Tamed Disease...28th post...

You Say Am A Pestilence,

I Say I Am Nausea…

Call Me Expletive,

But Am A Blotch…

Not Diaspora,

But A Country Men …

Never Born, But Tamed…

Reason Not Illicit, But Ignorance…

Not Really Obnoxious But Harmful As Lethal…

I Am Not Rich, Am Poor…

I Don’t Have A Voice, But I Have A Cry…

You Can Ignore Me But Can’t Grow Simultaneously,

Because My Roots Were Sown With Intensity…

I Wait For A Wave, To Free The Slave…

I Wait For A Morning; Poor Will Wake Up Yawning…

I Wait For A Day; Rivers Will Flow Silently, Sun Will Shine Brightly And

POOR WILL WALK PROUDLY…

Motivated...27th Post...:)

Motivated Sun...

Anything that keeps you alive in your Sleep and everything that keeps you strong and erected can be referred as Motivation…

Harsh Snehanshu Says:-

"The day I find a woman who can inspire me will be the day I would call myself in love…"

The fact is true because we all know “Behind Every Successful Man There’s A Woman…” But there are even men who got women after Success; Men’s with everything but craving for a women…Men possessing all except the true feeling…

Motivation is not a phrase defined by women but it is apparent to irrepressible like jovial man, motivation is the undercover definition of success and sumptuous happiness…Motivation is an emporium where drugs are sold to Decimate laziness and then astonish others by making an ablaze success…

Amidst of busy schedule, if you are bound to take out time for something totally different then “it specifies you are motivated to do it…”

With all aching body and sleepy eyes if you check your social networking profile then you are motivated to do it…

Always Motivated For Party...

On the day of your Interview if you dare to care for a Basketball match then you are Inclined towards Basketball…It means basketball defines you and your personality not the interview…

A poor wakes up with a prayer in mind and expectation in eyes to gain substantial food and remains motivated for the same everyday, whether it is rain or sunshine…
Motivation is like addiction for a billionaire, they wake up every morning with plans and ideas for multiplying their income and assets…

To me something that keeps motivated is a desire of life with carefree attitude and tension free mind… I am motivated enough to woke up every morning and read articles and a story on “Graffiti” (Famous Blog Of Famous Harsh Snehanshu… Because I have more interest in Reading Story and Literature than anything else…)

I am even motivated to wake up every morning before Her and wish her “Good Morning Beautiful…;)”

Report Card...26th post...:)

19 years old, studying from last 16 years. Got many report cards but none of them makes me feel so exotic like this one does. Because this is something I want to do and am doing it with full dedication. Waking up at 6 a.m on Sunday morning(being a 2^nd year engineering student…) Editing and Posting is what defines my Dedication…

Well! I have just completed 25 Blogs and am feeling like am at the top of the world…(Om Shanti Om..) whereas I know people with hundreds of blogpost, but can’t help this is me A Person looking for happiness in whatever he does.

My Friends and Family members call me introvert and less Happening because alike them I don’t like partying and dancing what I like and interested in is self-satisfaction. They find happiness in dance and I keep myself happy by sharing my creativity (photography and writing, although an immature one…)

Kissi Ne Kaha Hai “ Insaan Ke Sath Wo Hi Hota Hai, Jo Wo Chahta Hai…” and this is what I want Readers And Critics. Readers to Read and Compliment and Critics to Read and Comment…

Three months up as a Blogger, 26 posts, 8000 pageviews and lots of appreciation…Thanx to all the known and unknown readers, thanx to all who added me on Social Network because of my Blog. Thanx to all the Authors who have read my blog and complimented…

Dedicated Me...

  I Will Tell You A Secret Today…

People who have been with me says “ I Lose interest as fast as I gain…” I start and stop with the resonating frequency (same with Relationships…) but now after a lots of  Ups and Downs and innumerable calculations AM here (on Collegediaryrelateurself.blogspot.in) with the real interest of my life (Writing And Relationship) and believe me I am really working to make it worthy…

It’s Just The Matter Of Time You Realise Your Passion, Starts Working And Rest All Follows…
      

                                                                  Pranav Shree…

Fallacy Of Life...25th post...:)

     Friends Turn The Fallacy Of Life Into Euphoric…

     They Deceive Pain At Every Crossroad Of Life…

     Tolerates Your Barbaric Attitude,

     Along With Your Stentorian Tone,

     They Stupefy With Their Emancipated Attitude.

     You Turn Innocuous In Behaviour,

     And Starts Loving Everything Nostalgic…

     But At Times They Annoy You;

     They Go Away Leaving You Amputated;

      Under Bad Debt…

      And Now Your Kaleidoscopic Days Are Merely Reveries…

Well its about the first day we come to college leaving all the masti behind. Now mamma waking you up with a cup of tea is not like a general day; indeed it is a vacation…

First day of college; you are ecstatic and nervous; with all the new commodities and expectation you look forward to a new endeavour… You expect your class to be exquisite and being a boy you will be looking for faces to get smitten by…

You will meet people from different places. Some will be religious, some pessimist, some diaspora while some will be hugely magnetic… Class starts and you try to concentrate, some are irritating while some are impossible to ignore and the girl sitting beside you may be the topper…(9.33)

I remember the very first day, I saw a girl, the way she entered, SMILING THODA THODA, ABUSING THODA THODA AND WITH FULL CUTENESS ON HER FACE

