God Is Definitely Not A Baba...

It was yesterday when I was in train travelling back to my college. The journey was comfortable with a book in my hand. I was busy reading ‘Connect the Dots’ a collection of 20 short stories based on Entrepreneurship by the Authoress Rashmi Bansal. Intrigued with the title, I was lost in the stories of Entrepreneurs, who were dictating their journey to the Authoress with Extra Intricacy.

With little perplexed expression the old man sitting on the berth in front interrogated “Padhne ka Shauq hai kya??”. Registering a sense of citation in his voice for me, I replied with a ‘yes’ and a big Smile on my face.

He seemed full of glee on finding a Bookaholic like him on a train journey. In his own languor, he was talking about his all time favorite Reads, gradually his voice was inching towards criticism and the next moment he was busy criticizing the famous book “Meluha Ke Mritunjay” (Immortals of Meluha) by the Banker turned Author—Amish Tripathi.
His criticism was not merely a criticism based on literati imperfection or the weak story line, instead he was frustrated with the way the Author portrayed Lord Shiva as a common man who fought for his tribe and became Lord Shiva.

The next slanderous comment he made was ‘God will not Pardon him’.

Well! The point here is neither the old man nor the book, the epicenter of this earth quake is God.

The general definition of God is:- Someone who is almighty, Someone who created this extravagant world with his great Artisanal capability.

But the Definition widely Believed is:-
God is that elected personality with hazardous power, who will destroy you if you and your views are diluted or tending to move away from his/her path of Illumination.

We have stepped on Moon and now are aiming for Mars, Scientists and Physicists like Stephen Hawkings have declared it innumerable times that God is nothing more than an extreme source of energy.
Author of books like The Secret and The Magic have taught humanity ‘How to use this extreme energy and be the one this world will admire and look for Inspiration’.

But still country like India and people like Indians(We) are busy believing that God is a coin, If you are lucky then during Toss he will show up as Heads and will award you with Diamonds, If unlucky i.e if you are a man who talks against God then he will doom you with his snobby style.

‘What is God???’ is surely not the question; the question actually is ‘Why we fear God???’

To my Understanding--that I have developed after reading numerous Books and watching innumerable Movies, the answer to this question is the teachings, being a bit more specific the Wrong teachings.
Priests or the religion evangelists who have breached hard punishments of God in our mind make us skeptical about our life and deeds.

These priests and the fathers are not the one who have either met or seen God. They are true hypocrites, who make you spend for their luxury in the name of God.

God is something Grandeur and he/she don’t meet Cheats like Baba who sit on a comfy sofa and say “Chutni k sath Samose khaya karo, ‘kripa’ banegi’.

God is someone who gets down from his Mercedes and helps the poor child from the dirty slum with food and other needful things.

God is that every simple man who makes Endeavour for the fulfillment of basics needs of human.

God is that ‘Shiva’ who fought numerous battles for his tribe and became the Immortal of Meluha.

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Relatives...

A marriage is a relationship between a man and a woman.
Contrary- Marriage is an event, where the connected ones are summoned from the different corners of the world to celebrate the union of two souls and in India union of two families.

Relatives- Those with whom you have blood relations.
Contrary- A set of vague people only available, either when you are Excelling or when you are all Drawn.

Relatives play a very influencing role in our lives. If you have a good set of relatives then you will grow into a smiling man and if you have an intruder set of relative who keeps interfering, then you will grow into a man with skeptical personality, you will reckon danger and fear before every new Endeavour you make.
But, at the end everything pays off.

Relatives are the one who makes ceremonies like Marriages and Birthdays scintillating and memorable.

It’s the quality of relatives that defines the quality of memory you are gonna make.

Marriage- The mere moment in a person’s life where he finds his maternal and paternal family on the same side, taking charge over someone else.
Basically, in India there are two kinds of relatives

·         Supporting

·         Mocking

The bua from Meerut, who keeps fighting with the Uncle from Delhi on “Ki hum to sirf Branded kapde kharidte h”.

The lectern Massi who keeps commenting on the career options chosen by various kids in family with a verdict at the end – No MBA, No Future.

The pot-bellied Mama commonly known as Manager Mama because of his negotiating and managing skills. He is everyone’s favourite because he is Jovial with a Sense-of-Humor (read Trolling Capability). You will always find him on Phone discussing the rates and the Extra-Concession they are gonna provide.

A woman of excellence with grandeur persona. She resembles those dadis from Ekta kapoor’s daily soap with white silken hair, brown face with a wrinkled smile. She is the Respected Dadi of the family, a woman of utmost importance. No ceremony, No ceremony will leap forward without her virtuous guidance.

And then there’s a set of bright and brilliant cousins.

