The Changing Times

Silently rose that first step,

Who knew will it flunk now and then,

Who knew it will give wings to fly..

Or someday lead everything to disdain.

Such are the glories,

 They flare,

We glare,

And, Up there,

Somewhere, Is a burst of applauds~

Sooner, I realized,

the praises were a Myth,

Changes are for Real.

The madness.

the wildness,

which drives us crazier each day..

The shattered hopes,

the lost love..

Midway which have mattered the most..

The evanescent memories..

Which were holded for so long,

There is no left intention,

For such Retention..

A prodigious Vision,

For a Fresh Start,

Is Up on my Mind,

That's all what I have had to wind.

गम तो हर किसी की ज़िन्दगी मे है ,

पर हमने मुसकुराहटों को तवजो दी है  ।

एक किनारा तो सबके पास है 

हमने फिर भी  आसमानों से ही ख्वाइश की है ।

नमी तो आँखों मैं भी कम नहीं 

दिल ने फिर भी बारिश की तमन्ना की है ।

गतिरोध अक्सर हमे मिल ही जाते है ,
पर थम कर चलने का चलन हम ही तो लाये हैं
कितने सूनी रातों मैं हम भी तो मुस्कुराये हैं ।

ठोकरें सब को मिली ही होंगी,
पर ठोकरों से ही तो हम सबक सीख पाए है ।

:-)

The memories.

So, as I sit with that one cup of tea on my table, still staring at the empty walls- the life seemed to changed a lot- to the extent, we never dreamt of.
Suddenly, bunking lectures is transformed to bunking office, and I must say it is damn difficult job to do.
Suddenly, the tears of happiness have transformed to a silent smile.
I look back and recall these were the end days. When the last papers ended and that joy of relief that finally, we all are Engineers and nobody has to enter that lab again.
But, adding to that, the agony and pain followed - which stated we will never enter those labs Together again.

Although, a year is not too much a time but it was our first year which made us the great friends we are today or may be some initial days at school. May be this is the effect of the sickness I am suffering from that I feel nostalgic and a bit sad over the endings which has taken long time back. "Long time" - but it feels like yesterday only we entered college!!
Wondering in the dreamy ashes, my mind dwells in the aroma where the rains were looked forward to.
Umbrellas embraced the classrooms charm and rain dance did not take place in Adventure Island lol.
The greenery and the peace, the sub-conscious  us who enjoyed even the walks along the ways.

I bet everyone of us must have met someone or the other who shared there happiness, pains and notes :-)
Probably, college has given us so much to remember that although this life is moving with such  a fast pace; whenever I look back and ponder- there is that silent smile and slightly moist eyes. Perhaps, it's a sign of the memories which will be cherished forever.

I remember those long sleepless nights which we have spent drawing the electronics circuit, learning the analog electronics and cursing ourselves for wasting so much time watching Damon Salvatore/Fringe/HIMYM and not to forget the Korean Series.
As girls, we all love to talk but I have generalized this fact that during exams the whole group will come together and have chit-chats over a literally non-related topic when you have a exam tomorrow.
Although, this didn't happen with me at school but I have had friends in college who made me study and to be true -have taught me one night before exam even when there own syllabus is not complete.

17th May 2011- last day for ECE-D batch in college.
Seems like yesterday that each of us is craving for their BTP(B.Tech Project), fighting with those PPts and cursing the vivas ;P
But, there had been the great times between the tense environment where one of us will crack a joke and the others laugh aloud :)

I see those parting away posts on my FB wall daily. For my little juniors, relive these moments howsoever you can, how so many times you may, as these won't comeback ever even if crave very hard for them from now own.
Sometimes, in the lust of desires what we forget is what we have today. To appreciate and love it. Since, it has already ended for us, for those of you - if you still have a few days - make each of that day worth remembering.
Such are the tests of time; it gives us life in moments: you either live them or the time is gone forever.

With that last sip of tea, as I wind up:
Just got a message from one of my closest friend which says:
"Have you ever wondered how many thoughts,feelings and emotions are hidden behind this simple sentence:
"KUCH NAHI YAAR, BAS AISE HI TERI YAAD AA RAHI THI".

Probably, it says it all.
We don't miss friends- we just miss their jokes, their presence, their gyan, the cafe hours, the outing, the movies, the theme birthday parties, sharing the joys n sorrows and still loving each other without changing and accepting each other as the way we are. :D


In time to come, may be we don't find each other every time but this is just to say: I wish you all the best for all future endeavors. Hope, we all live happily wherever we are.

XOXO
Chitranshi (C2)

There is no second you.

There

I came and found you!

Smiled and moved on.

But, then you came again,

and we smiled together,

talked, laughed and

grew.

Then one day,

life drifted us apart.

It is a trodden road,

I would bring you back if I could,

Still, some days the cool breeze makes me smile,

And, the stars shine for a while.

I found many amongst the crowd.

But, there is none like you.

I found many along the lane,

But, none could walk beside me.

I learnt and moved on,

We had our moments and memories,

It is difficult to find another you.

As none can second you.

New Girl In The City

This dates back to the time when I wrote:"Choices have their PAYOFFs"- one of the intimate articles I have ever written. And, everything seemed so difficult a task to be achieved.

