Sunday, April 23, 2017

The Lost Kid

There is this kid probably 5 years old. Bright eyes, chubby cheeks, smiling face. Wearing clean white shirt, nicely ironed brown half pants, shiny black shoes with the shoe laces beautifully tied as flower petals. Small white and brown striped tie around his neck. Carrying a heavy rectangle shaped school bag, with the two click-clack buttons to open the bag. Inside the bag is his empty lunch box, homework notebooks on one side and books on the other side, nicely arranged. Holding a red colored small water bottle with red strips. Swinging the bottle, he walks. Lost in his own world, smiling and amused at everything he sees on the road, unaware of the cobwebs of the world. He is returning from his school to his home. The sincere most kid one can think of. Finishes his homework on time, eats when his mom thinks he would be hungry, he does not know what is hunger. This is the same street he walks back home from school every day but he still looks at everything with same amusement. Walking through the same narrow streets, soiled road, filled with people, everyone thrice his size, he navigates through legs of strangers. Food and vegetable vendors on both side of the street, shouting as much as their lungs can support to attract possible customers. There are red apples, shiny and reflecting sun’s ray. Another vendor selling guava, the smell attracts him. On the other side of the road is the samosa vendor, taking out hot samosas out of the kadahi, hot oil dripping from it. His small smiley face looks at everything with big eyes. He is smiling and walking, thinking of nothing. Probably he doesn’t know yet that people believe there should be a reason to be happy. He is always happy.

He bumps into a stranger and fells down. His chain of thoughts breaks. He looks up and sees a complete stranger giving a stern look back at him. He rises quickly and run away from the scary stranger. He looks around, the street does not seem familiar to him. He gets confused, runs to the next intersection on street. No, this also does not look familiar. He runs to the next intersection, the water bottle swinging from his shoulder, hitting him on both sides of his waist but he does not feel the pain. The next street is also not familiar. He stands in the middle of the road and starts thinking where he might have taken wrong turn. But he could not figure it out. He decides to run back in the direction he came back from, in hope of backtracking his path. He is a smart kid. The street is still crowded, the vendors are still shouting, oil dripping samosas are still there. But he sees nothing, he smells nothing. All he can hear is gibberish noises. He feels like every eye is watching him. He runs faster. But the street seems to be not going anywhere as if he has been running but he is not moving forward, as if someone is holding him back. He starts panting. He stops running and stand in middle of the street and looks around. All eyes seem to be looking at him. He gets scared. He cannot let people know that he is lost. What if they stole him and take him away from his family? The thought of family moistens his eyes. He looks around for any familiar face, but sees none. He tries to keep calm but he finds it hard. He runs one last time. In a random direction. People around him staring him more now. He runs faster. He is on verge of letting his tears loose. But he cannot let them know he is lost. He feels pain in his chest. He is sweating and really tired. 

He stops running. He looks around one last time to see any familiar face. But there is none. He thinks is he lost? He has never been this scared in his life. He feels weird pain in his belly. He doesn’t understand what it is. He is confused. He prays god to send someone from his family to find him. With all hope he can muster, he looks around once more but sees no one but unfamiliar crowd. He is still trying to hide from people that he is lost but the cloud of tears forms in his eyes. Images of everyone in his family flashes in front of his eyes. He feels restless looking at his mother’s face. He mumbles maa. But all the images vanish. He gets the thought that he will never see those faces again. The thought makes something between his chest pound heavily. He cannot breathe. He opens his mouth to gasp air. It doesn’t help. 

He is lost, he accepts it. He is never going to see his family again. He looks up no more. He loses his last hope. He stands still, motionless, his mind blank, he loses all the emotions at once but sadness. It’s pure sadness. But he still does not cry. He cannot let people around him know he is lost. But he is disheartened. He is never going back home. 

