Litmus test

since the ballotmenia takes its call here i present a shortlisted note to be consumed before you vote friends,collegues and all to whom it may concern its election ,an assumed to be religion in country like india. beyond chauvinism there comes the sense of globalism.being iitian,being kgpian and more importantly being human we need to take care of our individualism.our individualism that gets defined by the institute  at large.so lets think beyond the narrow residential politics.come on be a kgpian first.. as that protagonist of spiderman says"choices..we can always make the correct one". ofcourse we can,for sure we will, by right we must,and by duty we should make the  correct choice.just let your choice be yours and not emotionally entrusted to you by your approximity. let your choice get inclined to the sincere leadership,the more sincere workmanship and not to the mere showmanship.come on ...we need...

some morning rays were peeping out of leaves. scintillating fabrics ,that spider weaves. traffic too loose,yet too colored. packets too synthetic ,yet too revered.       It was some promising yet embryonic summer of 1999-2000.holystic and holi morning.my sister was on the terrace top since morning(a symptom of phobia from colour as some people may read it).and i was on the road ,on the foot path pitted with dusts sandwitched with water and the banana juice that we genius kids always use to put an everlasting mark on every robe we come across.we indians always have free water for these things.There were some set algorithms being followed since this society of ours evolved.and hence algorithms were being considered as tradition by mistake. step 1__we welcome you with some one or two buckets of muds,and hence you get the certificate to welcome the rest.and early birds with considerable temprament used to be core team members. step 2__change your robe if required...

hello so how things are rolling? fine,you say. just called out of memory persuaded nostelgia. memory persuaded nostelgia... well that time and again invades my inertia........ you know some random nights i see you in my dream. making castles together before i wake up and scream. difference! things you see randomly are frequent to me. oh! i see, but what about that compromise you taught me some day? that makes me a good teacher. need is student of genuine feature. and what about that cherishing beauty out of memories,you taught? were not you optimist my dear? was just what you made out of me,my dear. optimists fly up,get burnt. pessimists fall down,get drown. and where is that beauty beholder? beauty beholders never die. see, without any rhyme they make you cry.

mai aur meri tanhaayi akshar ye baatein karti hain. wo saam jaha mai darwaaje pe dastak deta firta hu. wo raat jaha aankhon me meri neend naa aaya karti hai. wo waqt jaha ruk jaata hai thham jaata hai,saham jaata hai. wo sadak jaha sunsaaniyat ik raaz banaye baithhi hai. mai aur meri tanhaayi akshar ye baatein karti hain.. tum hote to kya hota.....  tum hote to himmat milti iss sapno me chalne waale ko sapno se aagey nikalne ki. tum hote to ik waqt ke liye kavi to mujhe sataya karte. meri wafaon ko yaad kar ke kavi to mujhe rulaya karte. kavi to tanik waqt ke liye mujh se fariyaad kiya karte. kavi to tanik waqt ke liye mujhe barbaad kiya karte. mai aur meri tanhaayi akshar ye baatein karti hain.. tum hote to kya hota.... jab jism aansuon ko aane se roke rakhta hai. jab sunsaan sadak pe saath mere mera saaya chalta hai. jab baraamde se kisi raat  chaand naza naa aata hai. jab ashk ke jawaab mei vi ashk nikal naa paata hai. mai aur meri t...

pata hai... yaha se bahut dur  galat aur sahi ke paar ake maidaan hai. mai waha milunga tujhe............................................................................................................................................... so after twelve, the second hand strikes..a break through ,a new day,known world wide and so celebrated,understod too little yet elaborated so much,dilute in meaning yet concentrated to shyness. In the background an age old  noori  song continues.the actress glancing herself in the mirror  oh closed eyes... aaja re aaja re o mere dilber aaja .. dil ki pyaas bujha ja re...... ........................................ In my mirror i saw one small kid and one little serene afternoon. I tell you afternoon was my first love---the very first valentine,days ago when i could not even pronounce this word phonetically. and the list cotinues..time flows...entropy gets directed... valentines lost, valentines regained JUST KIDDING   it al...

engineering in india(being specific i mean IIT) has taken a different route..being adversely affected by indian screen cinema engineering youths are rather racing towards a typical alround studdness as being shown by the cinema protagonists... so a stubborn fact is that engineers are taking more care of their personality development, socio cultural allrounding,sportive nature,..and all than the r esearch orieanted nature that we are expected to be. this secondery feeling that is being indused to the primary aim is the absolute hinderence that we naver take care to assume and accept...tht is where we lag from the rest of the world.. coz in rest of the world a robert lungdon proves himself to be protagonist by means of his sole professorship...and in india..u need to fight with a villain..u need to sing some song ..u need to put some social being to be a protagonist...oh i forgot u also need to have one girl.... the .1% minds of coutry are under question is nt it????

its almost twelve.11.58pm.sunday 29th january. In the play back that euphoria song ..kavi aana tu meri gully... rolles. levering my fully stretched body via my left hand(acting as a stand) and a resultant normal of flat bed ,i feel it is the most comfortable decorum i can manage  when i am on bed.still it pains.and to distribute the pain, i some times shift lever to my right hand.this is what i have learned from engineering--risk distribution. the euphoria play back continues .. kya karogi tu ghar se nikal kar.... By the way i am deviating from the point.it is some way analogic to a lover proposing to her counterpart"dear,i.....,i..........(the most obvious ardent and urgent predicate 'love you' takes the maximum of time to come out)...and the topic changes. deviations are indicative is nt it?.............................. By the way coming to the point.I was talking of a serious dilemma that questions,after each question,about the question of my being,my existence...