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Part –I: We don’t live, we survive Surely, none would like the idea of their train running late by 13 hours and in addition, you are compelled to spend the night at railway station in bone-chilling cold. It’s terrible, isn't it? Well. I shared similar thoughts as I disembarked at New Delhi railway station aloof from the horde that jostled past me; I was rather engrossed cursing the Northern India Railways and North Indian weather. I had this tingle of frustration which soon transformed into anguish as Delhi’s chill began to gnaw at my flesh penetrating through the several layers of insulation that so wonderfully decorated me. I often used to wonder, ‘Do people actually die out of cold?’ (I have my answer now). So my animal’s instinct of survival kicked in and out of desperation I rushed towards “Mustard” , an AC restaurant outside New Delhi Station. From now on starts a struggle for survival which will soon turn into a wonderful experience worth sharing. Once you get

Finally, I'll be leaving for Delhi tonight. Most of my friends believe it's too early considering my classes start from 2nd and above it, unfortunate as I will be missing New Year's celebrations. But, that's what my friends think not me. As far as New Year is concerned, such celebrations are not my style. I often get enough pleasure observing events, behaviour and anomalies in everyday life, so I don't really need days like New Year. About being early, bearing in mind how I feel regarding this semester, I don’t feel like I am being early. I need enough time to settle down and get things started. Stating from my last year's experience, spring semesters are rather laid back compared to autumn. Lack of new avenues to explore or engage, a carried over sluggishness of previous semester and my affinity to sleep in winters and springs are a few of the several reasons that make a dull semester. Furthermore, absence of Tarang has leached all hopes of fun from a DP

Finally, this visit to my hometown Ranchi is over and frankly speaking, it wasn't too eventful. Even though, it started pretty well, it ended up just being a shadow of my previous visits to Ranchi. When I alighted from train at Ranchi Junction, I was quite enthusiastic having spent a night with a beautiful RJ (before your mind starts racing, I should clarify that we were sharing same compartment). Well why did I mention it? Maybe after getting into IIT, my sparse encounters with pretty girls have become worth mentioning. Moving on, as I stated the vacations had a nice beginning; watching Talaash in a newly opened multiplex, wandering on the streets with my best pal Swapnil, a nostalgic visit to my old school (DPS, Ranchi) and my not so expected lunch with Shruti (considering her reluctance at previous occasions ) did certainly give me moments to cherish. But, unfortunately most part of my trip remained dismal. With most of my friends absent, the idea of having fun in the city se

As was predicted by every other opinion poll, Narendra Modi has once again emerged victorious in Gujarat Assembly Elections for the third time. This victory can be attributed to several different reasons including progressive governance, Modi’s own charisma, lack of strong opposition and Congress’ monolithic election strategies based on secularist claims. Modi has not only shut all the allegations against him, he has also proved his supremacy in Gujarat by winning a majority in Saurashtra in spite of the rebellion by veteran Keshu Bhai Patel . However foreseeable the results were for Gujarat polls, it will certainly have interesting implications on India’s national politics. This election has put the leadership of BJP in dilemma. This was not an ordinary BJP versus Congress, but Narendra Modi against everyone else and he emerged victorious. The election has generated wide support for Modi especially among the party workers and ratified his claims for centre’s chair.

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And the he enters his house and kills his wife, Honey, life in destitution is no life. With eyes brimming with tears, he searched for his child, He looked away from his face, can’t afford to go mild. With neither money nor food to feed, There was no place in this world for his kid. Finally, it was his turn to make a dying wish it seems,  He wished all was just a sordid dream.

So it was 12-12-12, I was finally to leave for home, after 5 months, at the end of an eventful semester. I was justifiably excited and even my mom’s reminder of the ominous date didn't abase my enthusiasm. But as it is, mothers are always right ; the day did have inauspicious beginning. I woke up with a knock at my door, I checked my cell and it was 2 am.  “Do you have 10 bucks; have to rush to station to get a Tatkal ticket and I have no change” , my wing-mate asked. “You won’t get a cab at 2.” I suggested rather sluggishly.  And then he dropped the bomb, it was 7:30 (my watch was set on GMT) and Mary Jane! I had missed my first train to Delhi. So, I crammed everything which was at an arm’s stretch in my air bag, skipped my breakfast (I don’t know why I am mentioning this I would have skipped that crap anyway) and managed to reach the station in time to catch the second train to Delhi and thus began my journey to Ranchi via Delhi. Undermentioned are the thoughts that cro

End terms are over and so is third semester. Now, I am left with so many unanswered questions, so many puzzles to solve, with too many roads to move on, I am still confused which one is the one for me. Do I have adequate knowledge to decide? No, maybe I‘ll never know enough to be sure about one of those several paths I can walk on, but it’s not the time for excuses or procrastination, it’s the time to decide. It’s the Judgement Day . So here is a step by step analysis on “HOW to DECIDE WHAT to DO?” As students of engineering, we are well aware of the ancient art of solving problems, whether its maths or life the principles remain the same. We start with what we are aware of (GIVEN) , we move on to some logical relations (FUNCTIONS) and reach the desired outcome (RESULT) . In life basic principles never change and are often pretty simple, complexity lies in our thoughts. So, what’s given in my case is basic trait of a person. Life is the best teacher; it makes you aware of all