Suddenly he hears a sweet voice calling his name. Everything around him stands still. There is no sound but the one which called his name. He looks up and he sees her. She has no clue that he is lost but one look at his face and she understands everything. Her heart feels his pain and unconsciously she comes on her knees on the soil road, spreading her arm and calling his name again. He just runs. He does not know the feeling. He does not know anything. There is no one around but her. And he just runs into her arms. He let himself loose and cries. Tears trickling from his big eyes moistening his chubby red cheeks. He says nothing nor he feels like saying anything because he knows that she understood everything. He just cries tears of happiness.


Wednesday, July 3, 2013

But the smile remains floating on your lips……….

Often in our life we reach to some point where we are living away from our family and friends, in a new town, at a new place, with new faces around you and sometimes even a new language and culture. The friends with whom you spent your college are all engrossed in their work and life. The frequency of phone calls to each other decreases exponentially. You are too much busy in your work life that you don’t even have time to know who is living in your adjacent apartment. It is in such scenario that one day suddenly you start feeling like crap and you want to leave everything and just sit idle somewhere. You take a small break from your work for coffee, go the office balcony and look down at the people on the ground floor, how small they appear to be from such a height and soon you are lost in your own thoughts. Thoughts from some happy moments with your friends in past, thoughts of your old crush or girlfriend and a small smile floats on your lips. You take a deep sigh and wish you had someone around here, with you, someone who listens to all your nonsense, someone who laughs when you laugh, with whom you want to hang-out,  whose smile is the sweetest thing you could ever taste. Slowly you start forming an image of such a person in your mind and start smiling at the imaginary talks with this person.

How you two walk side by side on a cool evening, the breeze flowing through your hairs and you two exchanging eye contacts now and then. Sometimes talking and sometimes listening, ignorant to everything surrounding you two, walking down an unknown road. And after a few minutes you realize that you have been smiling from ear to ear and then you give a small slap at the back of your head, still smiling at the silly thoughts and slowly start moving towards your desk. But the smile remains floating on your lips……….

Wednesday, December 19, 2012

A Common man on shameful Delhi Gangrape Incident...

i am a common man.... i have seen things like this in the past....every time any thing like this happens....i feel annoyed at my insignificance....about being common.........but i cannot help my self.... i am angry and frustrated at the incident.....on fb, i like the photos and status of the people who are protesting against this to mark my presence and show my anger.....i even share a few..........some of me are even protesting on streets.......i am doing all that is possible for a common man........still i am unsatisfied at my efforts.........but what can i do because i am a common man and i am insignificant...... most of me, are now feeling unsafe and insecure for my own family members.......i cannot even dare to think anything similar coming to them.....still i cannot discuss the issue among my family members......because i am not from a high class society, i am a common man..... i have lots of other things on my mind......i have to worry about my job.....some of me's have to buy household items which wife asked for....another some of me's have to prepare for exam.....some of me's have some celebration coming up in a few days and so I have to make arrangements..........some of me even have to think about how to arrange the school fees of my child...........where do i have time to think of anything else?...........still this incident has annoyed me.......i support that accused in such events should be given no mercy........i am anxious where the society is going, although for a small time...and i know tomorrow i will be back to my daily cycle of routines........its a festive time in country............new movies are being released which i planned long back to watch.........day after tomorrow is 21st december......the whole funny cartoons i will share on that day and laugh out loud on the dumbs who believed in dooms day.............but somewhere inside i am frustrated of tolerating........ and i am annoyed because i am a common man and i feel too insignificant............

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

One of my poems.....



Agar mohabbat hai teri nadiya to dil hamara bhi samandar hai…..
Agar mohabbat hai teri nadiya to dil hamara bhi samandar hai…..
Kisi na kisi sahil pe mulakat to hogi…..       (sahil-  kinara, jaha samandar aur nadi milte ho)

Aaj meri khamoshiya shayad keh na paye tumse kuchh…..
Aaj meri khamoshiya shayad keh na paye tumse kuchh…..
Lekin ek din in nigaho se baat to hogi……….