It's almost 9 months since then- sounds very much like Jab We Met's Kareena Kapoor's dialogue. :P

And, yet Delhi is not completely explored due to a varied reasons. But, sooner or later I hope to see it all and write for each of them.

To be true only a little parts are seen. But, now it's my Delhi. "Meri Dilli" as everyone says.

So, every morning when I watch that Metro rushing towards it's direction- It fills me with a new hope altogether.And, every night when I see those stars and go back to sleep, I end up in my yet existing and so called defined Fantasy land.

Meanwhile, in this journey so far- I have met many people but it's not about people anymore.

It's just about how am I exploring myself. I am not too great but despite I feel proud whenever I do a thing which  I could never have thought to do by myself.

There are days where I get to know I had been selfish. There are also days where I have felt that I have that soft heart too. There are days where everything clicks. There are mighty days when somebody makes me smile. There are days when everything pisses me off and vice-versa.

There are still days where I keep finding a few friends with whom I have started loving to talk, going for a walk with them and taking out time from the little time I spare for myself.

There are still people who listen to me and to whom I listen. There are days life comes with surprises.

There are still days where movies are the only friends to rescue. There are still days where I miss the writer in me who has recently started craving for photography every now and then.

So, who's interested in gifting me a NIKON camera?? Anyone!!

I really am not sure what of the above mentioned things accounted to being in the New City I'm in.

But, yes!! I don't hate it anymore. I just keep learning each day craving for a little more, losing patience at times and gaining it as well at times.

The best of Delhi comes in the form of food and shopping.

Food- as most people in South complain: is completely North Indian and I have discovered I am still that person who will choose Aalo ki Tikki over Pizza :D

Ice-creams during chilling winters and walking by the streets in the evening.

The first time ever when I shopped alone is still a memory and since then it has become a habit.

People still wonder that I have changed a lot. But, it's still the same me who loves to be happy and be around the same genre of people- kidding with them and consuming life by drinking it to the fullest.

Signing Off:

New Girl In The City: And, this time my new shoes don't pain that much. I have started adoring them.

Always Remember: Cinderella is the reason how a new pair of shoes can change your life.

You never know which beautiful destination is covered by them.

They say: Always wear the best shoes: they take you places.

So, falling in love with the city as I'm falling in love with my smile too.

Hoping to be back and this time with something about Delhi.

Power Corrupts

I was in school and one of those kids who were always teacher's favourite.
Surely, that thing changed in college. I remember people often turning to me to get a job done as they knew that particular teacher would agree to me.

No, it's not boasting at all. That would have been probably years ago. As far as the present is concern, I don't even recall much of school. But, yes the lessons which must have been learnt then are learned now.
So, was not that favoritism wrong? Well, that time - no it wasn't. I must always be right!! Ya.. that was the same attitude till few days back.
And, all of a sudden- life wanted me to learn something more- something to add on.

So, today - favoritism is not my cup of tea.
When the elections just turned down on Mayawati this year; many of us were happy. But, ofcourse there was this sudden reaction - If they have power, they ought to be corrupt.
True!! Didn't many of us thought the same. Yes! we did.

Power is a mighty word. It creates, it destroys. It makes, it destructs.
The charm of power is that all of us- mind you- all of us are working our ass off to earn it; craving each day to hamper somebody's else life without even realizing that -it is this point the chain starts from. It is this point where every other person keeps acquiring the same properties and starts losing his hope of fair chances in anything he would have ever dreamt of.

The reservations are such a perfect example.
They could have liberalized the money spent on fees, form and books.
But, they preferred liberalizing marks- which was hard earned, must have taken a whole year from those people's life.But, probably cheaper than money. Or else what might be the reason to rate money over hard work?

The last 2year in IT world have made me see this Power and favoritism yet again.
People with hard earned name rarely survive and hard earned buttering capacity always do.
From a promotion to an onsite to a growth stategy--how pathetic does it feel
when you know that you were more deserving and yet someone else walked out with the candy
b'coz he/she is somebody else Eye-Candy.
Well, such is our world. Such is our generation and the most ironic the people aged enough to be included in the older generations are the top management and corrupt everything in and out.

Where are we ending into-- A society where Professionalism is another form of flattery.
They might be your friends or Friends with Benefits- but they have earned and reached a stage where
the other person will take a long time to reach without a GodFather.
Ahh!! Just the typical Bollywood Style.

Dreams

That girl who worked in high spirits,
when dropped her head,
the wind came rushing by,
took that layers of shining thread.
That beautiful aroma
which it created,
when the shining hairs,
 scattered over her eyes and head.


The little fingers,
which ran across the face curves,
Gently they moved,
Scintillated sparks and flashes.


She regained her posture,
His attention made her feel perked up,
The glorifying smile,
which makes the moving world go still.
Softly, she made an exit.
Vanishing from the eyes.


His eyes rolled and searched her,
in every nook and corner.
Dazzled by the beauty,
charmed by the Aura,
Lamenting for letting her escape.
He knew she was the one.

And, he woke up blinking,
Was that a dream?
Sat still, no motion could be seen.

Is this that one dream,
puzzled by the jerk,
Surprised by the innocence.
The young fellow just got up,
Still figuring out..


Are some dreams so close to the heart,
that seem to consume you,
some dreams carry the cart,
they seem to amuse you.