Gonna Shine Some Day

Unfair Distribution

2011-07-01T04:36:00.000-07:00

I am sitting here in the cafeteria of the office,
Its cool here, and I have bottle of Cold Drink in my hand.
Life at peace ... !!!

Looking outside the window I see, the beautiful scene, lake, hills, trees and some tens of high buildings and shopping mall.
There is hot sun pondering heat outside, but we are comfortable in AC buildings.
Everybody seems happy from this place ..... !!

Below that construction is going on,
Women are moving bricks, cement and sand, Men breaking the stones.
I can see their bodies shining due to sweating
There must be some one sick or week enough to do that work.
Thought which comes to mind is,
Is this the society, is this the system.
I am feeling more healthy than them, stronger than them,
Instead of those women and those lean workers, this work should be given to me.
Place at which I am sitting, should be given to them.
I feel myself more fit for that job
Do I really NEED and DESERVE that, what society is giving me.

The supervisor or someone other comes and orders them to do it quickly.
For whom they are doing this much effort, not for themselves.
Some rich industrialist will come and buy that, He will employ some of them as security guards or peons there, again to scold them.
And we, sitting in the beautiful building with all the facilities, doing a little work whole day,
for whom?
for some industrialist who will make money out of it, again invest, employ some of us and again the cycle will repeat.

In the mall we visit often, there are several restaurants,

We prefer MacD burgers because they are comparative cheap.
How much? 53 Rs
Our cheapest choice of having a taste is the daily salary of someone, and this is cheapest.

Security guards and sweepers of mall work whole day to serve us
they serve whom, the people who will again put them in the same position of serving.
It is the hardwork of these people which allows this so called mall development, and what they are given back nothing, they are making something which will add to their misery.
Their hardwork is of no use, they cant even buy one burger for their kids.

Coming back to the hostel in an auto-rickshaw, often i see some old person going on bicycle, or some women with 2 kids walking, or some workers sweating after whole day's work walking because they do not have enough for getting some vehicle.
I am feeling good, done nothing whole day, I am fit and I am using this vehicle.
I am more fit for walking.
who NEEDS this more, me or them?
who DESERVES this more?

should I offer this auto-rickshaw ride to them, and start walking.
No, others sitting in this auto, will make fun of me, and will protest. so lets continue with what is going on.
But still the thought is how unfair is the distribution.

Dreams of Dreams

2011-06-19T23:58:00.000-07:00

Dreams
the Everlasting dreams
dreams of joys
dreams of funs
dreams of toys
dreams of guns
dreams of dreams
the dreamiest dreams

you love in dreams
you fight in dreams
you dance in dreams
you fly in dreams
you live in dreams
you die in dreams
the everlasting dreams
dreamiest dreams

Is that you who dreams
or someone is dreaming you
or god cherishes his dreams
puppets are just me and you
I woke up in my dreams
my spirit still dreaming inside you
dreams my dreams
the everlasting dreams
the dreamiest dreams

It will rain if you put the fan on 5

2011-06-04T10:01:00.000-07:00

It is strange that never knew how we were in our childhood or what we have done at that time

the age of innocence,
the age in which we had our own little world,
with a belief that we could do anything
with our strangest attempts and funniest deeds

I feel myself lucky that I still remember a lot of that time.

I was in K.G. or 1st class that time (I remember this because we shifted home, when I came to 2nd standard )
It was the month of April or May.

At that time my mom always put the fan on 3 or 4 (numbers on regulator)
And when I found it hot, I always used to ask mom to put in on number 5.
But mom (lost against my insisting) said "It will rain if you put the fan on 5"
And I used to give up after this argument.

One day I came from School (they leave kids at 11am)
The room was on first floor.

Then mom went to my neighbour's house for something.
I was feeling hot and I thought i should give it a try, let us see if rain comes or not.

I came near the door and dragged the chair, when I was climbing on that, I saw outside.
There were washed cloths on clotheslines.
As that was summer season, they were almost dried now.

I thought if it rained , then these cloths would be wet again, wasting all the efforts of my mom to wash them.
I dragged the chair outside below the clothesline and removeed the first cloth, then went inside and put that on bed, came outside, dragged the chair, removed 2nd cloth, went inside, came back again, dragged chair ......
... and after some effort I removed all the clothes.

I dragged the chair back to the room, below the switchboard.
I climbed up, rotated the regulator and
and
and
To my utter surprise I saw darkness outside
yeah
sun was gone and clouds were there.

Now I was frightened, If mom came to know about this she would scold me. !!

I rotated it back to 4, then dragged the chair outside, below the clothesline, went inside, brought one cloth,
put that on the line, (it was very tedious as i wanted it to look the same as earlier)
i went inside, brought another cloth, dragged chair further and put it on..
................
..................
.......................
after sometime, all clothes were on the line.
then I thought they are not in the same order,
I tried to put them in position,
and while doing so I realized ... sun had appeared again from quite sometime now.

Now I was relaxed.
I went inside, climbed on the bed and I was happy with number 4 now.

:) :) :) :)
This incident has just occured to me , I never told this to anybody, It was just in my faint memories.
Although now I am publicly sharing this ... before I forget this !!

HSS Dance .. by Sonal Nimbkar Madam

2011-05-28T22:43:00.000-07:00

If you ask anyone, which course you liked most in college life .. especially from students of IIIT Hyderabad, they all will look at you like you have asked which one you like most osama, saddam or Kasaab.
Few of them will say C programming, data structures etc which they learn in first year, the age of innocence and sincerity.

But I'll say Dance, yeah the course under Humanities skill set courses label.
Taken by Sonal Nimbkar madam In first sem.

What she taught us was ‘what’ is dance, not 'how' to dance.

In the first class she just said everyone to walk with their eyes closed first normally
And then walk in a different manner, different style.
I usually try to walk with eyes closed many a times so this was not a problem, I tried but after 7-8 steps, i felt like i was walking like a blind man.
She asked "Aman, you are not taking it seriously", I said no mam "I am serious."
Then i explained that i do this many a times so it was like this.

In next class she made us play dumb-charades on animal names instead of movie names. We had to act like them and producing their sound was allowed.
I got "bat" to act upon. I tried by doing acting and showing black colour, it was easy so everyone guessed.
But when i came back, Akshay mani told me that you could do this by showing cricket bat.
Oh ya!! i though, I was lost in that game, that i forgot about winning it that way.

In next class she gave a stick, ask all of us to sit in a circle, everyone has to come in the middle and do something different with that:
someone used that like cricket bat, someone used it like pen, badminton racket, hammer, flute, straw, screw-driver, meter rod, key board, broom, water bottle and many other different things.
We just came to know that there is enormous creativity inside everyone.

In next class same thing was done using a piece of cloth.

In one class she asked what you saw in dream last night, just tell us all, without using your tongue.
Everyone was showing something, the scene was divine.
It was so beautiful that i could see what the person in front of me dreamed last night, and surprisingly everyone was doing this very enthusiastically and skillfully.

After every class students asked mam when will you teach us dance, she always replied this was dance.

Best thing was that I didn't know there will be grading in the course.
Until 14th of January, when the results were declared.

I got A grade :)

NOW
the learning part

I enjoyed the course no doubt but why i was able to enjoy the course, I got the answer in 3rd year, when i took "Education and Self" course.

Whatever we did she said this is dance. We all were happy, because that dance was ours, it came from with in.

We came to know about meaning of dance through that course
Had she taught us the history of dance or bio-psychology or the well defined steps of dance, she wound be teaching us the ‘why’ and ‘how’ part, which we may not have enjoyed that much.Knowing the ‘what’ part itself gives a delight to study it further.

Everybody though it is just a pass or fail course. While some of them enjoyed the course, others didn’t even show interest in it. But the thing was that every class we attended was full of fun, because there was no worry of grades, and cramming up things before the class. Every class we attended with a fresh mind full of creative ideas. This just shows how the modern education system has put this component out of the the learning. It was totally unbiased learning. :)

What is Life

2010-11-24T06:27:00.000-08:00

Life

A sphere with two poles

poles of birth and death

A span of goals

a trajectory follows

Life

A drama of someone's dreams

may be satan's may be god's

Have to play the rolls

of angels or daemons for their dolls

Life

A path to glory

A path with holes

Ontology of knowledge

Interaction with souls

Life

Spirit buried deep

deep inside joles

Heart pumps blood

only for boles

How I reached hyderabad after Diwali

2010-11-10T03:18:00.000-08:00

Diwali
festival time.........
I thought to go to home, booked ticket with Tatkal Scheme and reached Home sweet home :)

8/11/2010
I had ticket of Doranto Express
Departure time - 3:50pm from H. Nizamuddin railway station.

At 12:05 pm I took Intercity express from Rohtak and to my surprise it took just 1 hr 10 min to reach Old Delhi railway station.

Time - 1:15 pm
Place - Old Delhi railway station

I crossed 6 platforms to reach inquiry and it says next train to Nizamuddin/New Delhi is at 3:45 pm

Ohhh
two most important stations of Delhi and no connecting trains !!!!!!!!