Agar milna mumkin na hua is jahan me to kya…..
Agar milna mumkin na hua is jahan me to kya…..
Is duniya ke paar koi aur kaynat to hogi….          (kaynat:- nature)

Naam chahe hotho pe  tum na lana mera lekin ……
Naam chahe hotho pe  tum na lana mera lekin……
jab bhi nikloge roshni me hamari parchhai saath to hogi……

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

In Love with Delhi! In love with Shahdara


I have always heard  that "Dilli hai dilwalo ki" (Delhi is the city of people with kind heart). During my stay at Delhi I appreciated this saying and I hope by the end of this article, you will also appreciate it. Firstly a quick overview of how I landed in Delhi. I am doing my 2 month long B.tech industrial internship from a company in Noida(20-25 km from Delhi) and since I have my cousin in IIT Delhi so I stayed there for a month and later on I moved to Shahdara (a locality in Delhi) for the next one month. So this post is out during the duration of my stay at Shahdara.
Without wasting any moment, here I go to show you the generous heart of Delhiites.

The first act of kindness I found at the metro stations of Delhi. You never have to move your body to get into the train. You just need to go and stand in the queue. The people are so generous that they will literally lift you and next moment you will find yourself enjoying the cool air of the ac in the metro. Same applies while deboarding the train.

If you are pleased then this is nothing. The people travelling by DTC bus are even far ahead in kindheartedness. These sweet people are so friendly that when their bus stop comes, they will press you to move out of the bus with them-self, even when its not your destination, only because they do not want to get apart from you. And Masshah-allah their respect for girls and women. They will keep an eye on them during the entire journey, just to ensure that they are in good health, feeling comfortable and cozy and nothing goes wrong with them during the journey.

I hope by now, you too appreciate Delhi. For those who don't I have one more evidence which I am sure will touch your heart and will leave your eyes moist with tears on the generosity of the people. There is a thharra shop (liquor shop) in Shahdara. O' you must visit this famous place. The best time to visit is 7 pm to 10 pm in summers and 6 pm to 9 pm in winters (7 days open). There is great rush of 50-60 people all the time. But people here don't follow the queue system because they feel that everyone has equal right to be at the front. They care about the health of their fellow customers and that is why they constantly try to pull them behind and go ahead them-self so that other persons do not spoil their health due to drinking. Hail to such great lives who sacrifice their health (and sometimes even life) for the cause of the community.
JAI DILLI.

P.S. : This article is meant only for entertaining so please don't let your heart get hurt itself. Please post your comments to let me know how you liked/disliked it and share your thoughts/experiences.

Saturday, May 28, 2011

Delhi Metro Ladies Compartment


Note:The following are my own views and they are not meant to hurt anyone.

In last few days, the ladies compartment of Delhi Metro has been in news due to various reasons. I read views of many people including my friends and classmates. Most of them have same thing to say that its not a right step. On one hand we keep shouting that women are at par with men and on other side we provide special reservations and quotas to them. Moreover many people have problem that many of the girls travel in general compartments of the metro in spite of their being a reserved compartment for them. According to these people, there should not be separate compartments. But when the mother/sister or any young ladies family member of such people is traveling alone in metro, then they instruct her to travel only in the ladies compartment. Why? Lets try to find out the reason



I have been traveling in Metro for last 3 weeks and I have seen a lot of incidents which modified my views. Once I saw two young men standing in the space between the ladies compartment and the next compartment. They were engineers at a very reputed company (that i know because the company icard was hanging around their neck). As there was great rush in the train, many girls were standing around. These two men were continuously gazing at girls and talking vulgar things about them(loud enough so that the nearest standing girls were able to listen to him). Now they were not the only two people who are like that, there are many out there who are far ahead of those two in teasing girls.


So, for the ladies who are traveling alone, I support the idea of the L-compartment. The L-compartment gives the sense of security to the girls traveling without any companion. Now coming on the issue of some girls traveling in general compartments with their boyfriends/family, its simply because there are no couple/family compartments. They have some companion and moreover this companion cannot go inside the L-compartment so their traveling in general compartment is justified. The girls who were shouting slogans against the L-compartment on news channels were mostly those who have never entered a public transport or those who are always surrounded by friends and so occupied in gossiping in metros that are unable to see whats going on around.

