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It’s a lazy Sunday afternoon, I have just woken up. Its about o’clock and for me the day has just begun. I reach for the newspaper, quickly skim through the political & financial sections and reach out for my favorite section the editorial. After about spending an hour and a half with the newspaper I decide to go out for a stroll. The best part about a sunny winter afternoon is the warmth that one feels from within which is actually because of the sunrays penetrating deep through the layers of clothing that one has draped.

As I am walking aimlessly on the side walk engrossed in my thoughts , cribbing to myself about numerous petty issues in my life ranging from marks to weight gain my eyes suddenly fall on two naïve kids playing in the mud. They are throwing fistfuls of mud on each other, their clothes are totally soiled, but all that what matters to them is the fun they are having doing so.

The less I want to stop there and watch them play, the more I end up doing so. I don’t know what really intrigues me in them but it sure is special because they make me forget about every minute tension that I have.

I also see that the kids are under nourished, their faces displaying signs of abject poverty and deprivation. Iam also sanguine that they attend no school and maybe they never will.
They have no idea also whether they will be able to have two square meals the next day.
Yet they lie there playing like there’s no tomorrow, like life’s going to make everything fine for them. Their pure naivety charms me completely charms me . For a moment I forget all my small issues and I immerse myself completely in their innocence .

With a smile on my face I walk back towards college feeling enlightened by a simple lesson two tots taught me. I feel much lighter, I hop my way back to my room, I yearn to be a child again.

Way to go Jean Dreze

Jean Dreze winning the Economic Times Award for ' Policy Change Agent of the year' has been one of the best pieces of news recently.
Jean Dreze is one man all economics students in India really admire and look up to. His contribution to National Rural Employee Guarantee Scheme has been more than phenomenal. He has truly shown that working at grass roots level has a much wider impact than sitting in a plush office and making huge plans which eventually never get implemented.
I am not writing this to give him free publicity but i have to mention how incredible has been his contribution to India. A Belgian by birth he has been in India for a very long time now.
He lives in small hut in New Delhi ,leads a very simple life with his wife Bela sehghal. His knowledge of economics could has easily got him a seven figure salary and an extremely luxurious lifestyle. But he chose the emancipation of the unemployed Indians in the villages as his mission.
I am sanguine that he wouldn't have anticipated this honor and probably wasn't even present at the event to collect his award. Even if he were there he would have felt left out in the gathering that just boasted of designer suits, cars and expensive watches. A gathering which had capitalists and profit- obsessed head honchos would have demeaned his simple attire and great thinking.
I guess its best for him to be there where he actually belongs - at the helm of affairs where he works and produces results for the common man of India and not for the ever hungry & greedy corporates.
Cheers to him !!!

A woman's story

The first time she cried, and filled the house with cheer
The first time she spoke in broken words for everyone to hear
the first time she won a prize at school to make her parents proud
'My daughter is my sunshine' exclaimed the father aloud

The first time she cooked half burnt vegetable curry
Her mother quickly retorted' its delicious my angel, dont worry'
Quietly she grew from a little doll to a woman sublime
Her parents started matchmaking coz they thought it was the perfect time

As her wedding bells rang, many sleepless nights were spent
The proceedings had to immaculate so that the daughter was graciously sent
As she became the wife, the lady of the house
She became totally devoted to the whims of her spouse

Eventually with motherhood she grew more kind
Her career took a backseat, as family was on her mind
From a darling daughter to a doting wife
To a caring mother and a granny alike
She exchanged many roles, played many parts
Her zest for life couldnt be surpassed

Today she lies on her deathbed, ceasing to live on
She will breathe her last in peace, for she knows her daughter will carry the legacy on.

Those were the days

Those were the days of ceaseless laughter
Those were the days of tender fear
Those were the days of sound sleep
They have suddenly disappeared
Those were the days of relentless endeavours
Those were the days of childish pranks
Those were the days of miraculous energy
Those were the days of being innocently frank

Those were the days of stupid naivety
Those were the days of humble envy
Those were the days of foolish emotions
Those were the days of redefined conventions
Those were the days of ego of an elephant
Those were the days of youth and elegance
Those were the beautiful days my friend
Wish dey'd never end

Who AM I?

Am I the thousand winds that blow?
Am I the star which shines to glow?

Am I a clock always on time?
Am I the poet’s inspirational rhyme?

Am I a thinker’s vivid imagination?
Am I a talent’s real recognition?

Am I an artist’s canvas of paint?
Am I an echo very faint?

Am I a dying man’s last desire?
Am I a fighters inside fire?

Am I a visionary’s cherished dream?
Am I a fresh water perennial stream?

Am I a philosopher’s distinct sight?
Am I a saint always right?

Am I a child’s priced possession?
Am I a soldier’s inner aggression?

Am I the quill which writes history in ink?
Am I an unfinished project’s missing link?

