PEACEFUL WARRIOR....
Well, amidst all the hullabaloo regarding college administration, the fiasco-least expected, the mess that could have been avoided, all that jostles your mind, makes you break yourself out, cry out of the feeling of despair that triggers your thoughts every other moment making it easier for you to loathe the college administration and power.
Here the perfect thing that could happen and mind you the only thing different from all the others is watching this movie named Peaceful Warrior
and thanx 2 gitanjali, i took her advice or else i couldn't have been blessed with the most inspirational dialogues i ever heard...

And seriously indeed it has made me much much wiser today. Wiser by both thought and action. The protagonist withholding his valiant skills and assets never to be subdued or flawed by external elements. Such is the magnificence of being at the top not at the cost of others being subordinate to you but because you know you have been there and done that with your efforts being utilised to the maximum.

And here i would like to state one very famous one-liner which can really teach all those running behind fame without much application of their cognitive skills

The journey is what brings us happiness not the destination

This reminds me of the recent Kangkan Pujari case where the results seem to get derailed every other day but the very fact of a few days of unity being put to display by all the final yearyts for a single cause and that to put to effective use is what is noticeable. The journey is what is worth to come to the forefront, not the source neither the destination

But all this don't come so easy. The realisation of this fact is not yet engraved unto me even. It takes a lot to understand. It takes alot to keep digging yourself all throughout without caring for the end results. And why shouldn't it be when everyone
around you does the same, this is where the story strikes out. Perseverance and determination builds through you, it intrigues one by inspiring one to rub off all the bullshit that tells one that one isn't enough.

It poses the question. What are you? the answer comes...The Moment.
If you cant transgress the present with your valiance then you're nothing. One has to live with time and not fade away with time. Momentary happiness doesn't count, what counts is the way you've tackled the hurdles and how you led those hurdles to be considered as momentary.

here is where the Peaceful Warrior stands. Heightened. At the Top. Magnificent and humble. Zenith is where his position is.

The Unspoken

Subjugate your thoughts of action
Malign your own identity..
Overshadowed by Numbness
Yet trying to prove your fidelity!!!

Foregone are the times
When things were understood..
Be no matter concrete or abstract
Realized without words of relevant mood....

Now contemplating those times
You feel dismayed, disgraced..
Questions, critics pour in
Choice to justify never gifted...

Mould yourself to net get jolted
By the incorrigible situation's frame
Helpless are you
Coz there's nobody you can blame!!

Morbid seems your life
Tears replace your best companion
And when you try yo question
Situations leave you all alone

Expectations fail, Weakness crawls in
Strength of mind gets challenged
Support is what you need
But Dejection is what you get!!!!

What a scare!!!!

The Mangalore plane crash and just within 6 days of the incident u get 2 witness 3 more ought to be accidents which very fortunately indeed were averted..thanks to the stars of the passengers..and to speak of stars maybe even I would like to thank mine considering the very evening of 13th may when I was strangled inside the Spicejet flight heading towards Guwahati from Kolkata for more than say 8 hours…phew…
Still can’t forget what a ride that was…when you think of that bizarre storm that caught the flight by its heels compelling the flight to turn itself into a roller-coaster with the mere difference of the passengers stranded inside and caught with fear of life. What else could one expect? When you can witness the strokes of thunder enveloping a large mass of cloud within a reach of just 100 meters from you and with the sensitivity of the body of the airplane just a mere stroke on the slightest body part would have caused us to be dead that very moment. And we all had nothing at all in our hand being at an altitude of 30,000 feet or more. To add to this fearsome situation was the very fatigue associated with staying seated inside the flight for 8 hours. I mean what a route---Ahmedabad to Kolkata then Kolkata to Guwahati and then again back to Kolkata(due to inability to land in Guwahati) and then finally to Guwahati. And then you come out of all this breathing fresh air it just feels like heaven…not to forget you are alive..:P
And just some days after this incident you hear of the Mangalore massacre…a death toll huge enough to run the chills through your spine and how did the entire thing got drafted. I mean the entire route went smooth and then just after landing on the runway. When the passengers actually feel relieved of the thought that they have finally landed but suddenly the plane overshoot and BOOM…split into two halves and what a landing it chose--right onto the deep dark pits of a jungle…sad it is!!!
And the toll…reducing the size of many families not by just by one two but even to the extent of 16. Yes there were 16 members of a family aboard making their way to Mangalore to have a last look of their dead grandmother. The entire airline industry taken by a jolt alongwith the nation with such a probable disastrous folly on the part of the pilot…
And seeing the aftermath one would have expected that it just occurred and it would soon pass by from your minds but not when you have similar accidents which would have occurred but very fortunately they were avoided. Just look at this..one of my relations in this Mumbai bound flight which was just about to land and then it just noticed in time that another indigo flight was on the same runway where it was about to land. And there it took an upward flight again saving the life of some 300 passengers aboard on both the flights…!!!
Indeed the survivors would consider themselves the lucky bunch of people but what about the airline industry. What are we the commuters to think of them? Indeed at times we feel these people have been doing a great job but the next moment our thought gets questioned again. Are we(the survivors)to feel lucky that the crew has very well engineered itself out of the upcoming trouble or to grumble at how could such technical mistakes occur? In an environment of suspensions and strikes, our life comes to a standstill but how well guaranteed is our journey is what is driving this atmosphere to perplexity. The question remains as to how well the airline industry would fight itself back to regain our faith…