P.S.:- I support the idea of separate L-compartment for the ladies traveling alone.

Thursday, May 26, 2011

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Saturday, April 2, 2011

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Tuesday, November 30, 2010

A glimpse of computer student's life at IIT

I know that very few people will be interested in knowing about what is going in the life of a computer science student at IIT because their life is the most dull thing at IIT. But I still present a glimpse of their life to give you some idea of the constant trauma under which they live and still they dare to smile. Here I go.....

3 October,2010
12.10 am
terrace of Mercury hostel
(2 days remaining for minor two to go)

Prabhjot: "Yaar do you remember that in first year we would dance after completion of every assignment."
Shashank: "Yaar don't make me remember those wonderful days. We would dance like mad dogs and now even after completing our exams we have no enjoyment. We have lost our emotions. There is no feeling of joy remaining."
Ashwani: "Yaar no one knows of our status. I think before leaving the campus at least once we should let the profs know about our situation."
Sahil Bhaghat: "They are heart less creatures. Nothing going to change."
Priyanshu: "That's correct but at least they should know our state of life."
Preateek Garg: "Its 12.30 am. I have to study a lot.Abhi kal DBMS ka assignment bhi submit karna hai and minors also starting from day after tomorrow. I am going."
Ashwani: "Yaar I have eco presentation too. I am also going."
Sahil: "Chal yaar padhte hain"

Every one leaves.

40 miutes earlier
2nd October, 2010
11.45 pm
Computer Lab

Whole lab is in chaos. Some of the noises which I am able to hear are-
"Have you completed all the questions?..."
"oh no... half is remaining...."
"Hey! how much time...."
"Have you submitted..."
"Yaar net ki speed nahi aa rahi......."
"Moodle is not working...."
"oh Man only 5 minutes have left for the assignment to submit and I have forgot my password......."
"Does any one has a pen drive? I am going to PHD lab to submit the assignment....."
"Take mine too and do submit it from there...."


For those who are not computer science students at IIT Ropar, let me explain you the situation. Minor exam at IIT have 20-25% weightage of the whole semester. Besides that a computer science student have to do a lot of assignments and projects in each subject he is doing at IIT. This time the third year batch has 2nd minor exam from 5th of October. They have got an ADA(algorithm and Design Analysis) assignment due 3rd October, a DBMS(Data Base Management System) assignment due 4th October, some of them have a Economics presentation on 4th.And never the less the pressure of completing module 1 of PINTOS(operating systems Project). Classes will be running till 4th evening (With an extra class of ADA and 2 extra classes of MAL i.e mathematics). 2 papers daily and 6 papers in total in 3 days back to back which means you can either sleep or just revise half of the course before a paper. By the way our cultural fest ended on 26 September which means that the poor souls who worked in it have got just 9 days to do all these assignments and prepare for exams with of course all the extra classes going on regularly. And beside it a few of them have been preparing for Inter IIT sports meet and so they also have to practice regularly.
Sleep! Leave it. This is the most time wasting activity here.

7th November, 2010
2.30 am
My Room(204, Mercury)

Ashwani enters the room and throw his laptop bag on his bed.
Priyanshu: "What happened? fought with her?"
Ashwani: "Nahi yaar. PINTOS ka panga hai. I understood what to do but I am not able to start writing the code."
Prabhjot: "Same here. What you studied there at the lab?"
Ashwani: "Nothing. Just doing PINTOS."
Priyanshu: "Yaar 10th is the last date for Psycho and 12th ko DBMS ka bhi final submission hai."
Prabhjot: "Tune kitna kar liya?"
Priyanshu: "kahan yaar. I have my eco presentation tommorow. I am preparing for it."
Ashwani: "MAL quiz is also there tommorow."
Priyanshu: "yup! and OS quiz on LINUX is at 3 tommorow only."
Prashant: "Yaar jara dheere baat karlo."


Every body goes back to study and again silence prevails in the room.

