decided to go for Grand Masti. After a relinquishing breakfast we headed for the theater. The movie somehow made us happy for an hour or two. We separated and reached our rooms. Mayank looked depressed as he left on his Enfield. After I reached home, I had numerous questions for myself. I was confused whether someday I will have a job or not. Just then someone from inside spoke to me that after graduation life shall be a mountain for me. I will have to climb a great altitude to stand tall. I realized fear deep within. Just then I remembered I love Mountains..!!

In search of Laden..

Flashback to those days of my golden childhood when treat meant a bubblegum, fun meant football, happiness meant friend's and sadness meant getting hurt on our knees. We were three great buddies then - Rakesh, Tauseef and me. We were classmates too. Those days we had less pocket money and our desire for junk foods was endless. It was all of sudden in every news channel those days, where Osama Bin Laden's photo was shown and a heavy amount of reward for the person was announced who would declare any links associated with him. An idea popped in Rakesh's head. He said his idea would end our crisis and we could eat every food that we wanted. He said us that if some how we searched for Laden and found him somewhere we could get a huge amount of cash. We supported his thoughts. He further added that might be he is hiding somewhere in our locality. It was obviously stupid thought, but as young detectives we supported him. He made the plan and asked both of us not to disclose it to any one. We swore it would remain a secret. We searched daily in the evenings and in the noon on Sunday's. We never got tired for three week's. We searched every lane in our locality, we even jumped in the shallow drains. We got tired within a few days and left our search. We sat disappointed in our football field and watched other mates eat freely and wondered in our young heads where Laden might be. Our dreams for that cash just got shattered within a while. At the end, we prayed Almighty that where ever Laden might be, may he get killed early and may the entire world again breath some air of peace.

Dead Girl's Gift..

As I drift deep in my dreams,

reality fades and as now it seems,

tearing the fog a soul walks steadily,

slowly as that dead girl walks to me..

Introspecting the world of misery,

walking past desert's so dreary,

Searched lot for peace, never found it,

now that dead soul gift's t to me..

As her finger's palpate my face,

on her thigh's she keep's my head,

her wandering soul gift's to me,

freedom from life and it's misery..

Till the pyre..

13th January 2012, a black Friday. The entire day I spent sitting near my grandfather. The right side of his body was paralyzed and he was lying in the bed, inhaling the last breaths of his life.  It was very painful to see him in that position. He spoke some broken words, I could barely understand. Everyone of the family getting disappointed with every passing moment. I saw my mother, I never saw her cry like this before. By evening I decided to leave. While I was leaving away I saw my grandfather's face. I called him once. He did respond in broken words. There was a silent call from inside me which spoke like this was the last time I am seeing him alive and it seemed like he was not going to see the next sunrise again. Regardless of all these I left, mom joined me too. It was just two hours since I left when I got a call. My grandfather was no more. It seemed like the pictures of my childhood were fading away and everything became void in a blow. I rushed to Kamakhya with mom. My mom was quiet. Perhaps she was too recalling her days of childhood when her father was her hero, and today he left us all alone. When I reached my uncles place I saw many people standing. I made my way through the crowd. He was there, wrapped in a white cloth and he was sleeping in the deepest silence of life. I could not imagine I would someday see him in a such a gesture. When a few men started to lend their shoulder to him, I rushed to pick him up. As he was there on four shoulder's I realized tears broke my heart and shattered it. He was always a hero. As a child I remember he used to carry me on his shoulder's and he was always an energetic man. Even years after his retirement he did 20 push-ups very easily. It was not easy to carry a dead man in the ups and downs and narrow curves of the hills; and I realized this when several times I was asked to leave and somebody else would hold him in his ultimate ride. Every time I was asked I declined. I was always close to him; and so I wanted to remain close until the last moment. When we reached the cremation spot he was placed carefully on the pyre. I held him by his chest, I just wish if I could feel his heart beat for a while. I saw him for the last time. I prayed for the entire time. Hindu culture began and the last rites were over. I stayed there for the entire time. I saw him burn away. I saw his bones in those ashes. Human life is too delicate and too fragile; I realized. I left as everyone left. My black Friday took someone special away from me.

Do you feel the rain,

and the downpours of pain,

as its wet again and again,

as I cry on your name..

I sit and ask so early why?

Alone in dark, I watch the sky,

in another world that's too far,

there where shines one bright star,

I feel it smile as I gaze to it,

just the way you smiled back at me,

every time I think, I weep at this,

May your soul rest in peace..

