Home away from home.... CHINMAYA MISSION

RAINDROPS KEEP FALLING ON MY HEAD

The Music of my lyf

Bikes, fashion, low waist jeans, late night parties, hmmm..... Naaaaah... Not me!! Soccer, Raindrops, Nature, Animals, but full of masti and shararat. That's the way I am. Yehi meri life hain, jisme hain full of fun and excitement. Baarish mein bhingte huye cold drink pina ya phone par ghanto baat karna, yehi hoon main. Doston ko tang karna, apne hi dhun me rehna, aaj me jeena, yehi hoon main.
Naa kisi chiz kaa darr, naa kisi chiz ki tension, aisi hi hoon main - bilkul bindaas! Mera motto, "Bindaas jiyo, khao, piyo, mauj manaao, kya pata kal ho naa ho." Ya fir, "Don't imitate others while let others imitate you," yani tum tum raho, kisi aur ki tarah mat bano, balki dusro ke liye role model ban jaao. Isliye I'm zaraa hatke, I mean a li'l unique. Meri duniya ek alag kisam ki duniya hain, jahaan par sabka swagat toh hain par koi aanaa hi nahi chahta. Baarish mein bhingna, nange pair ghoomna, har jawaab ka ulta jawaab dena, aisi hi hoon main. Main jo hoon, wo dikhta nahi, aur jo dikhta hain, wo main hoon hi nahi. Har ek problem ka solution hote huye bhi, khud problem mein phans jaati hoon. Har ek raaste ka ek aur rastaa nikaalna, khud ka kaam naa karke auron ka kaam karna, aisi hi hoon main!! Science and Maths, Yuk!!! English, Sanskrit, S.St... WOW!!! Doctor, Engineering, sab puraani baatien!!! Journalism, Armed forces - great and challenging!! Kabhi socha hum kitne famous lady doctors ya engineers ka naam jaante hain par Kiran Bedi aur Barkha Dutt ka naam toh har hindustani ke honthon par hain... Isliye....

" YE HAIN MERI KAHAANI
FAKIRO KI VAANI AUR JAWAANO KI ZABAANI, ki...
KUCH ALAG SA KJARKE DIKHANA HAIN
AAGE BADHTE JAANAA HAIN
KOI MUSHKIL YA RUKAVAT AAYE TOH USKO TORTE JANA HAIN...
JEENA HAIN TOH KHULKE JIYO
VARNA AAGE MARTE JAANAA HAIN!!!! "

My sister

When Noopur turned 18

23-11-2010

Three days to go to commemorate the 2nd anniversary of the deadly and probably the most shocking happening of the year 2008.. Yeah, well, that's for the 26-11 incident which awakened a lot of us from our dreams of a secured nation. Was it the fault of our Govt system? or the Police force? or the Army? Not always, they can be blamed. We have an equal fault of letting this happen to us. The incident was necessary for us to realize the power of people in a democracy. The power can only be realized if we make an effort to go to the grass root level of this problem of terrorism. Only responsible citizens can avoid such situations who don't sleep but are alert.. Alert in the sense of our duties and reponsibilities towards our nation. Killing thousands of Kasaabs may not actually solve the problem unless we are prepared to fight...
So, friends, wake up before it's too late.
Jai Hind

