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Broken divine.


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Post visarjan,Mumbai

Found him at the shore,
Edges into the sand,
Broken and disrupted,
Shedded sparkle of his painted skin.
I was terrified to receive him there,
In such a abolished condition,
Along with many other screams.
Tears rolled to see what we do in the name of rituals.
We praise,
Pray,
Idolize
And put all are faith in him.
Waving him away in the water trumped aloud,
Nature pushes him back to us with the same drouse.
This is not him, just the carved body in with sand… That’s fair enough to give them back to us.
This end up Polluting the environment and demolishing the serene of blue stretches.
Lord Ganpati symbolic of prosperity and new hope to live anything new.
Than why,
The same old thoughts,
The same old methods,
Lets think all different,
And make a persistent change to this.

“Think different, think the eco-friendly way, the way he will be happy to see us care about the nature he created. Celebrate and bring him home every year but think something innovative, so he can go back completely blessing us, without been broken and sad.”

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Monster in your head.


Stop negotiating with the evils,
Only listen to your heart.
Stop complaining about the cruels,
Thing will also turn on your path.

Monster residing in your thoughts,
Denervating the best in you.
Let not the devil rule your life,
One day it will end up screwing you.

Let not the monster sleep,
Under your bed,
Let not the monster grow up,
In your head.

Let the guiding angels,
Guild you through the journey of life.
Even if the monster pokes you,
Don’t let it, to make your life strive.

Because;
“They actually don’t sleep under your bed but reside and sleep inside your head…”

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1/4th of my professional learning.


It’s around 2 pm, no lectures still decided. Still there prevails a huge suspense of where and who’s taking our next lecture. Each and everyone busy with the leisure time in anticipating plenty of important works like few group of girls discussing the latest gossips they might have came across, few girls playing Antakshari and singing all aloud together, few of them posing for their best ever click on the white dust wall as their background. From the sight of the door in the corridor, outside the class room, the only group of boys playing football and their dashes and kicks can be felt in the class within.

The weather was damp as it raining outside and spreading a chilled atmosphere inside. The breeze flying from one rusted wide window across the others gushing the rain water in. I stood near the window silently observing each one of them. Smiling and capturing each and every moment in my eyes so that it stays forever. I knew it’s not permanent, as nothing stays permanent. “Change is the law of nature”, as we all know. Still we all were busy collecting all the memories we can, so that it can be remembered off, laugh out and can be cherished later.

Many things have been changed. Friends changed. Friendships changed. Groups got separated and new group was formed. New friends were made. New liking and new thoughts rose. Many words changed its meaning with time. I was totally engulfed by the changing environment and nature of the peoples. From home to hostel, from family to hostel mates, from the home town to the place still unknown to me. And you know what; “I was totally unaware of the impact of these changes on me…like they were also changing me. Changes were for good or bad, still not known by me. Only one thing I recognized, these changes made me grow independent.”

That day passed and along with it many moments too. Happy moments, sad instants, there were moments when I learnt, there were moments which made me go still, few moments just got transferred in my long term memory and few were just ignored off.

 

The senior’s fear,                                                                                                  

It all made our friendship dear,

Laughter’s were shared,

Then we turned one… we were no more scared.

Fresher’s day or let it be the friendship day,

The enjoyment we gained, will never fray.

Trips anxiety and the fest weekdays funs,

All those days gone and will never come.

Memories that we made,

I know each one will never let it fade.

Helping,

Supporting,

Encouraging… each other when needed,

May their be issues many or their be grouping,

 The bond shared amongst us will never be drooping.

 

The year of enjoyment and fun ended with upcoming modules and exams. All started preparing with a swift gesture and here the competition began. The competition was not for good grades but indeed it was for the survival in the first year. One by one each module ended and with it the preliminary exam. Before the finals could set in, few friends just got left out in the race to succeed the first step. This time all were tensed, anxious and worried. They were tensed about themselves, they were anxious about their marks and they were worried about their friends too. These were the same classmate, few months ago, were happy, tension free and had no fear to be left out. But these exams are a part of our life’s exam. We had to step ahead leaving few behind. If you are pushed back than it’s only because your place is giving to someone else who is more capable for it. Here, each term is a competition, if you are the best and you survive. You struggle, you achieve. And if along with it, luck is in your fate… than no one can beat you to be ahead.

 

After few months of struggle, finally results were out. It was around 11pm, I was at home lying down chatting on What’s app and a ring. I opened the group, there is an image. As it got downloaded, it stated, “Candidate having seat number mentioned course wise who appeared in the BPTH(part 1) examination under this university held in july,2013 are hereby passed.”

“Ohh God…!!!! Please Please save me.”, was the only thing my lips said and my eyes moved below searching my seat number. First row…not found. Second row…not found. Heartbeat increased to its peak level. Eyes scrolled over other rows and then finally on the seventh row, third number it said, “71049”. I couldn’t believe and checked it twice and then called my friend to confirm and “Thank god” my heart said at once. As even with lot of preparations made for exam, I had committed lot of mistakes in paper. I surely felt that my luck factor has somehow helped me out to get into the list. As thanksgiving was done, I jumped off the bed and called dad and mum with happiness. Finally I did it. I am cleared. I am passed.

 

1/4th of my journey to be a professional was cleared. Along with me, indeed my entire friends got cleared and many of my mates. All once again were happy and celebrated their victory by sharing it with others. We stayed supporting with the ones who had just missed to appear in the list and encouraged them to get it done in the next.

 

This way a level ended and we were moved on to the next level in the game of life. Again the same sequence was ready to welcome us. But this time we knew the game and the level of difficulty, so we were prepared mentally to face off each situation coming along the way. This time it’s just a faceoff with life and its challenges.

 

Let it be darkened around,

I will burn to lit up,

Rocks to block the path I walk,

I will learn to fly up.

Now no fear can engulf me,

Since all got lost with time,

Now no stress can bother me,

Facing life with smile is no crime.

 justz 059