WHEN I SPILLED THE GLASS OF MILK, IT LOOKED LIKE MOON TO ME!!!

It is not soon that I heard mom screaming at the top of her voice to finish the milk. It was a regular stuff happening over and over again. I was ignoring her voice, a complete innocence though. The whole decibel level at my place could have invited the patrolling guards if I were in US. It was not just mom; it included the noisy quarrels between me and my sister. We were so lean into the fight that I tipped over the glass of milk and followed the deafening silence. “What happened”, she looked onto my face, not paying heed to the milk. I was so terrified over my mistake that I lost my voice. Everything else other than “MOON” was unheard in my reply. She glanced towards my sister who pointed out the dining area smeared with milk.

The slap was inevitable but the whole MOON thing resulted in a Uno count which could have been more. The smile signalling lower temperature under the roof was a relief. I was too small to realize what just happened but was happy that the innocence saved me. Sometimes we don’t even realize that how minute things simplifies the labyrinth path to our destination. The difference we see brings the difference in our life.

“Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one.” – Albert Einstein

The age old saying we live the life on how we perceive a glass half filled with water. People sometimes omit their fears with an optimism and surpasses the hurdle much more easily than he would have done earlier. We all get caught up in our stories. Most of us think we are our stories. It’s when those stories take on a life of their own, and that life isn’t the one we want, that things start to suck.

Think about the story we’re living right now. Who wrote it? Did one consciously decide to create the reality we’re living now, or was it mainly shaped by our parents, friends, spouse, school, or the media? If we don’t like the story that we are living, then change the perception. Envision how we would write the next chapter of our story. Better yet, actually sitting down and writing it would help. Focussing our perception on creating a new reality, one where we are in charge of the story. We should take back the job as screenwriter and director, and stop just being an actor (unless someone is like JULIA ROBERTS – I rather enjoy her acting).

Everything begins with a decision – decide now to be in charge of one’s own perception of reality. Because if we don’t, there are plenty of folks whose sole purpose in life is to craft that perception for us. Do we trust them to have our best interest in mind.....?

CHANGE STORY, CHANGE PERCEPTION and CHANGE OUR LIFE.

The Cinderella

Once upon a time in a city which is no more the capital of India lived a girl named " S ". Pretty in her cute dresses and ravishing looks made her an eye-candy. In a hustle with this existing world of toppers and no home for a mediocre, she chose a coaching center which promised her survival. The thing which is more important is not related to her persona but incidents with my friends which resulted in this post.

With every word " S " scribbled and each droplet of sweat dripping over her shoulders made the guys uncomfortable. Her aura was a nemesis for my friends(Just finished HIGH SCHOOL from all 'boys' school). S basking in glory, as always used to tease them with her flick of hair and a cute smile as an add-on. Those two hours of classes were traversed in no time as cited by A, one of my friends.

They felt it was going out of their hands to limit her never diminishing fragrance.So these bunch of idiots made her life menacing. They used to ogle her, throw silly comments and sometimes even stalk her. "Tera peecha naa hum chhodenge soniye", this is wat they used to sing sitting right behind her. The whole batch used to love there squabbles and they agreed to leave the seats behind her empty for my friends. They even managed to pull a prank at a local coffee shop by sneaking a bill of more than one grand instead of a mere 100 bucks. She walked down with the bill , crushed it with attitude and said "Who". All friends pointed to one. Poor 'SK'.

There it all started, the stalking became rivalry and all the chances of friendship were deep buried. In another such mesmerizing event where the batch was asked to play a game of "Truth and Dare", the idiots got lucky as she got stuck with a dare to be decided by them. They asked her to keep standing for a minute and kept gazing at her. It seemed they were measuring her through their eyes. She got annoyed and a second more would have resulted in plumed red cheeks as acknowledged by 'P'. BACH GAYE SAALE.

This was the lost cause where they could not be friends. Tried hard and failed miserably. Back to the present. "Its everywhere on news channel. The hapless girl we knew is marrying MSD", says 'P'. 'N' says, "If we could seal the friendship that time, we would totally be attending the marriage in Dehradoon." A retorts" Shes a s**t. She made out with MSD at Taj Bengal where she was working and now they are getting married." His wide grin gave us an acknowledgment about his fake pretense. All sighed with a remark that the Girl had her LUCK . She was a nothing and now shes the girl married to one of the richest sportsperson of the country. All claimed that there is shortcut to be rich and to marry a rich person is the best one.

