Uncontrollable Unbosomings!

Aim : To get A1 in maths. Materials required: Some fat books with endless number of theorems, 25 sample papers, tuition teacher Procedure: Solve each and every sum of all the books. Devote your time to sample papers. Instead of chatting and writing on your blog, clear your doubts on social networking sites. Do maths during science. Do maths during english. Do maths during maths. Do maths for 2 months, 24x7. Observation: You faint after seeing the paper. You realize that your principal is a PhD in maths. You know that the sum of the squares of sine theta and cosine theta is 1, but you don't know the sum of sine theta and cosine theta. Results: You get B2, and eventually start hating maths again. You slap yourself for considering to opt for maths in 11th. Note: This cycle is repeated every half year.

Memories of the past, still hovering in my mind. If those moments can reoccur, I still try to find. Learning how to walk, step by step. Knowing the value of words, their deepening effects. Getting a star in my notebook was immense victory, Which gave me more joy when mom gave a chocolate to a jocund me. Learning the world, their modus operandi, Mystified me always, the ways of living leurs vie. Crying on the first day of school.. My intense agony of being separated from my mother still makes me drool. The bygones retrospect inside me, As my nostalgic gaze lingers to find the same ecstasy. Those waves of happiness are perhaps imposter moments, Escorting you for a moment before exploding into silence.

Wrote this long time back..when a five-year-old was brutally raped in Delhi. She has a story to tell, A story of every other woman Where criminals ain't criminals, They are prestigious godmen. Aloof from the chaos, Lost in her own thoughts, Her gaze lingers, Searching for her own world. Her thoughts go back to that day, Playing in the park innocently, A man offers her chocolates, And she follows him with glee. But those sweet chocolates were never received, For the man turned out to be a dog, And she howled with pain, Having faced such brutality, Left to be buried under the grave. But she was alive, Found after two days, With an oil bottle and a candle The candle not giving light, The candle giving throes. Her life was all wan, She was treated to be stable, Which was pretty ironical As mentally she was highly unstable. A mere girl aged five, Occupied with the horror, Afraid to step out, Her dignity had been murd...

A random poem written during the maths slot. She tries to be her best Not to show her flaws A person of repressed emotions Nevertheless she is neglected. With all the makeup Lest not to be called ugly It took all her courage But still, never appreciated. What is it with first impression? Carving a big mark on one's mind Even with repeated kosher It never seems to shed its plight. What is it with first impression? Paving a road of negligence Cavorting with emotions In the already woebegone deep well. What is it with first impression? Which distances our support Perhaps trust when broken Can never again mold.

Bringing down the poverty line is no doubt a harsh joke played on the poor. This move has inevitably led to thousands of people deprived of the benefits associated with people below the poverty line. Our great government is trying to show that many people have come out of poverty all these years, by lowering the poverty line.  After the disturbing statement by congress spokesman Raj Babbar, who said, "One can have a full meal for Rs.12" and the congress Rajya Sabha member Rasheed Masood's statement "You can eat well in Rs.5 in Delhi", I think that these people seem to live in a bygone era. Even a minister from Assam has seemed to join the line, by commenting that anyone can have a full meal in Rs.20. Have they become so austere that showing a little sensitivity towards the plight of the poor is too much for them? Such pretentious behavior needs to witness strong condemnation. Such derisiveness towards the poor completely shows the lack of connectivity and sensi...

On the 5th and the last day of the convention, we were given a chance to perform whatever we had learnt on the stage. It was quite a thrilling moment for me, performing in front of so many people from all around. It turned out to be really good, and I felt satisfied that I'm taking back so much from the intensives.        Before the performance, after settling down, taking the final guidance from our master. After all the performances were over, we were allowed to sleep for some time to prepare ourselves for the most awaited overnight concert. The concert commenced with Pt. Shivkumar Sharma on santoor at 8:00 pm. Various artists performed all night, making the concert melodious and enchanting. If you stay awake the whole night, you will realize that your concentration will be at the peak position, which is what happened with me. The time between 4:00 am and 6:00 am was the most soothing, as we heard Shri Venkatesh Kumar singing, giving the concert a sound fini...

Posting a little late. But the experience to share is worthwhile!   It was the 18th of June when we left for Kolkata. We went with Kiran sir, the founder of SPIC MACAY and some senior volunteers. Spending time with Kiran sir was really gratifying and we learnt so much from him. As the train entered West Bengal on the morning of 19th of June, all one could see was greenery and beautiful clouds. And rice fields.  It was absolutely beautiful and I sensed that I was going to love every moment of my stay here. Kiran sir is very particular about his yoga. But I got to realize that when we reached the station at 7 am in the morning, and he started jogging at the station! A symbol of true dedication.                                   Kiran Sir is quite oblivious to his surroundings, as he continues jogging. We reached IIM Kolkata which was 18 kms away from the Howrah station, within an hou...