Delhi Metro !!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yeah i thought, i smiled and went to Chandni chauk metro station.
Again hell
just two ticket counters were open out of ten, and a queue of 50 persons was there,
I have enough time, i thought and after a long long time i got the token.
It was 1:50 and i took metro to New Delhi railway station.

Time - 2:15 pm
Place - New Delhi Railway station

After walking some hundred meters and going through two security checks, i entered the railway station.
I inquired and finally saw an EMU train standing on platform number 3.
I rushed and when i was on the fly over, train started.

And i missed that. :(

Then i came to know that next train is at 3:30.
I thought not to waste time and reach Nizamuddin by road.

I came out of New delhi Raiway station and saw a brand new Green colored bus written H. Nizamuddin Railway station on it.

Someone told me there that it will take just half hour.
its ok with me.
I took the bus it was 2:40 then.

Now came the biggest surprize of my life.
After 5 minutes Driver announced

-"Bhai, kisi ko raasta maalum ho to aage aa jaye"
(If anyone know the path, come to me)

I was shocked
everybody was shocked
My ear drums came outside, they wiped their eyes and crying, they again settled into my ears.

Hell
Public Bus driver don't know the path!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now people started murmuring and what they said :
- Its all due to cwg
- No today obama is in Delhi na, tats why
- No actually today some routes are changed
- no actually some signboards are changed due to cwg
- This driver is drunk
........
.......

Then one old man went to the driver and bus again started but after 5 minutes, that man got out from the bus.

Now driver was helpless like us.
somehow somehow asking here and there, we reached Nizamuddin station.
It was 3:45.

I rushed in and found train is on 6th platform.
I ran upstairs and the train started.
till I reached platform 6, even the last bogie was not visible. :(
I missed my train. :( :( :(

I was sweating now. :(
it was 4:00 pm.

I ran towards station master's office and asked what to do now?

He suggested, go to New Delhi railway station and request TT of A.P. express.

A.P. Express !!!!!!!!!!!
yeah good option

I rushed outside again
and asked an autorickshaw, he said he will take 500rs,
I said 50
na 70
I said 50
ok 60
I said 50
ok done

we started journey and it was composed of all red lights,
yeah bad luck never comes alone.

somehow at 5:20 I was at New Delhi Railway station.
I asked station master, he said don't waste time, go to ATM, have some money and take the train,
Ok i said
and ran outside,
ATM site was free, and with in 2 minutes i was back with 1500 in ma pocket.

I went on flyover and
it was consecutive 3rd time,
I was up and train started.

I ran hard but still
I missed A.P. Express too. :(

Cursing my luck, and fully wet in sweat i went to station master again.
He advised to go to Nizamuddin station and try for next train
Dakshin Express.

oh shit, dakshin express
it is the last option in everybody's list.

This time i thought to stick to railways and waited for an EMU.
After 1 hr, i was in train and after 15 minutes further, I was at Nizamuddin station.

Now I was fully tired and almost shivering,
I put the heavy luggage on a seat and
my mind was saying, go back home, today is not the right day for you.

But i rested ma body for a while, dring one full bottle of water and ate all the food i took from home.
Although it took 45 minutes, but now i was in my body away from all thoughts.

Then i went to station master's room again and asked what to do now.
After 1 hr of requesting, he said if i'll give him 5000 bucks, he will arrange for some VIP seat in dakshin express.
I had neither that much money nor the will to spend them on journey if i had that!!!!!!!!!

I came outside and asked the reservation officer what to do?
After 2 hrs of requesting he took me inside reservation hall and discussed matter with other guys.
till then one person came with charts and all were lost in that.
after 2 minutes all said, sorry we cant do anything,
broken down, looking at earth i started walking,

suddenly i turned and asked, please check again can i get it till nagpur or bhopal.
All gave me looks and again lost in the charts.
then one person stood up, gave me a form to fill and asked for 500 rs.
I was givan a confirmed seat in sleeper coach till Nagpur.

I came outside and I was smiling.
It was 10:00pm
I seated on my berth and just slept.
Yes, I slept instantaneously.

I woke up next day at 11am, a nice sleep of 13 hours,
Then at Itarsi station i requested TT.
In 200 rs he agreed to extend my ticket till hyderabad.
And he said, I am just giving you ticket, not the berth,
so after nagpur, i have to leave this berth.

But after nagpur, a nice uncle-aunty came to that seat and they had just a single seat.
Huh
God sent 3 people to the seat made for one.
But the aunty arranged a seat for herself in next compartment.
and I was left with uncle only.

Uncle said their son is studying in Hyderabad and preparing for IIT-JEE.
here my college name helped me and uncle said, dont worry we will share the seat.

finally after that long night at 4am I reached secunderabad. :) :)

this journey was memorable due to co-passengers too, but that will take lot of space here, so skipped those parts of journey :)

I see god in you

2010-09-20T07:16:00.000-07:00

Theorem of love

Aman Bahl

Published on 20/09/2010 on shine-someday@blogspot.com

Problem statement:

Dialog of SRK in "rab ne bana di jodi" .....

""oye !!! dard !!!!!
Pyar to rab di meharbani hai ji, to pyar me kaisa dard, aur rahi baat pyar chahne ki, to pyar sirf pyar ke badle thode na kiya jata hai
ab dekho.....
mujhe aap me rab dikha to mujhe aapse pyar ho gaya.....
aap ko kisi aur me rab dikha aapko us se pyar ho gaya,....., its very simple ji""

Now,
How !!!!

Assumptions:

A famous saying "Only god will see your intentions, rest all will judge you by your presentations"

Theorem explanation:

This means all whom we love, are judging our intentions.
Whatever we do and whatever people will say about that, they will understand us.

loved = {parents} U {teachers(only those whom you love :P)} U {babies} U {oldies} U {friends} U {girl friends} U {boy friends}

NOTE : {girl-friends} and {Boy friends} are disjoint sets

All of them are god (as all say)
you love them all
because ""......................(lots of answer and lot of crap)..........................""

No
After this theorem
because they understand you.
You need not to worry what they think, you have synchronization with them.
They are god, magical eyed people who have sixth sense to feel our eyes, heart and words.

Some solved Examples:

1.) Take a baby and throw him/her in the air.
he/she still smiles because he/she understand your intentions.

2.) Abuse your friend, he still won't slap you, because he knows you.

Cautions:

1.) Don't slap your profs to check this theorem.

2.) Don't throw oldies in the air.

lemma:
I love you coz i see god in you.

Some unsolved questions
Then what is love in first sight?

References:
1.) Rab ne bana di jodi
2.) One sms forwarded to me by my friend

*written in BC way, but it has a deeper meaning*

Zindgi

2010-09-18T11:29:00.000-07:00

जिंदगी

थोड़ी सी बीमार है यह जिंदगी

घने कोहरे की दीवार है यह जिंदगी

और उसी दीवार के पार दिखता है एक हाथ,

एक हाथ जो खींचना चाहता है अपनी तरफ

दीवार के उस पर कोई दोस्त है या कोई शैतान

इस को समझने का नाम है जिंदगी

जिंदगी

कुछ लोग कहते हैं बर्बाद है ये जिंदगी

उनके लिए तकिये के काम आने वाली किताब है यह जिंदगी

और उसी किताब के पन्नों पर लिखी है वो पंक्तियाँ

वो पंक्तियाँ जो बताना चाहती है कुछ उन्हें

उन में क्या है भूत या आने वाला कल

इसी किताब को पढने का नाम है जिंदगी

जिंदगी

कुछ के लिए कभी न पूरी होने वाली फ़रियाद है जिंदगी

हर समय किसी अजनबी से मुलाकात है जिंदगी

उसी अजनबी के होठों पे है वो शब्द

वो शब्द जिन्हें सुनने की की थी फ़रियाद

या फिर गाली देना चाहते हैं वो हिलते होंठ

होठों को पढने की कला का नाम है जिंदगी

जिंदगी

हातिम का कुआँ, उड़ने वाली कालीन है जिंदगी

रांझे का प्यार, शेखचिल्ली का दिमाग है ये जिंदगी

चाचा चौधरी और चालक लोमड़ी की कहानी है जिंदगी

सोनपरी का जादू, मुंगेरीलाल के सपनो की दूकान है जिंदगी

कोहरे की दीवार, या अनखुली किताब नहीं

हर छोटी बात पे हसी की फुहार है जिंदगी

और जब गम में डूबा हो दिल

हंसी न आ पाए इन होठो पर

दिल के लिए माँ का दिया गया

हल्दी वाले दूध का गिलास है जिंदगी

Bloody tears or friendly tears

2010-08-30T12:11:00.000-07:00

Tears

Tears come and tears go,

left is just moisten cheeks

They roll down to bring support

otherwise were only keeks

Tear is a precious pearl

Not for child, for his carer

Tear is a Bomb which blasts

Not depressed but the abettor

Is tear drop a devil

Or a friend of mine

But it comes and goes

hasn't got time?

