Dangerous idiot wid a high IQ..

…I remember those tired red eyes far too well…she had been working on the chullha 4 the last 2 hours…cooking food for her family members…before that she was at work..taking care of an officers daughter..she worked as a house maid there…and before that..early in the morning she was in the woods area collecting woods with her mother..

Right now she was standing in front of me urging me to come along with her because she wanted to show me something…I had a lot of experience with this actually…occasionally she used to come to my place to show me all kinda stuff that she used to build..actually invent… out of absolute scrap…and today it was a weird pulley system that she had come up with to help assist her mom in pulling out water from a nearby well…the work of an absolute genius…and all that she had used in constructing it was scrap…quite impressive!!

We had tried showing her work to some school officials…(’we’ includes me and a group of my friends)…trying to get her to attend school on scholarship but it was never appreciated…1nc an HOD in a private school agreed to include a flight model of hers in their exhibition…that brought us some relief because a number of credited personalities were going to attend that exhibition…

We had participated in that exhibition to since we were representing our own school…I lot of guests took gr8 interest in that model…studied its theories..heard the presentation…but up to no result..later when our group was frantically irritated by their lack of interest we asked one of the professors what of wrong with the model…

He just smiled at us and said..:”this is india kids..just brain alone does not matter…and as 4 the model…the girl is just another dangerous idiot who happens to have a high IQ..”…

I dnt knw if I have still understood the true essence of what he meant..but probably he did have a point…

अभियान

जिनको उनपर हे गर्व nahi

जिनको उनकी हे शर्म नहीं

जिनको उनकी महानता पर

अब भी है विशवास नहीं

वो लेखक हो या शासक हो

विद्वान हो या विधायक हो

हो किसी भी दल के वो नेता

या रंग मंच के अभिनेता

काबा हो चाहे कशी हो

साधू हो या सन्यासी हो

में इतना उनसे पूछ raha

yug hua kalankit to bolo

yug nirmata ka kya hoga

badnaam bhale hum हो jayen

badnaam bhale tum हो jao

badnaam hui yadi aazadi

to bharat mata ka kya hoga

tum kehte हो vedvyas karen kalpana shyam ki yahan

tum chahte हो valmiki karen kalpana ram ki yahan

पर tumne kabhi नहीं socha is ram rajya ki chaya में

lov kush jab bhukhe soenge

to bholi sita ka kya hoga

ai ram mere batla mujhko

yadi hua na tera raj tilak

to is janta ka kya hoga

में shama na manguga tumse

पर mujhko aisa lagta हे

gandhi subhash nehru ka

itihaas kahi se choot gaya

vah jo roshni deta tha

suraj chand sitaron sa

aakash kahi se toot gaya

phir ek naya itihaas banane ko

 balidaan desh ne manga हे

yah rakht na jaye sookh kahi

अभियान desh ne manga हे..

               -कर्नल समर वीर सिंह

LOST AND FOUND...

….it was 1nc truly said…if theres heaven on earth..thn its here…

Yes. I m talking about my birth place. Kashmir…I have got the privilege of being 1 of the FEW lucky ONES to be born there. An absolute honor…theres just 1 word dat defines the place 4 me:PURE.. Like serenity itself resides there. An untouched mixture of beauty n divinity.. Your eyes will never get tired of looking around and blinking actually becomes an effort since you would not like to miss even a flash of its beauty…

I had been to this place when I was very young but still I remember every part of it. Like it was just yesterday…when dad had come to pick us ol up at the Jammu airport and from there we had gone to srinagar..Where he was posted at that time…this was my first mountain area visit since I had never seen how the hilly areas were before it…and as it is. First experiences do form milestones in ur memory. it was exactly like dat..

We were staying at the officers mess at srinagar in sleeping bags… again one of my favorites and anthr new experience... with a broken bed. Now thats another interesting story where my dad had jumped on the bed to attend a phone call and it had snapped and all of us sitting on it including my mother had gone down..bt lets leave it 4 some other time..