Who am I ?
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hello again

Hmmm, its been long that I did some introspection or may be some retrospection ,
Or maybe I did but was probably too busy to pen it down.
My fault again for being a lazy bum but then 3 months at home after a long hiatus and forcing oneself to write something is too much to ask for. And yeah 3 months at home just flew away, even before I thought I was getting used to the delectable home cooked food, cosy bed to sleep, tight hugs from mom and lo & behold twas time to head back to pune once gain.

Oh how much I hate it…..back to the rigamorale of college life….classes…submissions….and a lot more unyielding activities done for the heck of doing which are hardly a value add to ones personality. More so the third semester is actually bugging coz deres hardly nethn that’s to be learnt in class but is more of a self help kind of thing…..yet one is stuck in college for nuts.

Nevertheless in this flurry of activities is one good thing which is spending time with people who have become indispensible in a place which is miles away from home….and to think of it…..it may become so difficult to keep in touch wid them after we all head in different directions after placements is slightly nauseatic.

Yet for whatever time we are here….its absolute fun to hang with each other, crack non sensical jokes. Gossip, bitch and much more. Cant believe few days from now we all will be settled in different cities dependent on cell phones to keep in touch.

I get reminded of my dad who when in a very nostalgic moods vividly narrates incidents from his college life….and I used to sit beside him thinking mine still has time to get over….and what I see suddenly before I could even realise my college life is going to get over….too soon…too fast…..and ‘OH MY GOD , I AM DONE WITH MY MBA’

Iam jus few months away from this milwstone and the thought of it also freaks me out…..cos all this while I was thinking I have come here to refine myselg to be a good manger , to enter the corporate world….and how time just flew away.
One and ahalf years down the line iam a little more educated but iam not wiser for sure.
Probably more informed but hardly smarter…

And reality suddenly daunts me….what have I been doing all these days….dis I screw up things all over again??....or may be iam getting unneccesarily paranoid….

God only knows whats happening…..but I wish to figure it out very soon….before this time also flies off…..

I will be back soon
Maybe a little smarter……

At Crossroads Again

We held hands as friends for life
promised to be together no matter what strife
Decided to walk together, neither ahead nor behind
The Thought of being together was always on the mind
On a particular day some questions were were asked
Some eyebrows raised, i was left aghast
Twas hard to beleive, that those were my friends
Who chose to embarras me no ends
I froze to be a stone, not knowing what to say
Yet no one stood up for me , to my dismay
As minutes changed to hours, i decided to take a stand
With three friends by my side, life didnt look all that bland
I learnt that day, who my real friends are
I moved on with them, leaving behind memories sour
As time flew, things normalized again
The old friendship rekindled with a new flame
At crossroads again, wanted to move further move on
But something held me back, something that had long gone
As I let my head, rule my heart that time,
I chose to get back people who once i considered mine
Today again we walk hands in hands
No promises made,no footprints left on sand
Just a beleif in heart to be there for each other
To just be good friends and trust one another
We began this journey a few months back
Yet it seems like eternity, a gift i forever had
I also know i will be at crossroads again
But cos of A FEW GENUINE FRIENDS everything will again be the same.....

Thank you for being always there, and for letting me knoe what real friends are....i wish i can be with you as you guys have been there for me always...There's lots that i have learnt from you people...Thank you for giving me
wonderful times....which are now wonderful memories
Would'nt thank u individually...cos u knw who am i talking abt..... :)

whom do we blame???

As terror strikes every nook and corner of our lives..a thought comes to my mind....i penned this down in a finance class in college.... it was very random....didnt know it would materialise into a piece of poetry....here it goes...T

A dry throat, not a drop to drink
Misty eyes, tears stuck till the brink
On the pavement very cold, lies an orphaned tot
Bruised and punished for something he did not
His parents were gunned down by devils in disguise
He's left alone, helpless and naive
As Those devils roam scot free,free of guilt
The tot grows up,weak physically and mentally tilt
The apple of his parents eyes
They would have sent him to the army with a gun by his side
He hunts for livelihood,looks for a home
He gets neither, he's still all alone
Dejections from all places, overwhelmed with spite
No apparent solace to give him respite
In this hour of agony, he resorts to a vice
He trades off his morals to become the' devil in disguise'
He eventually gets to pick up the gun
He shoots an innocent man,his salvation has begun

New year resolutions..

As a welcome another new year to my life , i feel almost compelled to think of having some new year resolutions which will not only help me mend a few things in life but will also give me a new sense of achievement.....
So , i pull out a paper and a pen to jot down a few resolutions which i would love to have and follow simultaneously. The very fact that i want to have many such resolutions defeats the purpose of having them, because the more one has the more discouraging it becomes to follow them....yet every year i add not less than 5 to my list....and eventually follow none of them

so this year i decided to restrict myself to just three of them...n lo and behold...its the tenth day of january and iam yet to follow any....
So, i guess i should put an end to my new year resolutions.....
So, i finally take a great resolution which i will certainly abide by and that is to have no new year resolutions..!!!