Is tear an eye witness

Or a mere spectator

Comes to see drama

Goes with wrap up

---------------------xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx-------------------------------

You were keeping everything

in your heart you miser

I just came to see the event

I am not an asperser

I told the world your feeling

happy or utterly gloomy

I offered more ways to love

kiss me, wipe me or blow me

When nobody noticed you

I jumped my dear

I sacrificed my life to bring

attention of your lover.

You call me devil

everywhere you mention

Devil is mine

presentation not intention.

Those school days - 11

2010-08-22T21:29:00.000-07:00

Some asked permission from teacher to go to water cooler or toilets.

some raised their 2 fingers towards teacher while asking
"Mam, may I go to drink water"
or
"Mam, may I go to toilets"

But mistakes made us mature.
When some confused student mixed them........... whole class went on laughter and teacher.......red eyed
..............
that mistakes really made all mature.

Teacher generally reply "yes"
But when all start going to teacher she got annoyed and said let first ones come.

And when next teacher arrived she asked monitor
where are others

till then seeing madam entering the class, all rushed in.

It was maths class.
Mam opened the book and started teaching.

she solved the solved examples of the book and asked us to do the unsolved one.

What the hell
She solved the solved thing.
But we are also bonds.
Check the answer from the last pages of the book.
Then started the question and solved that.

But she called some one to come to the board and solve that there.
now is the bigger problem.

Some short ones couldn't reach even middle of the board.
They just start writing and finally without finding the answer, filled all board with font size double of normal. :P
This was the best escape.

While taller ones always considered dumber, height was the problem :P

Except teacher who else is looking at the board.
none !!!

Most of us were got hungry till now.
So
below desks
Lunch-boxes opened and after seeing and smelling the fuel, some closed them and put them back.
While others took a small bite to taste by leaning behind the desk.

Anyways whole class got the aroma of what everybody got.
If someone got ladyfinger than whole row came to know what it is?

Mam : Who has opened his Lunch-box.
None replied.

Those who had something left in their mouth swallowed.

Those school days - 10

2010-08-22T00:43:00.000-07:00

Period change

In primary classes we had to sit i the classrooms while period change.

Monitors took the responsibility.
Generally monitors were 1 boy and 1 girl.
They keep on ordering us to keep silence,
But we didn't listen to them until they start noting our names.

If they give our names to teacher she will
------------- SLAPPPPP -------------- aah aah :P

In between one student picked the duster and cleaned the board except that part on which Homework was written.
Generally it was the duty of first bencher's to mark a line dividing the board into two portions.
On the smaller one they wrote H.W. means Homework.

Then Teacher asked the monitor, what was the homework.
Usually it was to read class work or to write some word meanings given at the end of every chapter.

Then Madam asked monitor to collect the notebooks from everyone.
And make them stand who didn't bought.

Then she will put all those notebooks on first bench.

Now
Time to look into the brains of students, had they layered it with their homework or not?

She threw a word and asked first bench student to tell its meaning.
Those who answered right were allowed to sit, those who not were not. !!

Some were smart enough,
they had settings with partners.
If boy didn't know the answer, girl will write it on something and put it on the desk and vice versa.

If some intelligent mind didn't know the answer, his/her face grows red and he/she will look earth with moist eyes.

While

If some other didn't answered, what he will do
Laugh at others.
Look here and there.
With nothing in mouth, move his jaws like chewing a center-fresh.

Now there was one more scheme
If u r standing and know the answer, You can raise your hand, tell the answer and ensure your seat.
Intelligent minds always had their eyes and ears concentrating on madam's lips.
While ask any other what madam asked ..............they didn't knew even this !!:P

Finally
either words got finished or her lips got tired.
She asked all to read the next chapter in the same position resting on bums or feet.
And herself started checking the notebooks.

Usually she just looked at the page for a second and if she caught some error, she encircled that.
And at the end put some remark like
Improve spelling
Improve handwriting
good
very good
excellent

All studious guys were always keen to find last three remarks on their notebook.
While all others just take the notebook and put it in the bag.

Bell rang
Madam asked monitors to pick remaining notebooks and follow her to the staffroom.

Those school days - 9

2010-08-20T11:47:00.000-07:00

We were copying the answers from the black board.

Although the board used now a days is rarely black in color, still it is called black board :P

We used Pencils those days
When Pens were made allowed to us.
We were asked to write question will black gel pen and Answer with blue gel pens.
ball pens were not allowed that time.

although some funky boys used green color for writing questions, Girls used pink, purple, magenta and so many other colors introduced by stic that time :D

When we need to edit something earlier we rub that with eraser nicely.
Some harsh students rub that so hard that sometimes page seemed like it was raped.

But while using pens
we overwrite the word again.
teacher asked us not to overwrite but cut and rewrite the word.
Okay
But one day teacher came to my desk and saw my notebook.
It was full of cutting.
She told me that there is a way this can be avoided.
I thought she is giving me some solution for better concentration while copying.
But
she just said do not cut the whole word completely
like this

But cut it slightly like this

What the hell !!!!!!!
She was just talking about appearance of my writing. (Cuttings could be not be seen from a distance now :P)

And that time
some students bought erasers which could erase the text written by pen.
But
they were just useless, they just remove the skin of paper.......!! :P

And like this all answers were completed and we were asked to memorize the answers for next class.

Bell rang
First period was over

Those school days - 8

2010-08-18T21:34:00.000-07:00

In between madam asked one student, which line of the book is being read,

No answer !!!

-------SLAPPP !!!!---------- get out from the class

Sometimes while moving among the rows in class,if teacher saw someone drawing or sketching...

She used to pick that notebook up and slammed it directly on the face of poor kid :(

If someone was caught eating some chewing-gum or candy in his/her mouth,

Madam : What's there in your mouth?

Student : Nothing

Madam : Open your mouth

She waited for a couple of seconds and then used to shout "spit it out".

Most of us tried to hide that.. below our tongue or between lower lip and teeth.

but some just opened their mouths and she was able to see full candy lying there.

Innocent ones were beaten, Smart ones were not.

If someone's tooth is about to leave its place,

That tooth is like a wild dog tied up with a silk thread.

We used to spend whole day just trying to get it out.. grab it with 2 fingers and moved it.

When teacher saw this she always made disgusting faces and scolded the poor guy.

When anyone used to get some scratches on his/her body.
he used to scratch it whole day.

After a chapter used to finish there was the turn of questions and answers session

She would read the question and ask some student to answer that.

Mostly there were only 5-6 students who were able to answer that question properly, others just repeated the question again and again in different styles like:

Question : Why did Michel left her home?

Answer : Michel left his home because, ......................... Michel left her home because,........... because, ...............because her home ............ her home .......... her home.........Michel left her home because .............

And this goes on and on and on until teacher started scolding and asked some other student to answer.

Mostly after 3,4 such students she was able to find some intelligent student who could finally break that infinite loop.

And after that she would herself give answer and write that on blackboard,

And we used to copy that down on our notebooks.

Those school days - 7

2010-08-17T07:11:00.000-07:00

After the attendance,
She closed her register and in between those who were outside came in the class.

We were asked to open the books and those who didn't bought the book were asked to stand up
and then after some slaps or other punishments
she told us to share books and finally started the proceedings.

One student will stand and read from the book.
And after each paragraph madam told its meaning.

But
Who was studying?

Girls?
No

Boys?
Not at all

Some were busy ironing their handkerchiefs with their geometry boxes, really that was very interesting.
Ironing both sides, folding and ironing both sides again,
again folding and again................ till it seemed like a well folded hard paper :P

Some were busy staring the book. And after that they will start different activities like :
They were filling the circles of a,b,d,e,g,o,p,q ............ really its fun doing this.
They were making the mustaches of the person printed on the book ............ poor person ...!! :P :D
They were making the cartoons.
They were making sketches and doing shading in the book.
They were writing their names and trying signatures which they will use in future.

Some were looking in the lunch-box of partner to see what they have got.

Some were busy looking outside the window or the wall with a finger penetrating their nostrils.

Some were putting candies in their mouths and they were moving them inside the mouth here and there.

Some were arranging their geometry boxes and doing several our things like:
Sharpening the pencils.
Cleaning the rubber and making it white by rubbing it :P
Trying to rotate the screw of sharpeners blade.
Rubbing the pencil led to sharpen it like a javelin.

Some put pencil-ends in their mouth.

Class continued.

Those school days - 6

2010-08-16T09:49:00.000-07:00

So from prayer ground we came back to our classrooms.

Class monitor tried her best to make us sit properly, but we kept sitting along with our friends, and talking continuously.

When monitor started to note the names, Whole class became silent as graveyard.

There came the teacher.

Those who sit on first bench, it was their duty to shout Stand Up

And whole class was there on their feet.

First period was of Class-Teacher.

She always asked monitor, who was talking.

Generally monitor answers none.

Then it was the time of attendence.

Teacher will call the names and

Girls will raise their hand to say "yes mam" or "present mam"

while some girls say "yes didi" or "present didi"

but after second standard all came to "mam" from "didi"

Now how boys respond

Most of boys who were sincere were same as girls in this manner.

but some reply

"Ji mam"

"aaya hu mam"

"hazir"

Although number of such boys was just one or two per class.

