Shweta to Shuvi...

Haah... after long long time m here... back to the pavilion. Just a few months have passed.. but seems like it has been a few decades... with these decades how SG transformed into SB.. pata hi nahi chalaa. 'SB' - bole to Shuvi Bansal. M@@ !! Maa has blessed her with a new role to play in this world. The role of a person, who no longer dreams alone... who no longer has to fight the quagmire of chosing a path for herself... who no longer has to worry about the kinda guy she'll be tied to.. who no longer has to think that she is now a burden on her parents.. a person who is now united with her shadow.. who now lives for her soulmate...who is now morally very strong because she knows that he is with her and more than that, she knows that she is for him, always.. a person, who now feels like she had never felt before i.e. Complete !!

"She dreamt of him day n night
Finding whom was a great fight..

They made her meet quite a few,
But in any of them, she found nothing new.

Searching her prince was not a fun,
"Who would he be?" - It was a pun.

Untill mom asked to meet someone,
to find if, he was 'The One' .

She went along, with no hope
feeling like, being tied to a rope.

But as they met, she heard a song,
In him she found nothing wrong.

He had the magic to hold her breadth,
Which made her his, till her death...

...and even after that, promised her soul.
His happiness was now, her ultimate goal.

She got the right match, with no issue,
That magical guy was none other than Hishu.

And then onwards, with blink of an eye,
it was time, for 'her' to die...

...only to be born again as 'WE',
And this is how, Shweta turned to 'Shuvi' !!"

Kehet Shwets suno bhai sab...

• Life, my fav. subject :), seems to take a turn now... donno if its the climax or just a beginning, or may be a blend of both.

• Time - The mysterious factor - is ample... but still too less. The more you value this invaluable factor (time) the more it bothers you 'coz the lesser it seems. You just ignore it and u'll find ample of it at the doorstep.

• Dare to dream and follow the most wiered dream.. its gonna be the greatest adventure of your life. Don't just admire others, get admired too. Are they more fortunate or its you who is not trying?

• No Goals --> No pillars to hold in life's journey..and lol here you tumble down.

• Thoughts and actions should move in coordination with each other. One without the other is incomplete.

• Be clear of exactly what u r expecting out of it.

• People call you Mad ?? Then u are going right. Keep going...

• Hey..... Money matters :) !!

• You are the luckiest person in this world.

Look at them who r not fortunate enough like you to be in touch of this whole world within a jiffy... for u, everything is just a mouse click away. Look at them who r not sure to get even the next meal...not sure if they'll be able to feed their family tmr..who work day n night to get a sum of mere 2000 Rs. , an amount that you spent recklessly to buy a pair of shoes, at the end of 30 long days. Indeed !! U r blessed. Don't blame anyone...Utilize fully the assets the you've got. If possible, do something for anyone in this world...you'll feel grt. Believe me.

• Planning to commit suicide?? Comeon... how can u be so immature, or rather foolish ? Things will get even worse after you do that. Leave apart the ocean of tears and sorrow that you'll leave behind for those who love you, you'll be deprived of this beautiful body too. Think how will you feel wandering helplessly like a homeless/bodyless chap? Atleast now u can try to make things better....Don't forget, you are really lucky to be in this world and to enjoy life. Tough times have their own beauty.. explore it and enjoy!!

• You know what...u have within yourself this whole world. Try to discover it. Just shun the lazy, listless fellow and wake up. Life is so beautiful !

• Value yourself!

• At times life just haults for few days, weeks or even months...its actually waiting for you to give it a new look..a new direction ..and a new meaning. But that's definitely not THE END....

Extended Weak..End...

"Gullu, What's the time?"

"Its 07:45AM... too early for you to get up", utterred my lovable roomy.

Titilated by the thought of dreaming bit more, i smiled with the eyes closed, covered myself quickly again with the sheet, turned my side and slipped back to the world, which had paused itself may be just for me, and continued with the sweet dream.
45 minutes later i felt an impetus... as if someone's flipping on my head. It was none other than my all time companion - my Cellphone- vibrating in full swings, trying its best to wake me up, just to obey the command that i fed into it last night. I snoozed it and slept.. only to be bothered after 5 more minutes and to snooze it again. This continued till 10:00, when i finally realised that there is something which is prohibiting me from getting up and gearing for the day - My Health !! Oh! I was just another prey of the pervasive virus...the virus of trinity...Cold, cough and fever.

Howsoever strong my immunity be, it fails exactly twice a year... during transition from one extreme to another... 'extreme'.. because Delhi is known for both - Hot winters and Cool summers. Yeah..i mean exactly the same...HOT Winters...and COOL summers !! How?? Have a look at the dazzling crowd and answer will be with u the very moment.