Through an open KHIRKEE

Through the open ‘Khirkee’
An insight into the modern village

Khirkee is a small village on the outskirts of Saket. “Khirkee”, as the name suggests, showed openness to all the visitors who flocked into the place. There were children, women and men who gathered for a presentation made by the students of School of planning and Architecture (SPA). Being one of the invitees, I decided to explore and discover this small hamlet. There was a section where the photographs of kids (which were clicked by the students during their research) were pasted. The kids jumped excitedly showing their friends and parent their snaps. Many of them pulled them out and took them home as souvenirs. Many of them were busy posing so that people can click their photographs. The small hamlet of a population approximately 1750 was elated with the thought of getting interviewed and photographed. I thought of informally talking to them as I had to wait for Rohan. By talking to them, I realized that there was something inside me which’s constantly telling me to write on their behalf – their stories. The hamlet was a hub of migrants who were either thrown out by their homes or their countries. There were also some people who came into the village in search of better opportunities or livelihood. The kids mostly went to either schools or Madarsaas which suggested that they were being moulded so that they can bring better livelihoods to their families. I was loitering around the path in search of a person to begin with my quest for knowledge about that hamlet. After almost fifteen minutes, I finally decided to start with an old woman who was staring at me for quite a long time. 70 year old Chandravati Saini was the oldest resident of Khirkee village. She was a bit reluctant and shy to answer my questions. She had a lovely garden from which she gifted me a beautiful flower. She wanted to repaint the hamlet of Khirkee with the colours of nature – Brown and White. 30 year old Prakash is residing in Khirkee since his birth. He works as a temporary sweeper in the mosque complex. According to him, people can’t read Namaaz in the mosque because it has been taken over by the ASI. The colour with which he associates Khirkee is silver because of the silver carvings at the doors of the Masjid. The 33 year old presswallah Laxman Singh is originally from Bharatpur, Rajasthan. He’s been coming to Khirkee to serve its people along with his wife since twelve long years from the neighbouring Sangam Vihar. He couldn’t think of a colour to repaint Khirkee but finally settled on the colour pink. He gifted a piece of charcoal as a token of love. 48 year old Md. Asif escaped from Afghanistan in May 2010 and couldn’t think of any colour to repaint the village except gray. He feels very awkward to see the reserved nature of the people residing. 38 years old Dinesh Mongia owns a video parlour, which is supposed to be the favourite hang out place for boys of 14 – 19 years of age. He wants to repaint the hamlet green because of the prevailing Muslim majority. 11 year old Jyoti Thakur was the youngest of the lot I spoke to. She studied in class V in the neighbouring ‘Shantiniketan Public School’. Sometimes, she enjoys playing badminton in the evening with her friends Reshma and Jannat. She wants to repaint the hamlet brick red because of the prevailing love in the hearts of people of Khirkee. There were few foreigners who were also trying to communicate with the locales. The people were so warm and open to the outsiders like the ‘window’ which’s open to different types of climate. So, this was a small gist of what I saw through the open ‘Khirkee’ before Rohan came down to meet me.

16th November, 2010..
7: 14pm

Love Vs Friendship

Love makes you live
Friendship lets you live
Love starts with silence
Friendship starts with shouts
Love says I’ll be there for you
Friendship says I’m there for you
Love makes you feel good
Friendship makes you feel heaven
Love ends however
Friendship ends never….

P.S. Would you like to be my friend?

STUDY

Study

Study! Study! Study!
For parents, it’s our duty
For teens like me, it’s just a hobby
What if there was nothing to read and learn?
What if people never cared about the money to earn?
Why do people only build up stress?
Do you know what causes these all?
Do you know what is it called?
It’s study, study and study
which only pisses off everybody.
I’m just fed up of this part of the day.
It’s just a despair which comes on our way.
I wish that this thing just goes off my head soon.
I wish I could only gaze at the sun and the moon.
I wish I had nothing to write and read,
I wish I was totally freed.
Please do something to ease down my pain
I am sure that I would never complain.


