मंजिल या रस्ता

इस पल की पहेली में
सुलझते कितने ख्वाब
नज़रों की हर ख्वाहिश
पास आकर इतरा रही

रास्ते तो हैं कई सही
पत्थरों की चादर से ढके
हैरानी बस इस बात की
रास्तों का कोई छोर नहीं

कसूर मेरा है या रास्तों का
मंजिल ने तो कब का कह दिया
या तो मंजिल मिलेगी या रास्ता
पर रस्ते बिन मंजिल कहां

सुनी मन की करी मन की
बस मन के रस्ते पे चल पड़ा
कह रहा धीमे से मन, बढ़ा कदम
रास्ता ही मंजिल है, मंजिल रास्ता

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one,
And that has made all the difference.

Cute Quote

दिल में दिमाग में तुम ही तुम बस गए हो,
डरता हूँ, प्यार में कहीं बस-ड्राईवर न बन जाऊँ

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Apoorva Chandra: /@pu:rv ch@ndr/ noun
Unprecedented moon, peerless, unparalleled

BTech: Theory - Electrical Engineering
Practical - Arts
Inspiration - Management

IIT: A zoo where monkeys arrive to watch the Saturday show. Mr AC wrote for toilet papers, spoke with stage fright on various stages, acted in sick & perverted ways, read Nancy Friday, danced in front of hundreds like a true bathroom dancer, scored 2-20 during bisemly tests, did a shaktimaan and a doodhwala during ragging, got a sex-change operation to play the heroine of his own play, rose to fame when he was caught playing Sita in Freshie Nite, saved some asses from Chandysaurus Deanex, got slapped in front of the whole institute for his poor acting and got bumped in his only interview as well as GD - all this just to please the monkeys. FINALly, he landed up in the F! cell which is his final chance to get out of the zoo.

Girl: Outside the zoo, the species hitting (on) you for being able to be locked up in the zoo. The Mr Happy that you're for having something so hot near you, you end up being Mr Loser (detailed account of incidents to be revealed if you manage to get me drunk, which is not quite easy, albeit some daredevils did succeed once upon a time). Inside the zoo, the species you think are missing.

The Law of the Jungle: All species are male. The zoo administration is gay.

Feedback: SHUT UP JACKASS! F!ng F!nal YEAR SHITHEAD.

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Life's so nice
And I am wise (WTF!)
Fun at its peak
What else do I seek
Still I feel
A pulse of zeal
Just do it the way
For come what may
I'll move ahead... (chal chal aage badh, hawa aane de)

Cute Quote

कौन कम्बख्त कहता है प्यार में गम है
हम तो कब से उससे चिपकने की कोशिश कर रहे हैं, चिपकती ही नहीं है

:P

Where the dreams sail across meltdowns;
Where the gaze is firm and confident;
Where the wings are laughing at PJs;
Where the shirts have Saarang written over them;
Where the men regard each other as gods;
Where the terms are dictated not received;
Where the world awaits the change to be brought by each one -
Into that heaven of freedom, my father, let my IIT awake.

Place Meant For

Quit, it says. I can't eat into anyone's job, not at a time like this, not when I stand to gain a little and someone might lose so much.

Optimism is the key. It's a storm out there. Everyone's caught. Get a place to hide in. Strike when the sunshine arrives.

Life's got numerous bus stops, like the DTC ones. Get off the bus you took just to escape the rains at one of these. A bit of quick running and a fine jump will take you aboard the bus of your dreams.

IITians need not worry about weather fluctuations. We create our destiny ourselves, through vision, perseverance and sheer courage. All those night-outs before end-sems and quizzes have been nothing less than climbing a mountain in a day. We are tough people and can survive anything. It's a fresh start. Let the race begin, again, to find the place we are meant for.

Pursuit of ?

One desire,
One at a time.
I desire,
Desire knows no time.
A desire in time,
A time of desire;
What is life,
Sans time sans desire?
Desire to live,
Desire to smile,
Desire to stop by and smell the flower.
Let the time come.
Let them all desire.

Desire of freedom.
Free of comma.
Free of full-stop
Free of con.ti.nu.it.y.
Ultimate desire,
Ultimate freedom -
Desire to be free of desire.


हजारों ख्वाहिशें ऐसी कि हर ख्वाहिश पे दम निकले

बहुत निकले मेरे अरमान, लेकिन फिर भी कम निकले

लालाजी

एक थे प्यारे लालाजी
पहनते थे वह पजामा जी
शान से निकलते
पैदल गाड़ी पे सवार होके
नयनों पे चश्मा
कुर्ता कभी नहीं अपना
तोंद का व्यास
था पचपन के पास
उनकी मूँछ
लगती गाय की पूंछ
सर पे चांद यूं चमकायें
करवा चौथ का व्रत पूरा हो जाए
ज्यों ही सड़क पे कदम रखते
पतली गली के कुत्ते पकड़ लेते
केले के छिलकों पे गिरते-फिसलते
बचते बचाते दुकान पहुँचते
लाला की दुकान
नीची दुकान फीके पकवान
आटे-दाल का भाव
भगा देता था उल्टे पांव...

Can't remember the rest of the lines.
One of my first poems, written in class 8th.

DhaiAakharPremKa 120 (with revision of important concepts taught earlier)

Thank you, Mario! But our princess is in another castle!

