A BiG THANKKKKKKK UUUUUUUUUU................

Often do I stand in the dark underneath the heavenly blue cover studded with twinkling stars and the crescent shaped moon, chaste as a kids laughter, and try to muster all the epochal events and the people upon whom I can blindly entrust the complete responsibility of making me what I m today , coz of whom I always have that self proclaimed “million dollar smile “on my face , and who have been significant enough to influence me in some way or the other. This blog is nothing but a sincere effort to pay tribute to all those who have been like a bulwark for me , and I m going to do this by saying a simple but a big "THANKKKKKK UUUUUUU” to all of them.

1-Mummy-The biggest THANKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU is for my mom for simply making me what I m today. Her love , her motivation, her support , her guidance and every single thing that she does for me, I thank her from the core of my heart for all those things.

2- Papa- I thank my dad for always being there at times when I need him , for his precious advices , and for making our family The Best in this world.

3- Dalu- Whenevr I close my eyes and think abt people who knw me the best , two names at once flash across my eyes at a lightening speed , one of them being Dalu , my sister, and I thank her for knwing me so well, for gifting me with lovely gifts on every birthday, for being my only saviour in turbulent times , for troubling me for treats , and surely for keeping me in touch with Physics, Chemistry and Maths with her questions every now and then.

4- Shank Da – My cousin , I thank him for that Orange Candy with which he treated me a few days back( given that he never treats neone..its like a taboo for him!!) , and for the all the cycle rides that he has given me with urs truly sitting and njoying at the back on all those bumpy roads, for his peculiar dance in which he performs “The One and The Only Step” of his , I thank him for all those things.

5-My Friends – Saurabh for his xpert comments on various issues….Vineet for his resplendent thoughts and philosophical crap…..Munshi for always helping me to pack my luggage, for his treats and for his ever ready-to-help attitude…. Shubham for making me a part of thomso and for lending me with 10-20rs whenever I have to go to canteen…. Karan for all those lifts that he has given me for the deparment and for helping me in studies…..Bhrigu Raj Singh for making me a gud fifa player , for making me much more patient, for helping me in learning solid mechanics, for accompanying me to canteen every day, for giving me new names every now and then…..Bharat for listening to my chats that I often used to have with a frnd of mine and for the discussions that we often had and also for the only telugu movie of my life till date…..Guruuuu for helping me in dealing with civil engg with his super knowledge and notes…..Mohit ,Rajat and Gaurav for bestowing me with some of the best times of my life , I THANK ALL OF THEM and even to those whose name I haven’t mentioned but have been integral to me at some point of time.

6- The Pegasus- I thank “Pegasus” for soaring so high in the sky and taking me along with her to heights where I actually discovered who I was, rather who I am and what actually I could do. For making even a small victory of mine a heyday , for finding out those “dimples” which I never thought I had , for eating up my Candy Floss which I saved for my ownself from heavy rain , for the smile that often flutters across my face as I recall her trying to squeeze the lemon over onion at a restaurant, for the song “pyar deewana hota hai…..”, for all those gruelling verbal fights, for always taking my side, for always being sang-froidal for me, for being a motivation for me, for having confidence in me, for instilling self-credence in me which I find has been been very significant for me. I feel if I continue I could go on and on and on. I wud just end by thanking this creation of god for every single act of her and for every thing that she did , does or will do for me.

7-Goodness Gracious i forgot to mention abt Pankumari, i thank her for making me feel like a KING at home just giving orders and always getting them executed in the shortest possible time , and yes also for all those lovely gifts that she presents me with on my birthday every year.

A Cat , Urs Truly and A Race

Now i won’t call myself superstitious, but at times i m carried away by emotions. Emotions can be a persons biggest enemy but can also act as a guiding lamp in turbulent times , helping u to believe in ur inborn strengths , to recognize what ur abilities are. Now i don’t want to get in to this philosophical melodrama , explaining u the power of emotions. But i have an anecdote to tell, my latest victory , possible only because i had a firm belief that i can run and not just run but run faster than a cat could.

My nanaji , naniji and mamaji were here in lucknow for last three days. Yesterday only they were to leave for Gorakhpur and so i was given the job to get an auto for the railway station. So without wasting a second i immediately headed towards the stop where one can easily get an auto , but then u don’t always get what u want. I waited there for approximately 15-20 minutes but cudn’t find a single auto. Now since it was getting late so i headed towards another stop. Because of the scarcity of time i decided to take a short cut. I was familiar with the route but then the short cut was quite deserted , and one could hardly find a human species enroute , though u can witness myriad forms of other living species there in the form of cows, dogs, pigs , birds also , and last but not the least Cats.

Now i was heading towards my destination when i saw her. There she stood at a distance , on the corner of the road , confused she was , i cud make out from her face. For me she was the finest and the cutest piece of furball that i had ever seen. White in colour with brown stripes , two antenna type ear, a lovely long tail and legs that cud even give Katrina Kaif a run for her money. How can one even think that this lovely creature is a member of Tiger family?? But no doubts she was , and urs truely realized it very soon.

Now slowly and steadily as i approached her, the cat seemed to get more and more attracted towards me, as if i was the north pole of the magnet and she the south one. I wasn’t scared by any stretch of imagination but superstitious, i was. Failing to get an auto on the earlier stop i was desperate to get it this time and had a strong feeling that if the cat crossed the road before i did then surely i won’t get one this time also. I think the cat also had some inkling about my feelings. With distance less than a few meters between us i stopped. Stared at her , our eyes locked in to each other , she even tried to scare me with her cute teeth , the confusion that i read on her face seemed to be long lost , she now had an aim , aim to cross the road before i did . Driven my emotions i ran rather sprinted at a speed which surely would have won me an Olympic gold. I ran straight , she ran across the road but the focal point we both ran and finally i did it. Yessss i defeated a member of the Tiger Family , elated and ecstatic i was with a feeling no less than what Sherpa Tenzing and Edmund Hillary would have felt reaching atop Mount Everest. The cat disappeared as if she was ashamed of her defeat but hats off to that lovely creature. With a sudden surge of confidence in me i reached the stop in no time, hired one auto for the railway station and came back home in time.