P. S- The picture is not the original picture of my grandfather. I took it from Google Images. The picture is taken only with the intention to deliver the reader's a pictorial view of Hindu cremation.

Param Vir - Our heroes in battle

Cannon to the right of them,

Cannon to the left of them,

Cannon in front of them,

volleyed and thundered,

Stormed at with shot and shell,

Boldly they rode and well,

Into the jaws of death,

Into the mouth of hell.

- Alfred Lord  Tennyson

War is probably the least expected thing on this planet, which is an extension of politics of a nation and ultimately falls to the lot of the soldier to face combat on the ground. Major General Ian Cardozo has but his best effort in the book 'Param Vir - Our heroes in battle'.  Param Vir Chakra is the nation's highest decoration for gallantry. This book honor's every brave Indian men who showed their patriotism even in the darkest hour of the night. Their extraordinary bravery in the battle field is well explained in every page of the book. Sir Cardozo has stressed his words on these Indian soldier and their degree of commitment to the Indian Army, and the nation they have served. Every paragraph of the book highlights the fact that few men have never thought about their life, rather they thought all was about his motherland and her dignity. Sir Cardozo's word's are a strong arrow on our hearts to build patriotism in our soul. He has also well described. The introduction by Sir Cardozo's written poem 'The Unknown Soldier' pays tribute to every soldier, and his desire for duty. 

The first Chapter is on the War in Jammu & Kashmir in 1947-1948. Major Somnath Sharma's bravey has been very well highlighted and if we read we can feel how brave he acted even when the enemy had shattered every Indian base and he stood till the end. The sacrifices of the other recipients of Param Vir Chakra and their citation have been beautifully presented for our read.  The other recipients of the PVC are -

Company Havildar Major Piru Singh, 6th Rajputana Rifles

Lance Naik Karam Singh, MM 1 Sikh

Major Somnath Sharma

Naik Jadunath Singh, 1 Rajput

Second Lieutenant Rama Raghoba Rane, Bombay Engineer's  

The last word's of Major Sharma, "The enemy are only 50 yards from us. We are heavily outnumbered. We are under devastating fire. I shall not withdraw an inch but will fight to the last man and the last round." 

The second chapter is of the war in the east, The Sino-Indian War. 1962 was the time when Indian politicians failed to recognize the duplicity of Chinese Diplomacy. Subedar Joginder Singh's bravery when the advancing Chinese Troop had to face disappointment because he and his few men charged them with heavy firing. Major Dhan Singh Thapa of 1/8 Gorkha Rifles who showed his cool courage and conspicious fighting qualities and leadership fighting against the army. Even after been captured as a prisoner by the Chinese Army, he never spoke against his motherland and his Government. Major Shaitan Singh of the 13 Kumaon who had shown his supreme courage and was found dead after he succumbed to his injuries. 

The third Chapter is of the Indo-Pakistan war of 1965. This war had two brave men who were awarded with the PVC - Company Quartermaster Havildar Abdul Hamid of the 4 Grenadiers and Lietanant Colonel A. B. Tarapore. Company Quartermaster Havildar Abdul Hamid, who can be termed as the terminator of tanks.

The Third chapter is on the Indo-Pakistan war of 1971 which ultimately resulted in birth of Bangladesh. This war had a number of PVC recipients-

Lance Naik Albert Ekka, 14 Guards

Major Hoshiar Singh, 3 Grenadiers

Second Lieutenant Arun Khetrapal, Poona Horse

Second Lieutenant Arun Khetrapal, Poona Horse belonged to a family of long tradition of military service. He has shown the qualities of leadership and excellent warfare even at his training days. It is a must read.

Captain Vikram Batra

The Fourth chapter is on the The Kargil war of May-June 1999 where there are four PVC-

Captain Vikram Batra, 13 Jammu and Kashmir Rifles

Lieutenant Manoj Kumar Pandey, 1/11 Gorkha Rifles

Grenedier Yogender Singh Yadav, 18 Grenadiers

Rifleman Sanjay Kumar, 13 Jammu and Kashmir Rifles

This was the first time when two men of the same regiment received the PVC for the first time. This war had many crucial points like Khalubar, Rocky Naub, Pimple Complex and Tiger Hills. Thanks to all these men in Uniform who has saved our country's dignity and earned her respect.

This 220 paged booked is a real patriot's words that beautifully speak and salute of all Great men who have stood straight while keeping intact the country's independence. Every Indian must read this book. This book is available in all leading book store of all cities and towns and available in Flipkart as well.

JAI HIND.

Salute to those Gentlemen who have given the ultimate sacrifice for our motherland.

 The images have been taken from Google.