But when somebody by mistake said "sir" instead of mam, whole class was ROFL.

Some students were still outside, their friends respond to their attendance calls by saying he/she is outside.

So with this attendance ended.

Those school days - 5

2010-08-14T06:44:00.000-07:00

And Main Morning prayer ended.

We opened our eyes.
It was time of todays thought and today's news.
One student read the thought and news.

The tag-line of both were fixed and I still remember how it sounds. ... !! :P
then some announcement and finally the song.

Usually it was "Sare jaha se achha, Hindostan hamara" ya "Vande Matram".
It gives an awesome feeling when we all sing it in chorus.

And Finally National Anthem.
While most of us sang that properly, some keep rubbing their shoes and teachers keep giving them looks.
And after that wonderful minute of National Anthem came the big trouble.

It was checking of dress, shoes, nails etc etc
We were already standing in the queue and asked to walk towards the classes, but at the end of playground it was something which if I passed I would have my chest and shoulders blown out while if failed shoulders dropped and eyes looking down.

Teachers usually were very strict in this manner and check our school badges, our belts, color of shirt, nickers, socks and shoes carefully.
Shoes must be polished. (As teacher want to see her face in the shine of our shoes)
Nails must be cut short. (as with long nails we'll cit her throat)
Haircut must be regular. (They got commission from barbers)
hairs must be oiled and combed. (we must look good when we are with them)

When badge was missing, standard argument was "it fell in the journey to the school", but this never worked.
When shirt was found different in color, "It was dirty, Mom didn't washed it" or "It was torn" etc etc
They rarely worked.

When shoes were not polished "I polished them but there was mud in the path" ....... never worked !!!

Sheer innocence sometimes even melt Hitler type teachers.

Then students were filtered on this basis and those who passed, went to classes, those who not were made to stand in the ground.
Then they were scolded and asked to stand there for sometime, or make a round of the ground or some fine etc etc ....... this kept on changing in whole school life.

And After some months that prayer was shifted to respective classrooms only.
Bell ranged.

Those school days - 4

2010-08-13T01:26:00.000-07:00

Second Morning bell rang.

It was the duty of class monitor to take all of us to the prayer ground.

All tried to to be in the queue to stand along with their friends, but unfortunately we had to stand according to our heights.

So our convoy started.

It crawled with enormous pushes from back.

we tried to give finishing touch to our dressings, like tying up all the buttons, arranging school badge and belt in the right positions.

Some were rubbing their shoes from the socks, standing on the other leg only. to make them seem polished.

Chit-chats continued in the path although class monitor advised us to put our forefinger on our lips.

So finally we reached prayer ground.

It was a small area, with a little stage on a side.

On which School Principal and some teachers were standing.
Music teacher was ready with some students on instruments and himself on harmonium.

We all were commanded attention/serenity.
And then to stand with with eyes closed and hands joined in prayer style.
After Gaytri Mantra prayer started.

During the prayer I used to open my eyes many times.
And what I saw was
Some of them again rubbing their shoes.
Some were yawning. (small hands covering that little aperture looked so cute)
Some were like me looking here and there.
And some trying to hide their nails
Girls were adjusting their ponies.

If it would have been winter:
Some were rubbing their hands to get some heat out of it.
some were adjusting layers of cold-creams and boroplus :P which their moms applied on their faces.
some were trying to put both hands inside the sweater.

Teachers standing between and at the end of queues tried their best to make us civilized.
But kids are kids.

Standing in the ground in that hot summers made at least one student to see stars and lose consciousness and at last fall on ground.
Teachers rushed in and took him/her in some room.
I don't know how they treated them, I never went there.... :)

Prayer continued.

Some were really interested in the prayer, and kept their eyes closed and lips murmuring something.
I also did this many times.
And that was the most divine scene one can see on this earth. Little kids lost in prayers.
Seeing them itself gives divine feeling.

And finally main prayer ended.

Those school days - 3

2010-08-12T04:08:00.000-07:00

Morning as the first bell rang, we rushed into our classrooms.

As I entered, the first BIG question in my mind was where to sit.
No
I had read in romantic novels that everyone tries to sit with the most beautiful girl in the class, and if that is not possible, at a position from where you can glance at her. I had read that sitting near a beautiful girl gives one a lot of pleasure, adds to his status and many other such 'blah' reasons..........
But in my case, that wasn't the problem! My seat was already fixed.
It was Karan in classes 2nd,3rd and Anshul in 4th,5th who shared that small bench with me. As all of us would take our seats, it would be time for us to arrange our bags and bottles because as soon as the 2nd bell would ring, we would be taken to the prayer ground by our class monitor. So, we would put our bags into the space provided in the desks. My bag could hardly fit in, as I always used to carry books of all the subjects whether or not I needed them on the particular day. But Anshul's and all other students' bags would lie comfortably there, while mine would be sometimes on the desk, and sometimes on the floor. :P
After settling down, it would be time for us to exchange pleasantries with the other class mates. We would move into our respective smaller 'groups' and started discussing 'street' cricket, playing trump cards, talking about kites, colors and crackers depending on the festive season. Some would show off what their parents had bought them, some would boast about their deeds of last evening.

"Yesterday I was flying kite and I cut the 5 kites"
"Bass!!! I cut 7"

"Yesterday I scored 34 runs out of team's total of 56, one four and two sixes"

"My elder brother smashed some neighbor"

"I have 5 trump cards"

"Yesterday Big-show slammed rock hard"

"I saw this bike today" etc etc

............................countless boasts, endless topics!
Those chit-chats gave me pleasure, one of its own kind and the one that I haven't experienced till date!

----------------Second morning Bell-----------

Those school days - 2

2010-08-11T06:36:00.000-07:00

So finally we reached the school, we got down from the auto-rickshaw and rushed at the back of it where our poor school bags were hanging.

we took them, adjusted them on our tiny shoulders and ran towards the school.
At that time that heavy schoolbag felt as they were full of cotton balls instead of books and notebooks.
That run had always been special, reaching school before time always gave some extra relief and fun to our little hearts.

Although some used to go to stationary shop for pen, pencil, eraser, sharpener, scale, D..... and all that
That time Pencil cost 1.5 rs, eraser 2 rs, scale 1.5 rs ........ and pencil with rubber attached to it 2 rs.
Some erasers gave smell like fruits, they were colored but not of good quality for erasing purpose.
Sharpener with rubber attached to it and also some colored image that changes if we change the view, that cost 5 rs.
Shopkeeper also kept some candies and toffees, and also some packets which were hanged on the wire tied to both sides of the gate. they always fascinated me.

Suddenly first school bell ranged.
All rushed into their respective classes.

Those school days - 1

2010-08-10T07:17:00.000-07:00

Those days used to begin with rising of sun as usual.
But something was different,

it was not the sound of alarm or the hard knocking on gate to wake me up,
It was just a gentle voice of mom which was more powerful than all these.

I used to get fresh and then get ready for school,
these days I do both 2-3 times in a semester.....!!

There was a zest from my inside to look better than others in the class.
I used to polish my shoes daily and wear only well ironed school dress.

Sometimes I used to tie my collar buttons as our principal madam asked us for that.
Although all say don't do this, because we didn't use neck-ties.

Then it was time of breakfast, after which a glass of milk flavored with bournvita..... Now I can count on my fingers, How many days in current semester I have taken milk.

Then our auto-rickshaw driver comes and I along with 9-10 other kids will fit in that tightly packed vehicle.

Journey to school is always full of chit-chats, some girls playing antakshari, boys showing tatoos and cards.
Some geeks read notebooks and then hand them to others to ask questions and listen to his/her answers.
And some of them were even more geek, they used to read from notebook, put a hand on written text, keep their face upwards and then try to answer it again.
During the 20 minutes trip many times water bottles kiss our lips and then again were hanged.

Sometimes it was races with other auto-rickshaws that add fun to our journey.
This is how we used to reach the School.

Dinner in the shower

2010-06-13T14:36:00.001-07:00

It was my second day of swimming.
There was coldness in the air as compared to other days.

We came back from swimming.
Suddenly Surtani came to my room inviting us to his birthday party.....:)
We got ready and left for Grasshopper (A Restaurant near the college).

We all took the open air table on the ground floor.
A cute girl came and welcomed us.

We ordered our meals and meanwhile Sanidhya started playing with his favorite toy Jasmeet............:P

Suddenly we felt the shower. ya it was drizzling.

What the hell......!!

We can't dine in shower..!!
We went upstairs, On first floor there was shed.
Tables were arranged, and we took our positions.

But drizzling was finished.
Now, it was time for heavy rains and blubber wind storms.
and more than them a POWER CUT.

Candles were brought but kept aside due to winds.
Scene was dreadful.

Then
waiters brought our fuels and we attacked the chiken, paneer and tandoori roties.

Most of the crowd accumulated on the left side of the bench.
But the other side people including me were facing the showers.

Even the heavy curtains were ready to give up, tables and benches were put there to remind their duty.
some water also accumulated on the roof. but I must admire the waiters who folded their pants and were actively serving us.