The complete incidence hardly had any impact on me( i already had a self belief that i could run) but one thing that will always remain etched in this tiny brain of mine forever will be the beauty of that member of the Tiger Family, tiger family naaaaa i will have to reconsider it!!!

Violin....desires plummeted!!!

Now i have a special affection towards music, and it was my cherished childhood desire to be a master of atleast one musical instrument. So Violin i decided, yes Violin, maybe my choice being guided by King Khans heroics in some movie , or my desire to be a modern day Einstein. But done Violin , i m gonna be a perfectionist. So with hopes as high as the Eiffel tower i went to mahanagar to get some details about the classes.
"Five years sir", said the instructor.
I said ,"What??".
"Five years and u will be a master at it", said the instructor.
"Can't you teach me something in 20 days, i just have 20 at my dispense", i told him.
"U can try out Guitar, two months only", replied the teacher.
"20 days sir, can i learn sumthing", i asked him.
"Well it will be tough, since we have weekly classes only", he replied.

So with my hopes plummeting at a rate faster than that of speed of light, i came back.
On my way back home, i pondered over other options on which i could work upon. Hmmmm 20 days ,what can i do to fulfill my cherished desire. Ektara , came to my mind, gud substitute for violin, or i can try out my hand at Manjeera, or how about a Dhapli (i really njoy that song "dhapli wale dhapli baja"), or the Indian Damru,can be bought from any fare, or the easiest of them all the routine Bell that we often use for poojas and all. I can be a pefectionist, Ahhh my hopes sky rocketed at a lightening pace. I had so many options at my disposal, delirious i came back home and said to mum "Mom I dont have much time for Violin, but ur son surely can be a PERFECTIONIST".

Back to Kota.....

Kota , a destination that will always remain inked in this tiny brain of mine till the day i take my last breath. Two Years after leaving this city i once again got an opportunity to be there for two days. A feeling of nostalgia immediately gripped me at the thought of being there once again.I was excited , after all i was going to kota, the place where i had some of the most memorable, beautiful, tiresome and challenging days of my life. A place that certainly made me competent enough to face all the challenges and hardships of life witout any fear. Now the purpose of the visit was to meet my sister dalu who went there this year to prepare for IIT. Ok IIT ,i really want to write about this mysterious place, geeks heaven for the outside world, but for me a place full of psychos and maniacs of which yours truly is also a part, but right now its Kota and only Kota, so wait IIT you will surely be blessed with yours truly attention but after some time.

So left for Kota on 8th ,was on Jan Shatabdi Express, and reached there on 8th itself by 8o’clock. Now my luggage was quite heavy so immediately decided to hire an auto, “90 rs de dena om cineplex tak ke” proclaimed one autowallah, i was shocked 90rs!!! , you gone nuts or what, i said 60 not a penny more than that i know kota as well the autos here, but things did not seem to go my way, I think the self created myth “ I m a Good bargainer” seemed to be a very short-lived one. So finally 70 it was decided. There we go a ride through the heart of the city, the old natraj theatre , famous once for some carnal stuffs, was now owned by adlabs, the roads , the trees , the wind , the tension on the face of students , the anxiety on the faces of parents, everything was the same, but still I said to myself “Kota has changed”.

Finally was there at the Om Cineplex where my mum was waiting for me and from there went to my sisters hostel. Now take this one a memorable expearence, urs truly entering a girls hostel , the warden keeping a close eye on me, inspecting me from top to bottom, as if I was from Pluto. But who cares , atleast I donot. Met my sister dalu and explained her a number of things. The next day was busy buying things of daily use for my sis, meeting all my near and dear ones and then finally having a ride through the city with my friends manish and shubham.
Finally had to leave on the third day , was packing my things but there was sumthing that made me feel strange. Something that I did not want to happen, and sumthing I wanted to avert. I always believe that there is difference in being precocious and a child prodigy. Child prodigy is a gift of god. But precociousness, that’s what troubling me, the kids today are not doing what they want , rather doing what their parents want, and these coaching classes are completely robbing them of there time, not letting them njoy the pleasures bestowed upon them. Then I don’t feel there is any harm in being a progressive thinker , thinking about world, about ursellf , but I personally think the kids today are developing this thought process at a much earlier age, at a time when they should cherish the joys of world, doings things which they like to do. Take this one “I m 7 years old, I m not a kid”, well my reply “hey kid , r u kidding!!”.

Now as I left kota , again a strange feeling took over me, to be frank I was sad to see the tensed faces of students toiling to get admissions in the reputed IITs . But then everyone wants a secure life and if that’s at the cost of ones freedom , so let it be.

My Visit to Akshardham Temple in Delhi...a memorable one

Gem of a structure, intricate in design, inimitable and certainly indelible. In words of yours truly “If there is heaven in Delhi it is this, it is this , it is this!!!”. I was fortunate enough to visit this magnificent monument not once but twice and on both the occasions this majestic piece of architecture left me agape. The peace that i felt inside this serene heavens abode was everlasting. The musical fountain, witnessed by nearly two thousand people , was awesome throwing different shades of colour on various aspects of life. I particlary enjoyed it because there are two things that i really like , one is music and the other is colours, and the fountain was a perfect mix of both. But the best part for me were the sculptured elephants on the boundary wall of the temple. So fat, so cool, so innocent, so small, so lovely, truly marvellous!!!