17th march 2010

Reconnect = Remember + Connection + Networking

What feelings do you have when you reconnect? Do you feel sad and nostalgic? Well, I feel happy and positive when I reconnect to my past. Do you know why!? Because reconnect simply means remember and avoid the mistakes you made, connect to the people you shared company and keep on networking i.e. staying in touch with those people. Whenever I dropped into Vishwa Bharati, people would come up with a question – “Don’t you like your current school (Somerville) or are you still attracted to Vishwa Bharati?” Well, there’s an easy answer to all such queries and questions. I could reconnect to Vishwa Bharati as I could do for all my previous schools. Reconnect is only possible when you have previously been connected to it. Well, when I reconnect to Vishwa Bharati Public School, I connect to my teachers. Thus, I would thank the entire staff of Vishwa Bharati for helping and guiding me as the beacon of light for me. Then, if I reconnect to the school, it reminds me of my first set of friends – Shreya Babbar, Anshu Patnaik, Srishti Pande, Shubhranshu Chaudhary, Mohnish Sharma, Mohit Bhatnagar, Aruna Krishnaswamy, Shweta Bisht and Vasundhara. Heartfelt thanks to all of you for being on my side and cheering me up in the times I was in need of a true friend. If I connect to my class, I connect the most to X – A (2007 – 08) and my new set of good friends – Neha Priya, Vidhan Agarwal, Prachi Shukla, Gargi Joshi, Sanchari Bhattacharya, Vidhi Agarwal and most importantly Raghav Mittal who are still in touch. Thanks to the communication system for keeping these lovely spirits in my heart forever. And now time comes to remember the times when we had canteen parties for almost no reason, times we bunked our Geography classes and Bharti Ma’am chasing us, the times we slept in Nisha Madam’s classes (History), the times we played dumb charades in between the classes, the times we didn’t submit our EVS notebooks etc. So, you can see I could reconnect because of a connection with these people and events. I remember these times and people so that I don’t falter in the near future. Being a baby bird (now of course grown up), ready to take its flight beyond the horizon, I hereby hum a prominent tune.
“Chalte chalte…….. meri ye geet yaad rakhna,
Kabhi Alvida Naa Kehna……..”

MY HIGH SCHOOL DAYS

1st July, 2008, I clumsily broke the glass while sipping water after my breakfast but my mother said that was lucky. Lucky for what??? Well, I was turning over a new leaf. I was turning over a new leaf. I was entering my high school after a fun filled and tension free senior secondary school. I was about to go to a new school where although I had some friends but in a new environment. Wearing a shirt and skirt after wearing salwar kameez for two long years was something special and different. I had a brand new, trendy, cool and smart bag hung at my back gifted to me by my grandmother. My sister helped me make my bag more cool by making some ‘Scooby Strings’ and hanging them on my bag. My parents, although a bit apprehensive, stood there with pride as they saw their daughter climbing the stairs of high school. While moving towards the car, I clearly remember the song which inspired me throughout my high school – “Ruk jaanaa nahi, tu kahin haar kar………… O rahi, O rahi…..” When I stepped into the school, I went exactly twelve years because I had the same feelings i.e. a bit happy yet a bit anxious. It reminded me my first day at school (Nursery) when my mom asked me not to cry. I promptly replied that why should I be crying rather it should be the teachers who’ll cry (because of my mischief). Somehow, many thoughts flashed my mind – whether I would make rapport with teachers just or should I make new friends first. Most of them would have chosen the later but I travelled on the road less travelled and went on to make good communications with my teachers. This later turned hard on me. Nevertheless, my class teachers (for both these years) were just so loving and caring that I saw my mother in them. A few days later, while I was trying to adjust in the school, a book worm in me asked about the library. My passion for reading and quizzing took me no time to make friends with Ganpule Ma’am and many others (who’re just my library friends). I became very popular in the school because of my happy – go – lucky, loving and caring nature (not only among teachers but students as well).I’ve experienced a flavour of fun, depression, victory, defeat, pride, misunderstanding, dare etc. Last day, Priyanka asked me, “Why don’t you care when people criticize you”? I replied her calmly “Revenge is almost like biting a dog because the dog bit you.” She had a gentle laugh and went away. I made some everlasting friends whom I can’t simply forget and I’m sure that they won’t forget me either. I had nice with teachers mostly because I was outdated with the daily soaps and serials (especially Roadies and Splitsvilla). The juniors especially XIthes and IXthes were very close to me and I’ll never forget them for they were my support system. Whatever may be the situation and mood of the day, I still want to sing the song –
“Give me some sunshine, give me some rain
Give me another chance; I wanna grow up once again…”
At last, thank you teachers and thank you friends for making me what I’m today as I leave my school life here and now.

I remember.....

I remember the day when I was too small,
The times when I was loved and adored by all.
I remember the entire motor ride,
And even my tiny favourite place to hide.

I also remember my first set of friends,
And the days when I followed my own set of trends.
I remember my first day at school,
And the time I realized that everything had a rule.