Bro n Me


Shells of Love, rocks of Hatred
Quarrels and fights- physical or verbal
This is what my mind turns to
On my Bro's birthday I end up being jovial

Oh me! a toddler since
Recall moments of my eyes being flooded
With tears caused by
Bro's mere intentions of me getting hassled

Moving ahead to my next stage
Amassing physical strength was of importance
'coz it was a matter of survival
With both me n bro not considering defeat's acceptance

Boys, sports, movies, comics
I was one amidst them
Bro's fanaticism, contagious as it was
i was definitely not to blame

Whilst all my days at home with me n bro side by side
"Storms" came, went- only to be overshadowed by moments of breezy tide

The more our duel earned fame, the more our love grew
That he was the "one man I had to idealise"- I finally knew

Then came separation as part of life's parcel
But hardly did it matter as our bonding was eternal.

I missed him many times though
Like lovers do, n so do mothers
Yet mine was different
'Coz i had the greatest of all the brothers!!

His gifts, his advice both came in abundance
But never does he flower his love for me with exuberance

Yet underneath hidden feelings n unexpressed emotions
His disguised countenance is what in my mind I portray
And that is why I want you to realise
Bro I got the "greatest gift" on your birthday!!

Here's your sister, your protege
Pray all the love and happiness for you on your birthday!!!

Home is where my HEART lies!!!!

uhh...well i still remember this wasnt what i had in my mind in my initial years of college...i do remember how a single month of vacation seemed like years n how frantically i used to yearn to be back 2 college n start counting my days the day i reached home....how i used to loathe those people who used to run away to their homes every weekend n had considered myself lucky that i dont stay anywhere near Surat so that i am spared from these regular visits to home.....
but ya after 3 years in college things have indeed changed....
now that vacations have started am just looking forward to be @ home and just wishing that this vacation never ends....n what else can u expect when its my 7th month since i had been 2 home last....n ya am not trying to refrain myself to the life of a college-goer but the point is now am just too saturated...a year full of what not...every single aspect of college has drained me and am just dying to feel d bliss of HOME...d couch where i can just sit n relax...watch TV for the whole day...have all my favourite delicacies at just a single request...maneuvre my days till d last hour be4 dawn...not anticipating to wake up early d next morning by the pangs of attending class...uhh this is what is heaven...after 6 n a half months in college at a stretch...
i still believe that everybody must be sharing the same feeling but the point is i cant believe that its me who is feeling so....i mean longing for home...well i wasnt somebody of that matter...homesickness wasnt in my genes ever...i still remember how i used to dread the thoughts of going to home, meet up people coming from all around(dunno y people frequenting my home increases when am @ home), mum cribbing day in and out @ my lazy goofy nature n compulsions of making social visits to alot many places i never knew ever existed....
but this time am game for everything not that am welcome to all these homely schedules(after all am not that easy with mum n dad) but yeah i just am waiting for that phase...that phase where i feel yeah its my space, my world and i have everything working out as i wish 2...letting my nerves soothe to the tunes of the humming waves arising out of an ocean full of me...
i seriously am getting the feeling of a temporary metamorphosis of the cycles of my daily college life..and the best part is am ready for it...