In those days when v were there a picnic was organized at a near by station called pehelgaum..n since my sister was not well…only i and daddy had gone…the place was another example of why people love Kashmir so much….a seasonal river flowed rite past the picnic spot and the water was so cold that it irked my spine with rapid chills. There were commandos and security officials all around too..nw this is one those things that I love about the army…even in one of the most sensitive areas of Kashmir..here we were. A whole unit of officers and more having a party cum picnic with extra protection and stuff..but still celebrating..god!!i lov the forces…

Okay. Coming back to where I was. I had to get myself a soft drink and I lightly told my father about it and then went in search of the bar....those who know my father will totally agree that my father remains engrossed in watevr hes doing at a particular time..and at  that particular moment he was discussing some political issue with some seniors so he completely missed it when I told him dat I was excusing myself 4 a moment..

As soon as his discussion got over and he looked around..he found me missing..he looked here and ther 4 a while bt when I was nowhere to be seen then he got worried..if I say it in my fathers words..then he had never been more concerned…..he started looking 4 me frantically..and when I was nowher to be found he told the security guards to look 4 me as well.. dad tells me that those were the most scaring and emotionally devastating 15 mins of his life where he felt completely helpless…he was angry at himself…he could think of nothing else at that particular time..i was all that occupied his mind then..he was even considering the possibility that some terrorists had kidnapped me..today  however this thot appears to be really funny but at that point of time it was mind-wrecking to him…his eyes frantically searching 4 nething purple since I ws sporting a purple sweater dat day..and just when he was about to inform the commandant about me missing..i came out of the bar corner with a coca-cola in my hand obviously looking 4 my father too..i had no idea wat had been goin on for the last 15 mins since I was too busy fighting the crowd at the bar..

The sense of relief that spread over dads face cannot be described in words by me..he had hugged me so tight and 4 so long that I kept wondering what had happened..at that particular time I could not understand what had actually happened..but when dad tells me about tht day I can still see the same fear in his eyes till date..the fear of loosing a precious dear one..

So here I m finally ending todays story ..actually a real life experience..and urging all of you out there..to seek out some time out of your busy schedules to tell ur dear ones how much they mean to you..it does not have to be a dinner or an outing necessarily..just a long enough hug to make them realize how priceless they are is good enough I guess..and on this happy note..i end today..

Will be back soon..leaving u to ponder on how lucky u r to b loved so deeply..PEACE!!

if only...

..for ol the fun dat i had today..still d dreams are solemn...this feeling dat keeps on reminding me dat i hv to work upon myself continuously n consistently..for out ther in the  real world theres a lot dat i have to face..a lot dat i have to fight ..n i listen to my fathers voice on my cell motivating me from the  othr end, urging 4 jst one thng..dat being CONSTANT VIGILANCE...n when i look back at my day..n d time dat i hv spent..i dnt really see anything worthwhile dat i did the entire day...n listening to daddys urges n motivational toks suddenly becomes so difficult..with those tears in my eyes..dat wernt really ther a few seconds ago..for all the hopes and dreams dat he has 4 me...4 all the expectations tht i hv to make cum true...for ol the shopping dat my mother has to do on my card..4 all d gifts dat i hv to gv my brother..a big nothing..nothing at all..

n i turn my dads smiling photo kept on my study table down bcoz i cnt let him see the shame in my eyes for wasting yet another day...i wish he wud shout..shout and take out all his anger on me..but wat will the photo do..just nothing..because it sits ther..smiling just smiling..at what i do evryday..complaining about nothing...questioning about nothing...and now i know what sum1 meant when he had said dat SILENCE KILLS..because here i m a verdict and his silence s killing me..for he always accepts my flaws wid a smile..n all i can do is lower my eyes..because i cant see all that hurt in his eyes..deep down inside..d expectations...d dreams..d hopes..evrything ol over again..its ol over again..LOVE U DADDY..LOVE U A LOT..n i promise i ll try..4 what u dream..is ol dat means the world to me..