 ( the scene is still Afresh in my mind as a Blotch…) The very first moment I saw her, it was decided “She will make a great Friend  to Me”…

I was Impressed but not Smitten by her first dastard move…

Going with the flow and the hulla bulla of college life we became friends and slowly with the passing time our friendship was turning indomitable… We used to wait for each other at different crossroads, share our burger soda and cold coffee…

         Feelings= Not Love, Still Special…

        Friendship=Not obsolete, still decrepitude…

        Absence=Not a disease, Still Nausea…

       We were=Not a Staunch, But Still Friends…

But, something somewhere went terribly Wrong…
wo, kehte hai na:- “ The More You Value Others; You Start Losing Your Value In Their Life…”

Same Happened;

From “With You” to “Without You”…

From “You” To “Why You”…

Everything changed, the Relation, Friendship And Feelings…

From “Tere Sath” To “Ignore maar usse”…

Her Friendship took me everywhere and at the epilogue of the story she left me in a decrepitude house of questions but no one to answer…

The Question, that hurts and at the same time I smile revisiting the gold olden days…

To All Reading this:- “ Why We Start Losing Our Value In Others Life, When We Value Them A Lot…???”

P.S:- To All The Boys And Girls Out There; Never Hurt A Person Who Can Do Anything For You Because “What Goes Around Comes Around…”

Moreover your innocuous behaviour can turn others Lunatic…
“People Regret For Not Valuing Their Relationships and There are People Who Regret For Valuing Too Much…”

At The End Everyone Stand Up And Clap For Me; Guys This Is My 25^th Blogpost….:) Yeee…J

Love And Lust...24th Post...:)By shashank...

This Blog Was Planned, Jotted Down On A Paper And Was Typed In MS-Word By - Shashank Redemption...:)

'' He who desires but acts not , breeds pestilence " -  William blake

Checking out the vital stats of the girl that just passed by and contemplating the physicality of her assets is a casual and an ancient practice. No one is to be blamed here, as it's something hardwired into our systems since our inception. Years of evolution have seen our transition from primates to sapiens, and with it a huge influx of complexity to the functional brain. And the  two emotions associated with the adult sapien brain, namely- love and lust , has never failed to grab attention.

                                                                     

                                                                                       We all are driven by these two emotions in our life; no one qualifies as an exception.But man has hitherto failed to untangle the real paradox of love and lust- two deceivingly similar instincts at times. So are they different? If yes, then by what margin?

                              

                                                                            Everybody wants to love and be loved. Life without a dose of love seems impossible at most times. Infact someone rightly said that love is that potent a feeling which urges an individual to be a better person!

                                                                             Carnal fantasy or bodily desire- a few synonyms of lust. It's defination is greatly manipulated throughout the different cultures however. While some have embraced it as the human counterpart of the cosmic process, others have labeled it as evil. Whatever it might be, the point is that we cannot do without it.

                                                                           Now if lust is the biological urge ( it is infact) which pushes an individual to indulge in the act of multiplication of progenies( which we all  end up doing anyway), then what makes the existence of love valid ? They both are the same then ? Maybe that explains  why some say that love is infact a prelude to sex, while some are of a more serious opinion that love is actually a blend of desire and the need to open up oneself to that someone without being embarrased otherwise. We are leaving out the biologists for now, and anyone else for whom the discussion is just a matter of a few organic reactions in the brain!

                                                                                 It might be that love is actually a process of selecting an eligible individual to vent out the fumes of lust. If yes, then love and lust go hand in hand, and  lust is but the physical expression of love. But it is then that we are confronted by the ‘moral police’, who may choose to differ , raising questions about loyalty and faith. For them, it is but natural for a man to lust for more than one women and vice-versa. Infact it is a process of natural selection which enabled  ancient  timers( no offence ) to single out their ‘worthy’ mates. The only reason that the practice of polyamorous relationships  had ceased to exist in the civilized societies  would be the social norms imposed  by culture, religion and education( other agendas might be- like it was a measure perhaps  to ensure availability .

                                                                             To sum up – it is lust which provides most of the momentum required to  bridge the gap.......the gap between literally incompatible minds of the sexes. Without it , love between man and woman is incomplete and the idea of propagation seems doubtful.

P.S:- All Comments And Compliments Are hereby Meant For Shashank ...:)

Nightmare...23rd Post...:)

The Bench Awaits The Arrival Of You And Me Together...<3

It would be a Real Nightmare to wake up a morning and not finding you by my side. It would be terribly tough for me to come out of bed and look for you around; for me everything is "with you" and everything is sheer shit "without you"...
Libido is a word whose dictionary meaning is "A Part that causes Internal desire of happiness and sex..." for me my libido is you and your presence. Libido with its extremist Depth and extremist Elevation...
It would be really Astonishing for me and my life to live without you and your shadow; shadow of your Fulsome Beautifully Sculptured Human Body (Human Body because your soul is always there with me in Ups and Downs; In Dark and in Sunshine; In Agony and in Bonhomie...)
I Would Cry one whole day in despair and pain; i'll experience the loneliness once again but this time it would be more difficult to live with your Beautiful Imprints on my Body, Soul and Nerves. And the very next day i'll join you. Once again Love will Rise, Sorrows will Die, Euphoria will be Embraced and Loneliness will be Murdered...
But it would be really difficult to wake up in a morning without YOU being my side...:) 

P.S:- I LOVE YOU...<3