Litmus test

An idea to write this piece flashed in my mind while i was reading one short article on english of india. it was a cute criticism ,may be an intended one,against the ill-grammatical lines of some novels written by some iitian. more precisely writer was astonished of the fact that 'why every iitians love story turns out as a best seller.It was a point of astonishment for the author,yet it should not be..I feel. I tell you why 1. In the four or five years that an iitian spend in his/her college the first and foremost thing they are taught are..... how to present,where to present,what to present. the world is like DHRITARASTRA or GANDHARI....in this way or that its blind..... I wonder how you take our lives...what you think?....we make machines...or robots or skrew nuts... you will never understand. Engineering is not all about machines, neither its all about lectures tutorial and practicals.Its like an ideology,a philosophy.its a way of thinking that some times seems analogic ...

आईने  june 21,2012 20:00  ये अँगुली में दबी जिंदगी मेरी माचिस के सहारे जला भी  गये  । ये पीने -पिलाने की आदत मेरी हर घूँट में आँसू मिला भी गये  । ये नब्जों की सिहरन, धक् धक् सी धड़कन हम जी भी गए ,घबरा भी गये। ये यादों के साये में नापाक चेहरे वो सर्दी के रातों के मौसम सुनहरे वो बातों ही बातों में मिलते गए हम हाथों में हाथ रख सिलते गए गम वो गोदी में  तेरे,  रैन बसे रे  हम सो भी गये ,सुला भी गये । तुम मीत  जो मन के बन से गये हो गीत जो प्रीत  के लब्जों से बंधे हम गा  भी गये , बलखा भी गये । दिल से दिल ये मिले  या मिले ना  नैनों से नैना मिला भी गये । तुम आये ना आये हम आते रहेंगे ये यादों के मोंम जलाते रहेंगे । हमको निकालोगे कब कब कहाँ से हम साये हैं ,बरबस सताते रहेंगे । अब यादों में तेरे  जश्न मना के हम रो भी गये ,रुला भी गये । ये राहें जो  बेसुध बेसुध सी हैं ये  शहर जो सुध बुध खो  बैठी है इस शहर ए  मुहब्बत जताने की खातिर हम संवर भी गये ,शरमा भी गये । आ...

may 23 2012 8:00 pm interview i sometimes feel that some pacific memories are chasing me.sometimes in dreams every night or sometimes in realities.after every day or two memories interview me. dear diary see, i tell you some sober lines i wrote this evening sitting on an embankment road that leads to the setting sun.  यादों  का सपनों से साक्षात्कार । दिन और रात तो ढलते रहेंगे ; इस्कजादे और शायर तो जलते रहेंगें । वक़्त की कहानी हम वक़्त से छुपा रहे हैं , प्यारी सी भूल हम  किये जा रहे हैं । जिगर के हिसाब में  मिली यादों के लौ का , वक़्त बे वक़्त हम  दिया जला रहे हैं । कागज जिसमे पोलिथीन की परत सी चढ़  गयी है , पत्थर जिसमे पश्चिम की धूल मढ़ गयी है , ये ताबूत, ये तम्बाकू, ये सुर, ये सुराही , हम गीत बुन रहे हैं और ये  गाये जा रहे हैं ।  यादों  का सपनों से साक्षात्कार। कैसे व्यक्त करें हम आभार ।। ___________________________________________________ may 24 2012 8:17 pm dear diary  sitting on the embankment i think has ...

may 4,2012 3:30 am A little boy knocked me.'sir,begusarai'. i stepped out of the bus.the small town was muffled in darkness.bus stand name was slightly visible_ jannayak jai prakash narayan......... some tea and paan shops were quite open. a flickering hope, a flickering eye, and a flickering vapour lamp every where.roads were lull,except the screeches and sirens of passing by national permit trucks or night buses.i was just quivering.  a unique india lies within this india. an india that covers the most of the pie chart.an india that's modest yet vulnerable,that lives becoz they need to live.well its not just an india.. a perspective rather ...a frame of reference rather..from where we perceive ourselves smarter.we seldom talk about that india and when ever we talk,.... we talk diplomatically,politically and to be precise dramatically. their streets their walls do not get posters of big movies(read critically correct).they don't have sense of critical quotien...

mayankchoudhary's photography देखो रात ढलने को आई है। चांदनी.... चादरों सी बिछी ... देखो आज पिघलने को आई है। देखो रात ढलने को आई है । कहानी  जो दो लब्जों में  कभी ना कही जा सकी  देखो आज छलने को आई है ।  देखो रात ढलने को आई है ।                                                           _________________                                                      तुम हाथ मिलाती हो  हम गले लगाते हैं । तुम दरिया फैलाती हो  हम डूबे जाते हैं । तुम आँख मिलाती हो हम आँखों में जीते हैं । तुम रोये जाती हो हम आंसू पीते हैं । तुम प्रणय के गीत गाती हो हम लब्ज़ बनातें हैं। तुम रुक सी जाती हो  फिर भी हम आत...

april 11,2010 sunday wonder why i have started discussion with this date? well its inevitable. it was jee 2010.I Will not say i was prepared to the optimum,yet i was qualified enough to get in ..alas i didnt... that year i missed the general cut off by 11 marks.i didnt cry for i am not habituated of tears.to some of the phone calls that i responded that day i just said" if winter is there                                                                      can spring be far away". my near by collegues asked me about the underlying reason for the failure.I just said i was not qualified enough.but truth is not so straight...well i will tell you sometimes.... now it has been almost two years.i am just to complete my second semester in IIT kharagpur,i believe i should put forth some reasonable points t...

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...