After some time
we were having water filled in our plates and curry.
chapaties were almost wet.

BUT
our apatite rose to those monster clouds. We ordered more and grazed everything to the root....... :P

I was shivering with cold. Others also felt some cold and tea was ordered.
Meanwhile raining stopped.
We all enjoyed that tea and coffee.

Then that girl cam again with the bill.
Oh we all forgot about that girl while dinner.....!!

Music Room

2010-06-13T12:24:00.000-07:00

They are music teachers of or school

At that time:
I was in 4th-5th class

As soon as the bell rings we have to go to the music room.

Wait.....!!

keep your shoes outside the room.

done with that

we entered the room, it is a large room,

Music instruments are resting every two feet apart on the walls of the room.

Oh some of them we are seeing for the first time.......!!

Two teachers were there.

Saroj Madam in green sari(mostly she wears green or light blue or mustard color saree).

She if fair in colour, long black hairs and talks sweetly.

Hari Om sir in faded grey pants and white shirts. round spectacles, pen and one diary in upper pocket.

We were asked to sit in rows, one hand apart.

Saroj madam took harmonium and Hari Om sir took command on tabla.

They started "Chandan hai is desh ki mati, tapobhumi har gram hai....."

We were expected to sing in chorus but that rarely happened.

In between

Madam closed her eyes and lost in harmonium.

Sir lost in tabla and his head was moving along with his hands ,........., irritated with that, his hairs also started moving ......... :P

We were singing the song, and in between we used our hands as poles and swing our whole body ......!!

(It may seems funny but it's easy...... sit in padmasan, fix both of your hands on ground, straighten your arms, your body will now be hanging, you can make swings....... )

then bell ranged and Madam stood on the door,

we were expected to put the shoes in rows but we are we.

And

My faint memory(it had been 11-12 years) says that I was slapped by Saroj madam many times.

But why, this I forgot. What could be the reason ??

After that we were shifted to boys wing.

Anyways

There were twenties of instruments in the room, What were they doing there.

In my school life of 12-13 years, I haven't touched any.

Anita ralhan madam

2010-06-13T07:30:00.000-07:00

Anita Ralhan mam
She taught us Science in 5th class.
After that we were shifted to boys wing.
Haven't heard about her after that.........:)

She was different from others.
Unlike other science teachers of primary classes, she doesn't make us read the chapter and do the questions.

I sill remember how once she took a beaker filled of water, asked some student for his eraser and took a thread to show us the buoyancy and the Archimedes principle.

Once she took a small pulley from physics lab to show us that downward pulling is easy than upward.

she also used coins and pencils for showing buoyancy.
she asked us to bring tulsi leaves and all other available leaves to see difference between patterns and properties.

similarly she used many small and simple things to make us learn, and experiment.
She always motivated us to think, In one way she was the one who made me interested in science.

I never got good marks in science in that class, but still I had a very good image in her eyes.
while other students say madam is sullen and morose, I think she is nice .......... :)

Shear love

2010-06-09T00:26:00.000-07:00

That sun seems smiling
   someone seems purer than dove
Everything seemed as heart in shape
   divinity of my shear love

That sky sheet has flown away
   when my heart portrait-ed  you
Like the moon grown in lake
   stars arranged to shape like you

Like all colors have been stolen
   everywhere it was you
Light breeze strikes my ears
   even this was calling you

pushaplata ahluwalia madam

2010-06-08T10:08:00.000-07:00

I know her from 6th class
When she took our first class in 6th standard.

Virtually, everybody was amazed
She was sweetest

How she talked about discipline, and said that now you are big guys, you have certain responsibilities.....!!
our chest was 2 inches broader after her words...!!

She has brownish complexion, and age of around 50-55 at that time.
in her dark color saree, rounded spectacles, dyed black hairs, she looked nice. She was short and thin at that time.

She taught us English.
most important thing was that she taught bhangra for the school's annual(?) festival.

She used to punish us by slamming sticks on our palms.
She was mother of all misers in giving marks.

Her pet sentence:
If you were caught talking in her class
She count her five fingers one by one like this:

baby finger : bhai
ring finger : sahab
middle finger : aap
index finger : kyu
thumb : bole
and then with that hand she will slap you ..........!!

She always ask first row student to stand up and read the chapter,
and interrupts him after every two words, everyone feels irritated. :P

sometimes for some pronunciation mistake, sometimes for telling the meaning and sometimes if someone is doing chit-chat.

She was always nice for most of the class.

-------I called one of my classmates to inquire about her, what he said : "Aur kuch to yaad nahi, bas itna yaad hai ek bar mera notice galat ho gaya tha to usne bhot mara tha" ------
I was literally ROFLMAO.

Hum karein rashtra aaradhan

2010-06-07T23:45:00.000-07:00

This is a nice poem/song.

I heard this for the first time in my school days.
It is played only in Shiksha Bharti School Girls wing, I haven't heard it Boys wing in those 5 years I spent there.

But I remembered the song.

When I came to IIIT-H
I heard this song in yoga hall, it was in a different tone, but I remembered the lyrics. I felt like I remembered each and every word of the song, and that was actually a divine experience.
I hadn't heard the song for a minimum of 9 years and still I was singing along with it.

I tried to find this on youtube, it is there but again in a different tone than previous two.

I just remembered the moment when Shiksha Bharti Girls/kids sing the song in chorus.

I tried to write down the lyrics, here they are

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Hum karein rashtra aradhan,
    hum karein rashtra aradhan
tan se, man se, dhan se
      tan man dhan jeevan se

hum karein rashtra aaradhan.......

antar se mukh se kriti se,
           nishchal ho nirmal mati se
shradhha se mastak-nat se
            hum karein rashtra abhivadan............

hum karein rashtra aaradhan.......

apne haste shaishav se
          apne khilte yauvan se
praudtapoorn jeevan se
          hum karein rashtra ka archan...............

hum karein rashtra aaradhan.......

apne ateet ko padkar
         apna itihaas ulatkar
apna bhavitavya samajhkar
          hum karein rashtra ka chintan...............

hum karein rashtra aaradhan.......

hai yaad hamein yug yug se
          jalti anek ghatnayen
jo maa ke seva path par
          aayi ban kar vipdayein

hum ne abhishek kiya tha
          jan-ni ka hari-shonit se
hum ne shringar kiya tha
          mata ka hari-mundo se

hum ne hi usse diya tha
         sanskritik uchch sinhasan
maa jis pe baithi sukh ke
        karti thi jag ka shashan

ab kal chkra ki gati se
         wo tut gaya sinhasan
apna tan man dhan de kar
         hum karein rashtra aaradhan............

hum karein rashtra aaradhan.......

Poem by me in 6th class

2010-06-07T08:46:00.000-07:00

6th class
I was on stage after morning prayers.
This was the poem I took from a very old book.

Haste Haste aaj chale hum
nanhe nanhe senani
matribhumi ki balivedi pe
   sheesh katane abhimani

mat samjho hum nanhe nanhe
            hai takat hum mein bhari
mahlo ko raakh bana sakti hai
            ek nanhi si chingari

kadam badaya hai ab aage
            nahi peeth dikhlayenge
matribhumi ki balivedi pe
            sheesh kata ke jayenge

I remember each and every word of this poem till now

Me and that world cup

2010-06-04T20:53:00.000-07:00

That day was the first T20 world cup final,
India Vs Pakistan
We 10-15 students went to our hostel warden Tyagi Sir, and asked for arranging a TV set.
He send me to electronics lab to bring that.

Then it was time for arranging the cable, he called someone to arrange that.
After 1 hr of all that setup was ready now.

In the open air, we brought some chairs from our rooms and
Match Started
India's innings
2nd over and ........ aah ....... POWER CUT.......!!!

we waited and waited and waited,,,,,,,,,,
Match was about to finish
we all were on phone calls to our friends who were sitting in their homes.

Last ball
India won

Celebrations started
We all were going mad and seniors called dholis (dhol wala)

First years were not allowed to come out of hostel after 7pm.
We all thought to go upstairs on the terrace.

While I was coming back from my room to go upstairs, Tyagi sir called me and asked what happened

Me : sir India won the world cup
Sir : hmm

then we all were on terrace playing with water and dancing, some were having noodles in their room and we were throwing noodles on each other.

Tyagi sir came
All students dispersed, some fell on each other, some were hidden in water tank and some were in the corners.
Me being unlucky was near the stairs.

My condition was :
some noodles were there on my head, some were hanging from my ears, my shirt was half open, and from head to feet I was wet.

Sir : what is going on?

Me : Sir, India won the world cup.

(had my head and face was not covered with noodles, I was almost slapped)
then I was given a long lecture and asked to go to my room.

I went to my room
In my room there were more celebrations going on,
people were dancing on loud music.
then

Knock on the door
I recently entered the room so I was near the door and opened the door.

Tyagi Sir...!!
Sir : What is going on

Me : sir India won the world cup.

then sir switched on the lights
Sir : You were there on terrace also.