I, being the victim of virus, woke up all chocked. Bodyache, cough, heavy eyes, low energy state and high temperature... It was then my utmost responsibility to inform both my Boss and the Trainee (who's gonna replace me soon) that i won't be able to witness them today at 'TCS Towers'. The later sounded quite relieved and emaciated on hearing the news. Afterall, he had then one more day to enjoy his life before stepping into the world of professionalism.

There is just no single day that can replace the weekend. Our wait for weekend starts from the very first day... but today, though the very first day was an off, was a hell.... Damn !! How difficult is it to stay at hostel, haunted by lonely rooms and empty beds. There was no one to talk except 'Jharna' - our cook. But one can better listen to one's laptop than tolerating her. I tried to sleep, but couldn't. The deamons of pain, restlessness, queasiness, loneliness and finally Jharna, had conspired together impeccably to torment my soul. I was lying on my bed, turning sides and trying to overcome the unbearable pain. I had the cure..but not the courage and energy to move downstairs for a glass of water. "O' God...Please, anyhow...gimme some water to propitiate the excruciating deamons.." I pleaded... but in vain.

I am finally convinced that there is no one called 'GOD'... It is just one's will power that is portrayed as the omnipotent God. Had HE been there, he would definitely have appeared to help those who are genuinely in need. But since HE does not exist tangibly... they have coined the maxim 'God helps those who help themselves'. You know why? Because God is none other than our inner self. So you'll find a way only if you will try hard over it ('help yourself' as they say). I have been waiting for someone called 'GOD' throughout my life only to reach the conclusion that HE lies within us. Just believe in yourself and leave no stone unturned, you'll have anything you desire. Believe me !

At last, with much efforts, i helped myself and got a glass of water to gulp the bitter cure - the tablet. I expected it to act as soon as its inside me... but no appeasement.. i was still at the worst of it. A few minutes later, i had to run downstairs towards the washroom. Afterall its my duty to help 'Chandna' (our 'bi') in keeping the hostel clean and not puking where ever i feel like.
The door was latched from inside...

"Who's there?"

"Its me."

"Damn!" ...Who 'me'..?? i thought.. but had no time to wait..

Rushed to the next room upsatirs and here it heaves.... UAACH !

"Maa..Help me..Plz someone gimme a hand..i need u so badly..whosoever u r..."

No one to listen... me crying alone in pain... But as the rule says, 'help urself' so did i there too.

Few minutes later, i was a bit relieved...sat down on stairs and called up mom...
By then, it was time for all to come back home....Neena didi advised me to take steam... tablet also was in full effect till that time and i was completely at ease.

It was then a time to practise some online drills followed by dinner.....Ummm.....manchurian, bhindi and kadhi.... Yummy..!!

Allz fine now...

I am enjoying narrating the experience to you and waiting for my weak to start...just to wait for the weekend again :))

Yes I am an Engineer !!

College days are a real fun... lemme douse you into those golden days through the following composition: My feelings when i was in the penultimate year of graduation...


Yes i am an engineer...
persuing degree over here,

Studying in the nature's lap
A distinct place in global map.

Life here is full of fun..
Tensions vensions there are none.
Books and lectures are a part..
They say learn it by heart.

Think it not to be a crime,
when i spend my lovely time..
Hanging out with my peer,
in the dhabas which are near.

Yes i am an engineer..
persuing degree over here !

When falls the festive season,
the joy floods in with no reason.
Techno fests add a gear..
quizzez and contests i have to bear.

But the truth is my dear,
hidden somewhere is a fear..
My feelings, they are pure, ..
My future is not secure.

So along with this masti-vasti,
never let the books get rusty.
They are your true peer,
you'll realise when not be here.

Yes i am an engineer,
Persuing degree over here....

Friday Revelation

Friday evenings are considered to be the frivolous of all...

"Those long hectic days, brimming with work,
We're busy finding ways, to get more perk.

With each passing day, more n more we grieve,
But faces bloom again, when comes Friday Eve!"

With 'sold out' tags on PNR ticket counters... chock-a-block parkings... jam-packed roads... stretched queues in McDonald's and its counterparts... and natty babes and dudes finding their ways to tap the floor on tunes of twirling rays...

Friday evening brings with it the spirit of living life to its fullest...the spirit of ecstasy!

While most of 'em find joy in being a part of the rocking modish crowd, some experience bliss in accomodating themselves under the sky on some stair steps, lawns, or solid railings outside any happening precinct and witnessing the zephyr. Perhaps they are the ones who couldn't make it for the advance booking, hence were retaliated by cine'toriums, and now encashing upto max the asset they are left with - NATURE.