My cardboard crown….

..gosh!!!i still remember d day far too clearly..d previous night I had slept peacefully enjoying d fact dat d next day was a holiday…nw before I continue..u jst hv to know this dat m a complete sloth n I loooooovv sleeping..so d mere thought of a holiday is extraordinarily intriguing to me…n I gladly retire to bed smiling ,switching my alarm off..because I don’t hv to get up d next morning…

Okay!!!coming to dat particular day dat I was discussing..well it was pretty much one of those lucky days 4 me wen I hd peacefully slept unknown of the adventures dat wer bout to unfold the very next day…

I remember getting irritated by the loud pitch voice of my matron shouting AISHWARY!! AISHWARYA…dat morning…my alarm was obviously snoozing itself…n I was praying to god in my sleep to let a second aishwarya appear in d hostel dat morning so dat I cud continue my priceless sleep..bt this obviously did nt happen…as always!!

Here I forgot to tell u about d reason of the holidy…COLLEGE ELECTIONS…I so loved it at the tym I had heard it..2 days holiday 4 no particular reason…since the college student union was being selected…okay people!!Sorry bt I got distracted again..

Coming back to the screeching of my matron..well..my tutor guardian was calling me so dat she had somebody in the elections who was representing our department…since evry1 was busy sleeping back home…n I had obviously becum the ‘bali ka bakra’..bcoz I stayed in the college hostel…oh was I pissed guys…I was duh pissed..n hence I locked myself in a friends room n slept again..bt the screeching did nt stop..

N unfortunately I was dragged out of that locked room, without even washing my face, in a crumbled out-of-the-dirt-basket uniform..With my swelled up eyes…to the college…n guess wat??i just didn’t become the class representative of my class..but also the president of the college n the student union …n if this was nt enuf I was also elected the president of the literary  and cultural society..BLESS MY STARS..

MY CARDBOARD CROWN  was rightly at its place..wen I was standing next to my principal n director..in a crumbled uniform..n uncombed hair..getting clicked by a professional photograph…wats even worse s dat I saw dat photo of mine in ol d local newspapers d very next day…n along wid the student union oath I myself took the oath of being a chilled out  and free-to-all president..since ths CARDBOARD CROWN of mine was shoved on to me with ol kind of hitlership..(if dats a word)…n d worst ......was about to start 4 d college..becoz I had had enuf…n  nw it was their  turn..i ll show them wat badla s 4 real..n I did…my princi has still nt been able to cum out of the sadma dat I kept giving her 4 d entire tenure f my presidentship…she ll nvr 4get me..i made sure dat she never does…

D cardboard crown had spent its worth..yet again..;p..huhuhahaaa..!!

4 all d lies, fights n taunts:a monkey 4 a frnd...

...U knw I hv been thnking of d title alone of this  blog 4 d last 2 hrs…so u cn well imagine wat it is like to be writing it…I can understand the confusions u feel..wondering what does a monkey have to do with me..n I promise by the time you finish reading u would be evn mor confused..

According to a biological definition,’’ A monkey is any cercopithecoid (Old World monkey) or platyrrhine (New World monkey) primate. All primates that are not prosimians or apes are monkeys. The 264 known extant monkey species represent two of the three groupings of simian primates (the third group being the 22 species of apes). unlike apes, monkeys usually have tails.’’

Hereby I take the opportunity to introduce a new species to the 264 already known, something of a nomad combination…MY CATROL VANCLIECHIN…

Some eminent differences between the general species and the new one are as follows:

·         Gorillas walk on there knuckles  so all the body weight wont go on its hands.

It can walk uprite but upto no good because keeps on banging in stuff and getting kicked in ol the wrong places and then found limping..or bandaged..

·         Monkeys and gorillas are usually in groups.

It plays in groups..goes around in groups but occasionally found on the college roof singing ol alone..

·         They swing on trees to stay away from predators.

Generally remains pissed off  them..