Me: Yes sir

Sir : You are the same student na who was running like hell to upstairs

Me : Yes sir

Sir : You, You are the one na who brought the TV

Me : Yes sir

then I was given lot of words and warnings, and sent back to the room.

He caught just 3 students in the entire hostel in those 2 hrs
and every time it was me with a probability of (1/200 * 1/200 * 1/200)...........!!

Dating in Mastnath School

2010-06-04T07:34:00.000-07:00

I was one of the most naughty student in the Class.

I used to show my face 4-5 times in a month in the school.
Although attendance was compulsory....!!

Second last seat, middle row, right below the fan was my place.
It was easy to sleep there........

So
One day, I went to school as usual (or unusual ???) :D
Physics Lecture
Teacher : "Nashedi" Sir (I forgot the name and my friends also)

Situation : I was sleeping on my bench....... !!!

Suddenly he asked the nearby student to wake me up..!

And I was half awake now, and he fired a question.....

What is "Dating"?
I was nowhere to even guess what he was asking.

me: What sir?

Sir : arey !! What is dating?

Me: Sir........ Sir...........

Sir: Arey dating !!!!

Me: Sir the guy and girl go together and spend some time.............

OYE !!!
"Baahar Nikal"
Get out from the class.............!!!!
(he shouted so hard that my soul started walking before me) :P

Outside the class, I went near the window and asked some student..........
"He was asking about Carbon Dating.........!!"

I rotated the CRO :P

2010-06-03T11:29:00.000-07:00

So
it was final electronics workshop practical,
I haven't attended just one workshop out of 18 in the whole year............!!!!!

So Something was there on my table.
someone told me this is CRO, and they have done all experiments on this small machine which resembles those machines, which are put beside patient's beddings in hospitals.

What the hell
I am seeing this first time....and that too in final practicals......... !!

So
examiner came,
He was an old man in sixties speaking haryanvi ...... :P
He was in Grey Shirt and black pants, one mobile hanging around his neck and one diary in his pocket.

So
I was given some paper chit on which question was written.
So
As usual I thought of some scheme

I asked the student next to me, to help me.
He came to ma seat and adjusted the screen, pushed 2-3 buttons, connected some wires, rotated some thing and somehow generated a wave.
He also warned me to just show this to examiner and he will ask 2-3 questions.
Don't reply if you don't know .....!!!!!!

After sometime examiner came to my seat and asked what this wave is, I said sir it's a sine wave.

He also said, it is flipped along the y axis like this

Correct it, till I examine the next student.

I was supposed to do this

Now I was in deep trouble,
He was staring at me while taking viva of next roll number.

I thought of being smart,
I noted down all the wire connections and carefully unplugged the wires.

Next I rotated the CRO, with all my effort.
Now it was like an inverted TV with base on top...........:P

I again skillfully made connections and generated the sine wave,
This time it was looking OK, although from backside CRO was not looking OK.... !!!! :P

Examiner......
He came and burst on me.
He was like I have burnt his newly brought laptop. ...... !!

"I am 60 years old and never seen such a student in my whole life. " and after this some more ,,,,,,,,,,,,, (I do not want to tell about my harassment on my blog :D )

He asked what was your AIEEE rank ( WTF was I back door entry ???????)

Then he gave a speech on modern India, and students like us...... :P

C Programming Viva

2010-06-02T11:19:00.000-07:00

So Final Viva for the end semester examinations,
teacher !!!!, there were young lady teachers in the computer science department !!!!

Madam called first five roll numbers,

aakanksha, abhinav, abhishek Ahlawat, Abhishek Chauhan, Aman Bahl

She was wearing dark green shining kurta and jeans.

I'll ask five questions to each of you, each question carries 2 marks, answer at least 2 to pass the viva.
question will be passed to next student if you won't answer.

She gave first question to akanksha, she took her paper and pen and started writing something

then she throw the question to

Abhinav - pass

Abhishek Ahlawat- pass

Abhishek Chauhan- pass

me - pass

Next question

Akanksha gave the answer

and as usual we all passed the next question.

So at the end of 2 questions

akanksha :4

we : 0

next quesion

akanksha - pass

abhinav - pass

abhishek - answered

abhishek Chauhan - passed

me - passed

What the Hell

3 questions passed out of 5.

one more pass, and she will throw me out.

next question

akanksha - answered

then mam asked the question, i'll not forget this in ages

question was:

"Can we pass arguments to void main()"

abhinav - no

mam gave her looks and turn to abhishek ahlawat

ahlawat - no

she turned to Abhishek Chauhan now

Abhishek Chauhan - no

Now there was blaze-fire in her eyes,

my turn

what the ****

I thought I'll answer her

she gave bad looks on "no", so I'll answer "yes".

she : yes you,

me(in thunderous voice, trying to show confidence) : yes we can

mam : good

now tell me what are arguments?
My tongue dropped in my large intestines :D

My face was red, looking at floor first then her feet(nice sandals btw :P)

She shouted : get lost all four of you

I got my room cleaned

2010-06-01T23:36:00.000-07:00

So
Shanx said he is coming today,
I thought of gift him a neat and clean room
I went upstairs and called sweepers !!!!!!!!!!
This time I insisted them to come with me, otherwise they say, ya we'll come and u have to wait and wait and wait... :P
So he came and entered the room, saw the condition and put very bad expressions on his face like I was sending him to Afghanistan.
He called one more and went to collect his weapons :D

He came with broomstick and this :

this what the hell !!!!!!!!!!!
Just this, my sentiments were naked now.

He entered the room and quickly turned back to bring this

It was hurting my previous post now http://shine-someday.blogspot.com/2010/05/ma-hostel-room.html

He again entered the room and after some estimations called two more
now this was brought:

like it was collecting garbage of whole society :P

Then he put a mask on his face and entered the room, my face was red now like I was living in some municipality's dustbin !!!!!!!!!!! :D

Finally after 5 minutes my room was clean.
Sweeper felt a sigh of relief, but only for some 10 seconds !!!!!!!
I asked him to clean the spider webs :P

Now I felt my room is clean, I saw them taking my valuable garbage of past two months.

Like a bride I entered my right foot in the room and just fell on bed(not as bride :P but to sleep)

Let Love empower us

2010-06-01T19:17:00.000-07:00

I was getting fainter

You too seemed puny

Tonight’s moon seems higher

Let the love empower us

Night rose fully

Destiny was against us

All aiming our shear love

Let our souls merge into one

We cried badly

Our souls cried harder

A devil unplugged my heart

Let your heart alone pump for us

Daemons were blown out

All Darkness vanished

Surprised were we, It wasn’t sunlight

Let the angels answer us

Voice came from Inside

It’s the same star you compare her with

Fully back in our all body

Let love carry us, night goes, never dies

Beautiful waves of tears

2010-06-01T01:11:00.000-07:00

I drew your portrait

Standstill it was

No, still it was for others

Was waving inside my eyes

Under waves of Water,

Looking pretty were you

Waves between you and me

Waves of my tears

I tried to hold

Devil tear rolled down

I cursed myself

Your face was flown

This time my heart wept

Wept badly for years

I died looking at you

Drowned in my own tears.

What a loser

2010-05-31T11:08:00.000-07:00

He saw her for the first time,
   His age was just eleventh ordinal.
   She was in his school,
   But they didn't know each other.

That time He was bashful,
   Too shy to talk to her,
   Looking stunning in her white dress,
   She left him a sheepish admirer.

She became indispensable for his dreams,
   Or it was he the ultimate dreamer,
   he might have beaten choppers,
   With her, Driving his gliders.

The more He think of her,
   More he was her closer,
   Even after all this in dreams,
   Reality! He never talked to her.

Years passed and months flown,
   Occasionally He glimpsed her,
   He was timidest of this world,
   Too timid to look at her.

He was liking the girl,
   This was sure and clear,
   But He was just an average,
   She was like the beauty diviner.

Never told this to anybody,
   with a fear of being laughter,
   But his mind always say,
   You love her, You love her.

Whole life passed like this,
   Only in dreams He proposed her,
   Now even his soul says,
   Never seen a bigger loser !!

Sushil Makkar ....... stop laughing at the name

2010-05-31T03:21:00.000-07:00

I was in seventh class,

when I heard a new teacher has joined the school and she will be taking our science classes.

from students I got to know name is Sushil makkar,
hmmmmmmmm
By Name it seems like some 40 aged person, with mustaches or some 30 aged clean shaved person of medium height in home made sweaters.

He entered the class
Oh He was she actually !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
yeah sushil was female !!!!!!!!!

She came and started work energy etc

Her voice was like voice coming from bamboo grove

I have to eat tons of ice and drink gallons of lemon juice to get a voice like that :P

she also cracked some jokes, and we laugh badly
hey hey hold on
we didn't laugh on her jokes, her jokes give us time to laugh at her voice !!!!!!

Very innovative she was, and as an ideal science teacher should be, she encouraged discussions.

Most amazing part
she comes near anybody and say "aur ladke, kaisa hai"

I do remember once she was correcting exam papers, I went to her..........she looked at my notebook and said "teri handwriting to achhi hai ladke" and gave 2 marks without looking at answer-sheet.