Out of such euphorial friday eves there are a 'few' which are registered indelibly in our memory banks. Yesterday was one of such kinds.

Me and my friend were resting beneath the sky, opposite a crammed McDonald's 'eatlet' , and enjoying the sophisticated 'eye-tonic' accompanied with cool puffs of air (our own version of McPuff :) .

Balmy breeze.. then.. bought with it some specks of 'confession'.

Apart from the onerous workload (which vanishes on this eve), there are other petty issues which keep on knocking our serenity 24 X 7. The incubus of such events in our life give rise to stress and there arouse a need of something which could unleash us from these stressful waves. And that 'something' is : confession.

Damn!! How difficult it is to confess ! It takes the hell out of you when you try it. One can better climb Mt.Everest or bear Himesh.. than to profess. But once u've crossed that giant, you r in heaven..
...And finally, he did it!! He "confessed".
He confessed all that he conspired against me.... all things which were intentional... unintentional... all that he could not admit before them with whom he shares a bond... all that he wanted to decant... he confessed before me everything that was eating him up day after day... and as he continued with it i felt as if i was portraying "The father of metropol church". He asked 'the father' to pardon him if possible....

He poured off all... and as he did i found the spark back on his face. The spark of comfort which was irrespective of the fact whether he'll be pardoned or not...the spark of ease. How bouyant was he feeling... and so was i. Perhaps the field of his stress was affecting mine too... which i realised after i got relieved of it.

Still not sure of the father to exculpate him..but first time in my life had i encountered a confession which made that Friday eve even more lighter and even more delighter....

O Really...??

Try answering below questions and help yourself in determining the direction of your journey and the efforts you need to put in to make a mark...

WHAT...

...I was ?
...I wish to be ?
...I 'think' i am ?
...I 'actually' am ?

I was...

Retrospecting oneself helps to draw comparisons with the personality which one reflected in past..it gives us an insight on where have we dipped and where soared...on one hand we can decide on what all need to be squared with our past-self , on the other, be prideful over the areas where we have abruptly improved upon.

I wish to be...

Setting up an image in our mind helps us to put in more. Envisioning the personality which we've modelled for ourselves sheds light on the path that we need to traverse.

I 'think' i am...

A seemingly obverse side of the coin ! But its actually not..

We, at times, commit a mistake in drawing a perception of what actually we are. Lem'me explain this to you by re-traversing the path from childhood to youth...

Ria was an alrounder personality since her childhood. She was an epitome of splendour, beauty, academic excellence , sports, jingles, oratorship, creativity, and what not... She grew up...finished her schooling and entered college life..there, she considered herself the same old Ria, full of zeal and ardor. She did not particitate much in events, hiding herself behind the sophism that she has got more important things to do...neither did she studied much nor excelled in other fields..but continued to consider herself the best orator..the best athlete..the best student(that if she would study, she'd be the best...)..and best in everything..provided she do them. She kept herself away from conducing in the events behind the illusion that she needs to contribute to some more important acpect of live...and that if she would have, she would be the best !

Time passed and slowly she started missing that scintillate... and somehow, she finally realised that the cause of her lost tranquility is that she is actually not what she considered herself to be. She is not at all what she was anticipating her own self ... now she knows what she actually IS..a very different being from what she thought of...a very different being from the one she WAS....

Therefore, it's very important to know what you think deep inside about your present-self.

I 'actually' am...

Quite perspicuous from above ... knowing what we really are at present is the ultimate step...

Once coagitated over the above...you are just left with moving forth and attaining.... :)

LIFE...Lies within you..

Life is a drama, we all play the role..
and move on n on, till we reach the goal.

When we reach one target, we set another..
and it continues, like a ladder.

While climbing each step, one by one..
will we reach the sky ? That's a real pun.

But it never happens that we make it through..

'Coz the goals are high but steps are few.

In this drama of life, when tired of our role..
We tell the director, "O'Lord, change our soul."

"I am tired of climbing such short steps..
..plz take me along in ur special cabs."

Then he took me along and shortened my journey..
which seemed so long, as if moving on my knee.

When i reached (the world in sky), i was shocked to see..
If u were there, u'd also be.

There was neither any heaven, nor the hell..
What i found, was a deep well.

HE told me to jump over there..
and as i did, i found myself here.

On this earth again with a different soul..
and again it was time for me to set another goal.

And then i realised, that you'll never make it through..
'coz what you are searching for, lies within you !!