I remember the day when I reached Kahalgaon,
And the days now were just wow.
I remember the times when I was too naughty,
And the days I came back with dresses dirty.

I remember my list of new crushes,
As well as that of lost pens, pencils and brushes.
I remember the beatings and scolding I had got,
Because I trouble my parents a lot.

ADIEU

When I came, I thought I would get nothing
But today as I say adieu, I want to say something.

I loved the care you showered on me,
I loved the way you scolded me when naughty I used to be
I loved the way you gave me responsibility,
The first day I took charge of the entire library.

But its time to bid you farewell
The teacher with whom I mostly gel,
The teacher who took me as I am,
The teacher who made me what I am.

You taught the essence of life and love to me,
For that reason I am thankful to thee.
Thank you is now spoken by by my heart,
Which is heavy as we part.

But nonetheless the world is round,
Look for me and you will find me around
Adieu is not farewell but a reminder to comeback
To complete memories which we lack.

So mam, I hereby say adieu.
In hope of seeing and hearing from you.

09.02.2010

THE OTHER DAY

The other day

The day I was thinking about the clouds streaming over the sky,

The day the sun was playing hide and seek with the birds flying high.

The red atmosphere all around me like the blood over the horizon,

The winds flowed like a stream, it came swiftly and slowly it was gone.

It was different from the usual days I have enjoyed.

But, it still was more exciting and more enjoyable, lying beneath the vast void

The other day was full of dreams, full of life and full of sweet memories.

I thought to myself to bring me to this state where I would be absolutely free.

No one to chase me like a tiger, no one to howl at me,

No one to taunt at me, no one to check where can I be!!

The other I saw that girl, the girl who came to play.

She played, played and only played, evening night morning and day.

What will be my life I think, if I was like her.

Suddenly, someone woke up, Guess who?

It was none other than my mother.

02.02.2010

Unseen Love
(5th November, 2009)

Days pass by,
When we both sit together,
Although not physically present for each other
We’ve been for each other forever.

Nights come
Sky’s full of dazzling gazing stars
Moon’s as bright as your face
Sparkling with late winter’s grace

The times we’ve been to the places created by us
The times you teased me and I made a fuss
The times we shared our joys and sorrows
The times we waited for better tomorrows

Months passed by
I felt as if you were a part of me
I felt everything that was yours is now mine
I felt everything was as clear as the wine

A year passed by
Everything changed yet is the same
You are still the one I look forward to
The person I miss every second has to be you

We’re far yet so near
We fight but yet are so dear
We know each other better than anyone else
We know each other more than someone can tell

Just be the way you are
Be near me although so far
Forget me not
As I’ll not
With love

Anindita

IT'S MY FAULT

IT'S MY FAULT

It's all my fault when people don't turn up,
It's all my fault when someone else breaks the cup,
It's all my fault when others break their promise,
It's my fault all together because I think like this.

It's all my fault when people do wrong and die,
It's all my fault when poeple boast a little high,
It's all my fault when someone cries out of grief,
It's all my fault when others are sadist and feel relieved.

It's my fault when people run away and commit a mistake,
It's my fault when others put the lives of their loved ones at stake,
But I feel it's my fault when people talk bad about me,
And only when it's my mistake I agree.

Date: 23.01.2010

EXAMS

EXAMS

Oh God! Why did you create exams?
Our head stops working, our mind jams
Parents howl and keep screaming
Nightmares come and we stop proper dreaming
It’s tiresome and troublesome for all of us,
The teachers cry and students create fuss
I know it is a part of the game
A necessity to earn money, love & fame
A punishment, a life long torture & just a nuisance
So much waste of paper makes no sense
Stop the waste of paper, stop the cutting of tree
Stop this torture & let us be free.
Judge a person through his heart
And not at all by his mark’s chart
All’s well when you select the one
The selection is complete, the selection is done
Why?
Why only exams?????
All day learnings and all night crams???
Do something which is in favour of all us as students
To cut short the useless time one spends
To remember, read & learn
Please fulfill my wish which I really yearn!!!

9th January, 2010.