·         Monkeys do not like to be touched (unless instructed to do so by Monkey)

Loves any kinda touch…female touch is at higher priority..

·         Do not make direct eye contact with Monkey for more than 4 seconds

It myt try to seduce u…

·         Monkeys have no patience

Another similar quality…has no patience…

·         Monkeys can and will exhibit outbursts of sudden and deadly rage if provoked

Widout the provocation also that rage can be experienced..

·         unlike apes, monkeys usually have tails.’’

·         Ths 1 has no tail…bt no guarantees taken..it myt be hiding it…

The first tym I met this creature I was awed by his liveliness…the only creature who seemed to be alive..and ITS charm is as such dat  u can never remain untouched  by it…if u r amongst the few lucky ones who get to be a part of ITS life…

Wats evn weirder is dat u will love and hate IT at the same tym..i say this out of experience..since I can never figure out if I m pleased wid IT or pissed AT IT..i have never met a creature  dat s equally IRRITATING,BUGGING,NAGGING,FRUSTRATING,TROUBLING N CLUELESS…

THER IS THS SONG DT REMINDS ME OF IT EVRY TYM I LISTEN TO IT…HERE R SOME OF THE LYRICS DAT RELATE TO IT THE MOST:

Hat re nigode neem ke pakode

Picha kyu na chode ghume dayen bayen

Tujhko sudharu juti me utaru

Sir pe de maru tere dhaye dhaye

Romeo bina permit ho gaya

Tu to aivayi aivayi aivayi lutt gaya…

SOME OTHER LYRICS ARE EVN MORE INTRIGUING,HERE:

Chal chal chori patti nahi

Dolon se umar saali katti nahi

Khub pehchanu tere dil me he kya

Fitrat choron ki palatti nahi…

HHAHAAA!!!!nw u get a faint idea of wat m tolking about..bt it jst does nt end here..tragically…L..some ending characteristics of this new species..just in case u end up seeing it somewhere :

1.kiddish and childish..

2.takes out his rage on himself..

3.probably likes wearing black a lot…

4.die hard sportsman..

5.funny on the outside..unpredictable on d inside..

6.very very unstable..

7.heights of uncertainity..

8.cannot be tamed..

9.self-centred unto an unbearable extent..

10.will do d exact opposite of what its told..

Despite of all this…it can be classified as a living being because sometimes it demonstrates the presence of a live heart…u can get angry and it will try to make u happy…it can tolerate the worst of ur moods..it can make u smile no matter what u r going through..n sometimes portrays immense patience..

Soooo at the very end of it ,I m the proud discoverer of this new species…n as confused about the whole thing as you are…!!!bcz no matter how much I try it still continues to amaze me wid new stuff beyond words!!!…n as science says ‘’the study goes on..n thers certainly no end to a discovery…’’

TILL LATER..So long…

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ths s new: this s new!!!!: "heya!!!here i m finally...wanted 2 b a blogger 4 so long dat nw dat m here i hv very lil idea xctly wat to do...wat to write..wat wud b d be..."

this s new!!!!

heya!!!here i m finally...wanted 2 b a blogger 4 so long dat nw dat m here i hv very lil idea xctly wat to do...wat to write..wat wud b d best thng to write..deleting...backspacing...editing...n evrythng..there r jst so many ideas.....so many issues...so many conclusions ..n wat can i write or say dat has not already been written here..its typical as of now...
lets start wid d basics..as in how to use this blog space..this reminds me of my days wen i hd firstly started using facebook..i found it so complicated...nt really!!evn if not complicated..i found it confusing...changes wer evident...for example..ther wer no scraps...instead there ws this wall wher people wrote stuff..ne kinda stuff..d wall concept ws new..d sharing concept was new to me too...
its d same ol over again...bt wat gives me some relief s dat i worked facebook up..i hav in my own world conquered it...n so ths should be no different..i ll be fetishly blogging soon..till thn..adios...
with a promise to be back...n very soon too...
tk cr..