She is a real life Cinderella. My friends are still trying to make a mark in their life and she is out living her dreams. Luck favours all. Mostly its in bits and pieces and for rest in such a way that it gets difficult to digest for the previous ones.

A little bit of me..

ISM is just a place somewhere in the world. May be its nothing like what can be thought of. But, if u look closer , you might see ....

Someone trying to find their way ....

someone trying to find their place .........

someone trying to find their self ........

Sometimes its easy to feel that u are the one who is frustrated and unsatisfied ..barely getting behind what you want..

But those feelings are lie, and if u just hold on .. that some one will find you and help u and make things ok .. because someone always needs help sometime ... ...someone to help us , to remind us that it wont always be like this .. that someone is out there ..and this someone will certainly find u someday ..

End of an Era : ISM DHANBAD

DHANBAD 20 MAY'10:

Its over ! Its done ! I have flipped away all the pages of the book of life in such a short time. No clue where my future is headed . No clue what I am destined to do . But I am all set out on this new Voyage where there are many more hurdles and many more rifts before success is mine and I can choose my destiny .

As the clock strikes midnight with me alone in the room waiting for my friends to return from their last meal together in Dhanbad, am having the most creepiest feelings ever. Next morning I will be gone, its all finished. It will be so dearly missed.

The journey began with an excited Shy kid pulled out of a room full of books in the open amidst 400 students trying to stand out from the crowd and make a mark. It was all about his passion to be creative and try every other new things possible. Make new friends who stay connected lifelong. So many things were imagined with Bollywood style college images reigning over mind. It met with reality soon and life continued.

First night in hostel Opal room 117 , Jokes by scientist CPP followed by proxies the very next day. Ragging period to some minor politics and playing Cards at night under halogen light fearing seniors to ruin the party . The Intelligent AMRICAN Kotu of 101 , the shy Chinkis of 122 , Obama and sincere ever helping CHOTU of 102 , the football papa of 105 , the APSGSAP of 109 , the ever studying guys of 110 , my roomie Boblu and me Bangali in 111 , Lazy Pilli and Sarvagyani Menaria baba of 117 , Shashtri and the smart ass Manju , these were termed as Godfathers (how can I forget Pyaar ka maara GULLU, who joined in next year). This was my group, amazing friend circle never cared to study . It was all about those counter strike nights , litti chhoka and chai at 2am , dhanbad station and during exam time running from one room to another, " KOI EK TOPIC PADHA DO BHAI ". Will miss those days .

After two years, wings changed and a lot changed . Few people got serious with their future , It was all about MS and MBA . But those chat sessions about wooing girls and brooding about a dull future followed by another episode of some TV Series or some kick ass Movie. Teasing friends , pulling their legs and avoiding Mess ka Khana, though people can never forget savoring Dal Baati. Many more things like Mailer Daemon and MD TEAM HANG OUTS (that meant long Meetings) , Srijan ka fashion shows and rock band performances , football and Calcio , TT and Muqabala , Pratibimb ke Dumb charades and raat bhar Sapphire ki chhat pe beer and class jaane ki naa thi kabhi kabhar. Days passed ...Placements done and now the pause where I did nothing but just gape and spend some quality time with my friends. Most of the time sulking with lost future over PSYCHOMETRIC ANALYSIS of PROMETRIC for CAT and the rest partayying.

I believe that shy kid in the previous block is much more exhilarating and outgoing after these years. But, there are feelings which makes you feel so incomplete. The gained creativity is all futile as the high profile Engg. has ruined my intellect and poisoned my thinking brain to some lazy shit. I guess good things comes in packages so no regrets. This place has though taken away my intellect but have given me memories of a life time. It has changed my perspective towards a lots of things and helped me dream big, being in touch with reality. I have made some friends who are there to help me and have inadvertently played a big role in bringing my life on track mostly my electrical batchmates Vikul , L, Kalle and Abhishek and Kohli, the omnipresent.
So much more and this would have never been possible if it was not ISM , my Alma Mater .

Here my friends are back and this few remaining hours will pass away singing aloud and with watery eyes .

Signing it off with tears and cherished memories .
DHANBAD 20 MAY'2010