She used to slap us, and slap hard.
How!!!!!!!!!
she wave her hand into air 2 or 3 times and then suddenly "SLAPPED" !!!!!!!!!!!
it was like u see in orkut application slapster

In between we changed her name to Sushila to have some feminine name.
although some used name "pateela" :P :D

I was her favorite student, although I neither topped in class, nor in her subject. Love you mam

stupid of me

2010-05-30T21:50:00.000-07:00

I called her six times,
   She didn’t responded
   I felt like it was,
   For litres of my blood was drying.

My twelve ribs were broken,
   All ten fingers shivered
   Twenty one feet of my
   Intestine was crying.

One thing amused me,
   My heart was still pumping
   I asked him, he replied,
   And now I was jumping.

He said I am no longer,
   In your control now,
   All my four valves,
   In her service, working

You should try once more,
   She’ll pick I am sure
   I called, she picked
   Where I was even god was searching

My two eyes shined
   Filled with tears
   This time I too But
   With pleasure, crying

Our sports Teacher: Amarpaal Sir

2010-05-30T03:00:00.000-07:00

Our Sports teacher !!!!!!!!!!!!!

White Shirt, white pant, black belt, black leather shoes,one pen in pocket of shirt, light mustache(seems like some worker of political party) :P

and ya one whistle can always be seen hanging around his neck always, like it was his mangalsutra.

meet him, he is cool, calm and composed
u talk in class, he will say "beta, baate nahi karni" ..... and says so sweetly that most people swallow their tongues.
But this lasts for a few seconds, students continue their chit-chat soon.

Best were the scenes when he came as examiner in some exams.
One can go beyond 2 seats for passing schemes :P

But
In ground
hmmm
he was brutal at times
he will pick the longest green stick from some tree and slam it so hard,
after that
Symptoms will be
   1). loss in vision for 2-3 minutes
   2). blue spots on palm
   3). uncontrollable shivering in your palm.
   4). dumbness for next 2-3 days in classes.
   5). involuntary abuses for him !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

He also used to dictate us in morning prayers
for attention and serenity ......... in our school "AArma", "Daksha" are used
and what he say...........
"AAkraman", " Daksha" ............ :P !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

He is a modest and very sweet person, love you sir :)

how do I know

2010-05-29T22:21:00.000-07:00

I like her for sure,
   My heart says this every day.
But Do I love her,
   Still can’t say.

Coz I do not know
   Love is defined in what way
All what I observe
   My definition goes like clay

You love to care her
   Leave other thoughts away
My heart infers
   Looking ahead to convey

Haven’t seen her, haven’t met her,
   And her image is gray
Now on previous saying
   Will you still stay?

You don’t need to
   Love is October not may
For if you feel truly,
   These are just a child’s play

Hearing this, I felt relieved
   Put all thoughts in bay
Love is in the air
   All will be well, I pray

Rakesh Bhatia,,,,,teaches everything

2010-05-29T07:20:00.000-07:00

He was our english teacher Rakesh Bhatia
and maths teacher of other section
and vedic maths teacher of senior classes :P
and simultaneously doing Phd

amazing na !!!!!!

He was having moustache on his face, strange moustache half spiral :D
his pants were always loose and he used to pull them up every five minutes

most amazing feature
guess in this line !!
studentsssssssssssss go to your classessssssssssssss!!!!!!!!

yeah he was a cheap manufacturer of 's' alphabets
one more sentence "yessssssssssss pleasssssssssssssssssssssssssssssse"

He started a new mission
daily one student in class will narrate poetry or some fiction to improve our english.

First Day
Girish came and narrated some shit, we didn't listened. !!!!!
Next Day
Girish came forward with another piece of shit this time, as usual we went to sleep for that 2 minutes
Next day
Again Girish came forward with again some shit,,,,,,,,,,,,,,and aaaaaaaaaah I slept again
.
.
.
.
.
.
2 weeks passed

Next Day
Sir came to the class and started taking attendence

Girish: sir today's topic.........

Sir: SSSSSSSSSSSShut up Girisssssssssssssssssssssshhhhhhhh

we were rolling on floor with huge laughters, even teacher was bored with him

Your Friend

2010-05-29T07:04:00.000-07:00

With all problems of friends,
Coming to her mind,
With genuine solutions of,
All gallant kind.

She is not a running Panther,
To put all troubles behind,
She is a dependable wall,
To make tribulations exscind.

If she is with you, you can,
Put care word as undefined,
She is there, to take your care,
Your worries now declined !!!

To help you she has,
A thousand hands inclined,
Friends are always friends,
She’ll make you remind.

She is an exigent organism,
Very rare to find,
To make a person like her,
Angles need to be refined.

When I broke window pane

2010-05-28T08:49:00.000-07:00

I was in class 7th, and our class teacher was sushila makkad :P
..............i know those who know her, will be having a smile on their faces

So it was recess
usually we play cricket with the paper ball but that day it was tennis ball
bat was as usual, our notebook :P
pitch was length of class room :D

so bat was in ma hand
ball came to me and I was playing like all the days
suddenly I thought of showing smartness
I ducked on a bouncer, forgetting that behind me is not wicket keeper but window

ttttttttttttttttttthhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa voice came and glass broke like dreams of Tushar Kapoor to win best actor's award

but there was to much noise that no one outside the class heard this.

finally last period and that too of class teacher Sushila makkad
..............i know those who know her, will be having a smile on their faces

She came to the class and saw the window plane.
I used to be in the top 5 rankers of the class and had a good image
in fact all those who were playing had good images

She asked how it happened
Bhisham who was the class monitor told it is a work of 8th class people(our seniors) they were playing in the ground, ball came and hit the glass.
she gave us strange looks.
she came near the window and asked why the pieces are not there
Bhisham : Mam we cleaned that
Me : madam we wiped that with papers :P
Whole class: (in chorus) Yes mam

hmmmmm
but she was still giving looks like ACP pradyuman of CID
she went outside and we were guessing what she will do

has she caught our lie?
will she beat us with some stick?
heart was pumping like some electricity generator.

But
after 2 minutes what we saw
whole 8th class was in ground.
Vice principal was giving them words and after that whole 8th class were asked to sit in a position which we call (Murga ban na)

we all were happy and giving high fives.
Our one lie and the whole senior class is punished :P

she finally came and took attendance.
..............i know those who know her, will be having a smile on their faces

SHE-one more time

2010-05-27T23:11:00.000-07:00

She is super moody,
She is flying kite
sometimes Einstein
And sometimes tube light

Sleep early, sleep well,
She thinks at night
Taking bath before sleep,
Gives her delight

She is a noble beauty,
As bright as white
Radiations coming from her body,
Not infrared but visible light

Full moon of summer,
In December sunlight
After a long five years,
She is ones back to home flight

Read novels, write poems
Reached creativity’s height
All arts of universe,
Packed in her tight

Of world’s finest dish,
She is the first bite.
She is the fairy for whom,
With daemons one can fight

Truly an angel,
Modest, humble and polite
Sometimes make me confused,
Being moody, she might

Heaven on earth,
Her presence makes the site.
This is what I think
Maybe wrong or right.

Our Music Teacher

2010-05-27T10:09:00.000-07:00

So we entered in class 6th
shifted to boys wing outside city from co-educational wing inside city.
first day in school,,,,,,,,,,,,,how excited we were

3rd period
A 5ft tall thin person whose face was not shaved from past 15 days, beard was slightly orange in color, in shirts and faded pants without any belt entered our class. he has face like he is sleeping for years and directly came to class without even brushing his teeth.
he introduced himself as music teacher and told his name Pawan Ahuja

He then told us some points about manners and discipline and write them too on the board.
I still remember his handwriting was best I have ever seen in my life.

everybody was impressed !!!!!!!

so day ended we stepped into school buses, and seniors asked how was the first day
we said it was good
And which teacher impressed you most?
90% said Pawan Ahuja Sir

------------------A huge laughter-----------------------

who that p**wa????
his name was p**wa among seniors and soon after among us also.

so it was 1 class per week for entire 6th to 10th standard

He asked us to maintain a notebook.
we went to shops and asked for thinnest and cheapest notebook available as advised by seniors.

that notebook was our music notebook for 5 years.

First class in music room.
we entered, he made us sit on floor.
he started playing harmonium and asked us to repeat the song in choral.

we repeated 2 lines.
3rd line he said "kamar gardan seedhi, haath ghutno par"
half of the class repeated that too !!!!

then we came to know it is his pet sentence and he repeats this after every 2 lines :P

he said next time we have to write this song into our notebooks and those who will not write will be fined by 50 paisa !!!!!!!!!!!
and he said with that money of fine he will buy carpets for music room.

so far so good

Next class
most of the class was empty handed
no one was having notebook
and those who had were keeping that in bags to give company to their friends.