There you go. Either the croc-demon has planted seven clones of the princess to keep you busy while he is having all the dance-drama-party with the real princess or he is the psycho next door who collects princesses and locks them up inside white-stoned fire-under-bridge type castles guarded by his crooked croc-bros. In all humility, the question is why is Mario doing all this? Is he a Goku or a Bruce Lee who fights because he has nothing else to do? Or is he a happy-go-lucky it's-all- about-money-honey Uncle Scrooge who is just going on and on in his expeditions collecting golden dollars by smashing his head into bricks while saying hello to all those deadly horrendous ducks and squash-my-dumb-head villains? The point is, one can't rule out a hidden part of the story which could be – Mario loves the princess.

As shocking as it might seem to be, a rational analysis would help in coming to the above conclusion. What are the odds of Mario surviving all the eight stages without jumping into those ditches separated by strips as thin as Bhaand's hairline? And if by his mother's blessings, he manages to cross them, facing those monkeys who have stolen Mowgli's boomerangs is riskier than investing with Layman Bros. With his life at stake, the only reason to drive Mario into the behind of the devil can be nothing but true love. And it is true love which forms the basis of the marketing strategy of Mario Bros. A quick question would be what is true love? Has anyone seen it? Yes, there is motherly love, fatherly love, brotherly, sisterly, friendly, just-friends-ly, chuddy-buddy-ly and the other kind of love which is beyond the scope of engineers and is better left for biologists to research upon. But if a Mario stages so much fight for such loves, would he still remain the cool dude that he is? Let's not kid ourselves. Even a Balayya or a Mithun would jump off a ten-storeyed building for such loves. But only Mario reserves his knighthood and fighting prowess solely for his love-life.

The crux of the matter is - what matters in a boy's life, ultimately, is what girls want. Doesn't every girl dream of a knight riding a white horse with a torn Zorro/Baazigar-type mask on his face coming at 90 km/hr but caught in a slow motion of 20 km/hr (or is it the other way?) to rescue her from the castle of a Mogambo? It is just to fulfill this dream that some of our epics were written and so were the rest of the rescue-the-girl stories. What does all this have to do with an average IITian? Let's analyze the problem in detail. The only love our man gets is from mom which is quite evident from the tears which trickle down his cheek every time he listens to the Maa song of Taare Zameen Par or every time he puts that piece of chapati of CR M1 into his mouth.

All of a sudden, somebody up there gets kinder and then arrive (MA) girls in the campus. Our man, who has always been attending classes just to ensure that he surpasses that 74.9% attendance mark through cooperation and team-work, gets interested in not just attending classes but occupying certain meticulously selected seats half an hour before the HS class begins. Suddenly, he starts demanding for more pocket money and his parents can not be happier for he has been wearing those two sets of Shaastra T-shirts and jeans for the last three years. Every day a small cup of coffee to get the license to stay and hours of lovely exchange of emotions in CCD become a daily norm. Love's in the air. But is it true love? Is there a test for true love? Going back to the basics, she wants to be rescued from a Mogambo's castle by a Zorro/Baazigar riding a white horse like the Highwayman, remember? Now, unless and until that happens, sorry, but it ain't possible to have true love. So, all the love-birds chirping in the jungle can either accept the temporary nature of their love or the brave ones can start looking for a Mogambo who can abduct their beloved in a castle which is not too tough to break into. May the force be with you!

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Very rarely do i get so restless. Perhaps after years. Don't know where to go, what to do. One plain question and it has just stirred me.

Background: All through my childhood, i fancy of becoming an army man one day. Firing bullets from behind the dressing table with my brand new machine gun manufactured by none other than Leo Toys, i have a feeling that i can single-handedly tackle all those soldiers, tanks, and aircrafts, much similar to the ones displayed in Shaastra.
Then comes adolescence and comes along the lure of paisa. I start dreaming of opening some firms and having a pool of gold coins to swim (DD Metro 6 pm: DuckTales). Then everyone, damn everyone around me starts singing IIT hymns and a myth that an IIT hallmark is the entry ticket for joining the circus of the most intelligent of the most intelligent species on the planet catches me. The confident guy that i am, i think i am built for IIT (or the other way). JEE happens. With all those saas-bahu operas of Ekta Kapoor, no blessings of any Bansal and no determination to complete H C Verma, i miss the cut-off. As they say, uparwala jo bhi karta hai achhe ke liye hi karta hai and i join FIITJEE with a lesson in mind that you gotta put some ass in the mill to get the meat out. JEE happens again.

Elec @ IITM: It is one of those feelings which come when you have a feeling that you are laughing for the wrong reasons. With no clue of or care for what lies ahead, for the first few months, i have fun in life. And the amount of fun it is, all i can say is i can't handle any more.
But something gets completely changed all this while. Somewhere, i don't know where, a sense of satisfaction comes into existence. Now satisfaction is one big word. I become generally happy in life and all of a sudden, my needs of becoming a billionaire lose air. It just becomes too small a motivation to own palatial houses and drive all kinds of Mercs and even a small contribution to making a few people's life better seems worth much more. I think i have some clue that not all are enjoying a raise in their living standards with India shining and this is what bugs me.

The question: After a few years, what do i want to say when someone asks me what do you do? There are some clues to the riddle which come when i ask myself what makes me happy. But it becomes really dark after reaching the last stage of the game where there are two ways out. There is this corporate world full of glamour and money with opportunities to grow and satisfy those management and leadership urges in the global b-arena. And then there is this administration job of an IAS which gives you authority and capability to bring about a change in the lives of people who need it the most. Only industrialization can transform an impoverished society like ours and govt. administration has an important part to play(or better yet, not to play). Putting bluntly, corporate world is the key to a Ramraj and administration is the bottleneck. What i haven't figured out yet is - where do i fit in?