Slinging scribbles

Before i start ranting about all the things which deserve the least attention as expected from an 'Indian citizen' let me abase myself on how irregular and lazy i have become.The exams have got over at least a week before and by this time I could have easily immersed my pen for ravening writing sessions but alas!it was not meant to be. The exams though weren't as good as they should have been but nevertheless, I had a wonderful time giving them.It gave me a hint of what I could have achieved had I paid even the least attention it deserves in my life.I have always been vocal about the displeasure about the way our education system runs and hence the sarcasm.Anyways, my college days have ended, unless the moderators,with due respect to them,think of putting me up for an encore. Amid the chaos about India winning the World Cup,Anna Hazare fasting to get the Lokpal Bill introduced and many other scams that must have took place(We live in India,it thrives o...

Although the title of these post may scream out of its lungs to sound philosophical,it is not meant to be.One may even attribute this title to the lack of creativity in naming a better one.Neways without much ado let me justify it.I had given the entrance exam for a reputed college for mass communication course.Much to my chagrin,inspite of a nice interview and equally better writing session i was put up in the waiting list,which essentially means am at the mercy of the students who have made it to the final merit list.Now the institute entertains only 40 students(mind you,the number was reduced from 80 to 40 this year), inspite of the sprawling campus which may round up to about 2 or 3acres easily.It seems ironical to me to have just 40 students in such a vast campus although they may argue that there are two more institutes adjacent to them which means just a little above 150 students or maybe even not.Moreso,at a time when India is facing shortage of adequate educational fa...

Struggling to find a perfect sky Just white and blue with no bird high I do not wish to be Just another guy Deep into the woods Lies the enigma of species Where do I find my success, Or is it just the miseries? Trying to decipher the mindless heart Actions that fail to synchronize by far Several dejections in store above par Wish I not be just the another guy It seems am just not the any other guy, For the problems I face Have no solution why, Unlike those for they who know why. Some things in life need special attention Like the sun who must rise to be worshipped for perfection Like the river who must flow to meet the sea and then the ocean Like the lovers who must love to complete their affection They cannot be ignored although it’s the trivial things they do And yet with their dedication and perseverance The day begins like the one that wasn’t new They earn respect for the quality devoid to me and revered to few. If efforts...

I be a man yet I say that, With sheer disgrace on my mankind When I say that, It’s just not me or you But chauvinistic men when I say that, Love women only for lust? How jejune when I say that; For ages compromising love for lust, Draining your fluid for the forceful fun Can’t you feel her pain when you fill your lust? Its foolish men when I say that What a coward piece of scribe When I write that; Can’t win her love yet play like a soldier; To what do you take your pride for? Is it even worthy enough to be severed by a brave sword? Pray, tell me you do feel shameless when I say that! I proclaim, am enough foolish, When I myself say that; For when I contemplate the unseen, My actions remain bleak. Though he, who writes and prays for all, Asks the providence for favor, for one for all; Do not make us foolish enough, Only to entertain our lust and desires! Love is what they ask and I pray for!  

Well,more than anyone and anybody this message is meant for me by far.the reason behind putting it on board must contribute to the laziness to which i attribute my lack of writing to.though its certainly not true that i dont hold the penchant for writing anymore for whenever i perceive the things that i see,my mind acts as a pen and jots down the intricacies with ease.its just that when it comes to rubbing the keys,my lust for writing vanishes.how i wish among the thousand other wishes,i had a self-auto pen which felt what i wrote(i mean it,the words aren't meant to be mistaken) without the support of my hand?That would be such a novel deed to do for then my blog would feed itself from millions of words waiting to be digested into a nutritive potion.For instance,when i leave the house i wish to write about the pets,the milkman who delivers the protein with sublime success,the lovers oblivious of their surroundings,the falling leaves,the zephyr,my mother;the list just seems endless....

Around the town,across the cities beams of light illuminate the 'mahol' as people flock together to celebrate the festival of light in the evenings one can see rangolis on the doorway, earthen lamps and diyas lighting the subway, and firecrackers burning the most of other ways managers,clerks,accountants doctors,engineers,humanitarians, and all those be forgotten and yet to be heard, bringing something for their loved ones, toys,goodies or simply the affable person in them to spread the love. around the world,across the cities, prosperous it seems with the gleaming lights, And so Smit says in his scribe "Light your soul too,  like your country.  Spread love and humanity  with no bounds.  Love,live and emerge to light your very own life" happy and a prosperous diwali to all the folks,reading or away from my world

Smit Mehta, Reporter,Future news,3200 The residents of Dombivli,who had been to picnic in Yehur Hills were in for a state of shock when they stumbled upon an enormous piece of mass peacefully rooted in the ground.The residents seemed to be in a state of fray as they pelted stones on what seemed liked a peacefully sleeping creature.In the hustle,it is believed that many children lost their connections with the oxygen cylinders and had to be hospitalized for severe suffocation.The condition of the children is believed to be stable for now.On proper surveillance the police deemed it accurate to call the archaeological department for a proper research into the dormant being.  After a thorough inquiry,the Department,seemed to have cracked the enigma and established the facts behind the origin of the creature.Its the first time in history of Utopia that the archaeologists have taken the help of the environmentalists and scientists to come up with what seems to be the the breakthrough...