This blog is to commemorate the most depressing week of this semester, the one blotted with “much-awaited” End Terms. But, don’t worry I am not one of those talented nine pointers who commemorate a week because they have End Terms in it. As a matter of fact, I have reached such standards that I am totally nonchalant about the existence and significance of such exams (yeah! I have screwed my end terms once again). Getting back to the point, this week is worth mentioning because it has been a week full of strange observation related to exams. You might have guessed why my grades suck? Well, when others were busy consummating the syllabus I was busy making these weird observations. Academic Poverty : Well, so exams were close and being an ideal (idle) student I went to my friend’s room to find out names of the courses we were studying in this semester. Later, I conducted an exhaustive search for the books, suggested by my friends for these courses I was supposed to be stud

I have no words to express what I feel and whatever I may say will never be able to truly define  profound influence of thine in life of mine. The pain you bore when I was born, and how difficult a child to raise I was, the lullabies you sung, and lesson you taught the stories you told are still fresh in my thoughts. I never really got your scoldings though, at times I believed you asked much. and now when i look back , i realize your stress, thankfully you were there and sorry i was a mess. You kept faith on me when i had lost my own, It was your trust that helped me out perform. You held me before my every fall, It gave me strength to fly after all. How can I forget those dreams we saw, Every single passing day I wonder how I can make up for all you have done, and I have know for a while that i can't, All I can do is make you smile.

PART-I Once again being haunted by the same old queries, found myself standing in the realm of my self-conceived worries. I stared for long at the infinitely stretched ocean and yeah i did laugh being convinced it is far less deep than my array of thoughts. and nor is its turmoil greater than my heart's it seems. as you can see there its clashing waves but here its breaking dreams PART-II But then my gaze fell on distant stars and unscaled sky Was it goosebumps that I felt of my heart urging to fly As I began my journey to stars and my dreams became my wings of flight clearing away the mist of worries and castle of destiny came in my sight. now I knew no more i was naive nor was i incompetent, they were all fears of my heart. fear!!! that is prevalent, fear! that is perennial a fear that encases every golden start

"Yeah! you are the busy guy", this taunt has somehow become integral part of my life. I hear it all the time,  times when I forget to call my mom for weeks and friends for months or when I fail to receive their calls, or when I have to break my way out of an ongoing conversation,every time it emanates from a different source I feel the predicament of whether to consider it as an accusation or take it as a compliment (I hate sarcasm as most of the times I fail to get the intended meaning so I take the meaning that suits me, so for all those who think I am busy, Thanks :P), and I don't blame them as I have clearly failed to keep my work out of my life. The realization is intimidating, yes, I am a workaholic.The one who can't just shake off his responsibilities. The one who takes his jobs to his bed, dreams about it and then wakes up again with the thoughts of the same. Yes, I am one of those who goes through all the perils to get things done. The one with a mes

Hotel Taj during 26/11 terrorist attacks After his mercy petition was turned down by Honorable President of India on  November 5; Mohammad Ajmal Amir Kasab, sole survivor of the terrorist squad that tormented Mumbai for three days, was finally hanged to death on November 21 at 7:30 am in Yerwada Jail. The punishment, being executed 5 days before the fourth anniversary of India's most notorious terrorist attack labeled as 26/11, is seen as the final nail in coffin by the populace of the nation . Kasab, justifiably, had been an epitome of terror and evil as he had killed numerous innocent citizen including women and children. Moreover, he never showed any sign of guilt or remorse for his heinous act. It was really monstrous as he open-fired on unarmed horde of civilians. He deserved to be punished and he got what he had asked for. He might have felt the same fear. fear of death, as he walked down to the gallows. And thus in our great nation justice is finally delivered. But is i

If we try to ruminate about ‘Gay Marriage’, we have to take into consideration various important points such as its implications on social beliefs of the people, the religious norms and human rights which should be equally accessible to both gay as well as straight couples. The social ethics and the dignity of an individual’s  Right to choose are at loggerheads when we try to answer this pertinent question ‘Whether gay marriages should be be legalised? ’. Those in favour often find it sardonic that when homosexuality is legalised then why isn’t the same with gay marriage. When we can chose our sexual companions then why not life partners? Why discretion is imposed on the gay couple which makes their relationship illegitimate and looked down upon. Another relevant argument raised is that a constitutional legitimacy may lead to social acceptance as there have been numerous instances where the formerly state argument bore fruits, say Sati Pratha.  In spite of all this such propo

"Well begun is half done" , they say and as everyone else does, I believed them too. Therefore, I never started blogging even though I always wished to; waiting for a literary marvel, seeking a perfect name, I always wanted a perfect start. But as you might have noticed this, my very first post, is nothing extraordinary. So why, finally, I left the quest for perfectionism? Well, the search for a perfect start of my endeavours, instead of encouraging me, made me procrastinate. I was never really satisfied enough by any of my article, so I didn't start blogging. With this I realised that in actuality importance of beginning is more profound than the perfect beginning. Its with time you achieve perfection. Furthermore, a cursory glance on this world around provides several examples of imperfect beginnings leading to great implications. The most important of all is the imperfection in BIG BANG itself. As we all know every particle has an anti-particle but then why is the