P**wa put his hand in his drawer and picked a 6 inch stick.
he held one end with his 2 fingers and with other end he was going to slam on our palms.
I was first roll number.
he put his maximum strength in that stick and then i realized that ya something has touched my hand !!!!!!!!

if that was slammed on his harmonium's key, I Am sure even key will refuse to go down. :)

Now came the number of big guys of our class
they were all unique samples.
one stick and they will shout like hell........m sure they didn't even feel something had touched their palm.
they produce all kinds of screams
aaaaaaaauuuuuuuch
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaooooooooooooooooooooooo
uuuuuuuuuuuiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
and that too in full volume.

some were so #$%^&;*@#% they had synchronization problems
they scream before or after stick was slammed.

some really big guys produce more funny sounds
after one stick they will shake their hand as some hot iron is put on their palms.

and this became a routine for us
notebook is still as it is as I bought :P

and buying carpets for large music room with a fine of 50 paisa per student !!!!!!!!,
it took 9 years to buy carpets.

Ma Hostel Room

2010-05-27T02:31:00.000-07:00

Its ma room
along with room of some thousands of ants and tens of lizards, hundreds of spiders and mosquitoes, window seat taken by the cute cat.
Enter the room
above the door a huge spider web, which is now dense and hanging two feet below ceiling.

No No hold On
just rotate ur face to see all the corners and walls,
they are at every piece of cement you see, some times some of them leave their web and come on my table,
some adventurous lads even roam on my laptop's screen
and I half helpless, half lazy .................

Now look at window, if weather is pleasant, you will found a cute, brown cat there,
she is humble, never does anything except giving you looks.

just move your sight slowly on the walls of window and you will found lizards, one of them is red in color ,,,,,,yukkkkk
they also visit tube light for having some non-veg items, and sometimes run on floor
and I half helpless, half lazy .................

now come closer and look on window and side of my table, you will see all types of ants
some of them are 1 cm long
they do nothing except moving on ma table, on ma keyboard, on ma body, and of course on my laptop screen,,,,,,,,,,,,,more about them later

now ma table below this is garbage in quantity more than sum total of all rooms of my hostel wing.
Maggi packets,
bhel packets rasna and tang sachet, haldiram lays and lahar namkeen's packets,
packets of all biscuits bourbons, hide n seek, good day, some squeezed lemons, ice cream sticks, paper plates, tissues from dominoes and ya pepper sachet from same.
some shampoo, oil and face-wash bottles, some old assignments and notes, ma old underwear, some newspapers, and ya.......in huge quantities ma hairs :P
some chocolate and candy's wrappers, some old polythene bags, some chewing gums, empty cold drink bottles,,,,,,,,,,,,,oh I tired of looking and naming them.

Now look at floor
when room was alloted it was white in color, now it is grey, black, brown, cream, deep yellow and......... depending on what was fallen there Maggi, tea, coffee, or water in what proportion.
I hate walking bare foot on floor even two days after taking bath,

Ma table,
it is same colored as floor on half side and other half is taken by my laptop,
screen of ma laptop shows a European as an Asian, due to layers of dirt.

coming back to ants
they are so reckless,
one day I was playing street-fighter and they took ma rasna packet 10-15 cm far from where I placed near ma keyboard, I thought it is work of my hand, but soon I thought, I haven't displaced ma hands from keyboard's keys, and then I picked the packet,.........what I saw was their army below it.
they eat ma maggi, ma rasna, ma biscuits, ma potato chips too.
.................
but more than that they even come on ma water bottle, ma hand-wash, ma face-wash.............even on the allout's liquid bottle.
and I half helpless, half lazy .................

Everyday I call sweeper, when he comes he found me sleeping
from part 10 days this is happening
now even I feel ashamed to call him again.
and I half helpless, half lazy .................

helpless life against love

2010-05-26T12:47:00.000-07:00

Sometimes life play tricks with innocent part of you. You are in no state of happiness or sadness.......... but thinking of acquiring which state ........... question never ends, only life ends.

Johnathan Peter was in love with sherry. He likes her from childhood, from their school days.
But Peter was shy, too shy to look at her, talk to her was his dream in those days.

One day a tornado came and blows up their everything. their families were lucky enough to save their lives. But their everything was lost, their home, their schools community centers all vanished.

Peter went to nearby city's high school and got busy in studies with a dream of making their world once again. Sherry too got admission in a high school but in a different city.
Two years later Peter got distinction and got admission in CGH university which was one of the best in business. Sherry too joined a college near her high school.

No matter how life uses you, it can't vanish the love and same happened in his case. Peter didn't forgot Sherry. He somehow found her contact. By now life made her open enough to talk to a girl.
He called her, with the very first "Hi" he listened, he lost his consciousness. After a few seconds when he came back to earth, he replied to that hi.But he was in some other world. He felt like he was flying in the air. He was found involuntary smiling for two whole days by his roommate.

They talked and chat to each other every 2-3 days. Boy was showing all symptoms of love as declared by romantic novelists. He lost his concentration and some of his appetite. He felt everything good now a days.

but there was a problem,
Girl was angel of beauty and boy was a mere above average built.
He decided to improve his looks for two reasons he thought.........girl will be more happy when a more handsome person proposes her having same love, and other reason was it gives weight to your proposal. Boy was making plans to propose her, improve his looks and how to increase communication with her, boy was getting too much cautious while talking to her, he never talked to her living on this planet.

Life is brutal enough to kill your plans and dreams.

The boy was getting closer to his goal. One day he called the girl.
she picked the phone.
she was in full mood that day, she went on telling her love story that how she is in love for past 10 years and how he proposed her seven months back, how cute her love is.........and so on.

Boy was not feeling sad, although a tear rolled down from his eyes.
But he was feeling much lighter, for the reason he don't know why.
may be because he was happy because his love was happy, may be because he just listen to a fresh love story which is always delightful.

or was he actually happy?

He was actually more than happy.
He got a friend today, he never talked freely to her, due to that love's cautiousness.

A dream shattered and its noise gives birth to a new relation, most powerful relation FRIENDSHIP.

class 5th section D......... first bench

2010-05-26T00:28:00.000-07:00

With her thin school bag,
All books well aligned,
According to the time table,
All things she defined.

With that light pink pencil box,
Both sides accountened,
Having inside all the times,
Black pencils gold-lined.

With neat and clean handwriting,
All letters properly designed,
In English somewhat cursive,
In Hindi perfectly outlined.

To her neat sketches and drawing,
Marks were always propined,
With all complete daily homework,
Tasks were like pipelined.

She maintained her diary,
Every work predefined,
Coming to school before the time,
This thing needs to be underlined.

In her clean school dress,
Always seemed to be ironed,
Even the shoes were polished daily,
Still remember how they shined.

She never got top ranks,
But never got ravined,
Everybody knows except her,
In totality others were outlined.

Having all the good manners,
The little girl was kind,
She had all the qualities,
In students, rare to find.

And I remember much more than this, can write pages describing her :)

SHE-one again

2010-05-23T07:19:00.000-07:00

I called her, she picked the phone
I ordered the watch to stop
Its hands were free now,
Hugging each other with joy.

I shouted with excitement,
Leaves of trees were shaken from sleep
All scolding and complaining,
In day the birds, In night this boy

I looked upwards at stars,
They moves their stares from moon to me
Like they all were kids,
And I am the costliest toy.

I saw left, I saw right,
Everybody was happy for reasons of their own
I timidly said Hi to her
Like it was my first day as an employee.

She didn’t responded, Heartbeat stopped,
With all my effort, again I said Hi
This time she responded, I felt
Getting news, won battle of troy.

We talked for a few minutes,
I was dumb, my body was numb
My heart was speaking, and
I was the leader of this world’s convoy

SHE-again

2010-05-23T07:15:00.000-07:00

Someone is controlling my heartbeat out there
She is sad, my heart goes down
She is happy, is filled with red blood gallons

Someone is controlling my breath out there
She is sad, lungs filled with poison
She is happy, oxygen burst my lungs

Someone is controlling my taste out there
She is sad, everything tastes salty
She is happy, I feel hot chocolate chunks

Someone is controlling my handwriting out there
She is sad, my English looks Urdu
She is happy, Hindi look pearls

Someone is controlling my mood out there
She is sad, I feel like killed insect
She is happy, with walls i can interact

Someone is controlling my mind out there
No says my mind, I am controlled but hold on
She is just in a quarter kg organ right between your lungs

SHE

2010-05-23T07:07:00.000-07:00

She is cute,
she is delicate,
Piece of my heart,
I love to care her.

Her dream comes.
Frequent than sleep
Like my favorite book,
I like to study her.

Her face’s shine
Waves of her hairs,
Like charms of moonlight,
I like to gaze at her.

Her crystal voice,
Echoes of her speech
Like morning chants,
I love to listen her.

Purity of her mind,
Her clear thoughts
Beauty of her soul,
I love to pray for her

Her long lasting dreams,
Her ambitious plans,
Like unobserved globe,
I love to follow her.

She is innocent,
Like hydrogen’s proton
Being valance electron,
I love to pay for her.

Shakespeare’s writings,
Music of the Mozart
All I see in her,
I love to care her

May be you'll never know

2010-05-20T04:18:00.000-07:00

I may not think of you always

But most of the time, I can say

I care for you in my own way,