Major exams(Final exams) will go from 15 to 22nd november and one good news is that the last date for OS project(PINTOS) has been extended upto 22nd midnight which means after the last paper, we have 12 hours more in our hands to work on it. Yuppy!

22nd November
12 noon
Academic Area

The last paper is over and all the students are happy and in cheerful mood. There is a match between the hostel teams and all the people from other branches are in the grounds. While passing by the grounds, I also stopped for a moment to see the match.
12.20 noon
Trin...Trin...Trin
"Hello"
"Ashwani speaking. Where are you? Come to computer Lab. Bring my laptop with you and come quickly. We have to do PINTOS."
And I dragged myself towards the lab. Semester is over for all other people but for us(the computer department at IIT Ropar), only God knows when the semester will be over. :(

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

My auto adventure


My new semester started from 23rd of July but I reached college on 18th night and thus all this fuss started.

I am tired of answering the question "Tu itni zaldi college kyun chala gaya?" So for all those people who are going to ask me the same question, this post carries the answer.

The auto in the title is not for the word "automatic" but has been used for the "auto ricksaw".

The whole adventure started like this.

"bhaiya old delhi chaloge?"
"150"
"I always go in 100"
"not less than 140"
"chalo 110 le lena"
"last 130"
"Not a penny more than 120"
"sit"

It was around 7.10 pm and my train was scheduled to depart at 8.15 pm. After spending a tiring month in Delhi, finally I was going home. My ecstasy was on highest level. I looked into my watch and told the driver that I had my train at 8.15 and so I had less than an hour to reach the station. Old Delhi station is approximately 21 km from IIT campus. He told that if there is no traffic, we can reach well on time.

But traffic light was not in my favour. We encountered red light at two consecutive turns and thus we were just 2 kilometres from our start in first 15 minutes. It was now time to panic. But somehow I kept calm. I started talking with the driver and within a few seconds I found that he was from my state only. Bingo! I talked to him about a few recent happenings of my state and soon we got acquainted. I was successful in pursuing him to break the signals on next turns. I also told him to take all the shortcuts he knew.

Next turn was near Green Park, a fairly crowded area. The driver was flying the auto and we broke the first signal of our way. I kept him motivating with praising his driving skills now and then. Soon we crossed the India Gate and I found my auto on the Tilak Bridge, the bridge joining new Delhi and old Delhi. It was around 7.50 when we entered the crowded old Delhi Chandani chowk area (Delhi 6). The way to station is such that you have to take a round of The Red Fort. It was 8.00 exactly and I was just a one and half kilometres from the station, hardly a journey of 2 mins. We had to take left from the next turn and then it was just a min of drive and it was done.
We were on the turn in jiffy.But........

Why the hell the municipal people can't take care of the stray dogs! A stray dog was hit by a car and thus the turn was blocked. Bulls**t.... I looked into my wrist watch and shook my head. "Nothing can be done now", I said with a sigh. But the driver said that we can still make it. He took right instead of left. Soon I realised that we were on a one side traffic route and all the vehicles seemed to be coming from opposite side only i.e. we were in "NO ENTRY". Fast moving cars and bikes honking their horns hard at us were passing us. Every now and then it seemed that we were going to bump into some car.
Finally we are arrived at the station. I gave the driver 130 rupees, 10 rupees extra for his good job and also I shook hand with him. It was already 8.05 Ten mins to departure of the train. I ran towards the display board to find the platform number of my train. But there was no display board around. I looked for it here and there but could not find it. I asked coolies but they even didn't know. It seemed to me that this train of mine has been recently started. It was 8.10 now and I was not knowing on which platform to go. I decided to check each and every platform.

But even after that I could not find that train and I was out of senses by now.It was now 8.13. Suddenly I saw an old TTE. I went to to him and showing him my ticket I asked "Uncle! Do you know from which platform this train will leave?" He looked the ticket and with a smile he replied, "Beta! you are on a wrong station. Your train was from Hazrat Nizamuddin station and It must have left the station by now."

And thus, no where to go but college, I came here earlier than all of you.