The coolest generation on board with cooler gadgets. Pinky from Delhi, always busy on phone with her BFF discussing her Chooridar.

Rahul, the nerdy engineer from IIT-Powai, the imperial institution discussing career growth and politics with the mama from USA.

The photographer lad with his new 18-300 mm lens is busy capturing the beautiful smile of Bride and wistful smile of little babies.

And then there’s a cool Author like me, who keeps mum and observes everyone around. At times you can see him surrounded by girls, sharing his exciting experiences – He is living his Life…;)

That’s a complete and a happy Family.

On the eve of Marriage, each one of them will dress exquisitely and will make endeavours to make the marriage memorable for the Bride and her better-half.

They will dance like maniacs on the tune of ‘ Mere yaar ki shaddi h’ and on the tune of ‘Emotional Atyachar’. They will joke sensibly near the ceremonial stage trying to be best with the wits without hurting the sentiments of the New Relatives.

They are relatives, connected to you via Blood, you don’t meet and befriend them like you do with your acquaintances instead they are a gift, you earn them with your Birth.

Respect them and keep them close because they are the ones who will make your Marriage Exquisite and memorable.

Birthday...

If you are insistent about a change; You are undergoing the change metaphorically.

21^st century-

Everyone of us wants to be mentioned as-

“There goes XYZ, the great---------!!!”.

The great-------, What???

The great Singer, Actor, Dancer, Lawyer, Engineer or the great Doctor.

Being great the ultimate destination of life(actually the End), and finding that one thing(noun) which will make you Great and Famous is the Journey and in simple words the purpose of Life.

Being good at something and being interested in something.

You may not be interested with things you are good at and it will result being Futile; but being Interested even though you are not good at, will act as fuel and will propel into the direction of excellence.

Every Book you read/ Every Class you attend/ Every Picture you click is a Small part in a Large plan and a small advancement towards Epitome.

At the end-

It’s merely a moment when Vague(You) will turn into Vivid(Famous You).

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One Year-   It’s the Birthday of Three-

Maa- The very reason I started Blogging on 2^nd June and not on 1^st June, a year back.

College Diary- The place where am employed. My blog pays me with Opportunity(From Half Baked Beans to My Orange Slate) and Praises and with….. ;)

Sonal- The day she found my blog, to her it was like a revival of a lost friend. She has read  all the posts more than twice and currently is my Favourite reader.
                                                        Happy Birthday Girl.

Thank You all for reading, Commenting and Being there.

                                                         Happy Birthday Maa…J

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Girls and Promiscuity...

Reading ‘Fifty Shades of Grey’ a bok by E L James or say it as an Essay on Erotica, inspires me write to about promiscuity these days.

University Mall, 3^rd Floor, 3p.m…

A floor assigned to Gadgets and Jewellery Shops; gadgets for the snobby people and jewellery for the beautiful people.

A floor full of euphemism—thing people hesitate talking about. You can encounter boys and girls or rather Couples hanging in each other’s arm; at times boys elbowing their girls; at times girls squeezing their guys, everyone trying to get IN somehow, while ever girl acting reluctant—When I say acting I mean Acting. Gone are the days when girls were innocent and boys philandering, today Girls are from Mars boys are from Venus, they meet on earth to acquire each other’s trait.

Some are still innocent and are still in love they are yet not affected with the Debauchery of Love and Lust. Some are there just for a talking spree, under the shade of Mall. They are the same people who don’t like PDA (Public Display of Affection.) and they are the same who will book a room and Unhook each other with the Love in eyes and Lust in hands.

Boys are not the only one responsible for Physical Intimacy, at times girls are more aspiring than inspiring.

Other day a couple known to me went to a room just for some Romance, which under the coaxing circumstances from girls side led to S.E.X.

The change Girl went through was tantamount to the change Boy experienced ‘Just A Differentiated Skin’ , so, where’s the Difference???

That night the boy updated his status-

I Just had Sex and now I know Why girls are called HOT.

Same night his girlfriend updated her status-

I had Sex and now I know Why my Boyfriend is referred as COOL(Thanda).

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Gone are the days when girls used to fantasize about Sex, now they are out and they are asking for it and there’s nothing wrong in it.
The development of such feelings; disrespects the trauma of Heart Break and eliminates the fathomable chance of Suicide.

Loss of Skin and Virgin tag is inevitable in today’s world of Vastly changing technology and aggressively changing Relationships.


P.s- Thank you all for reading the 50th post...:D

20,000...

Last night when stars got themselves arranged in an innate erratic manner to form an omen and deliver something good to me, Xactly at that moment the very home page of my innocuous blog said ’20,000’ page views.

What is Page views???

When I say page views, I hardly try to convey that “My blog has been read by 20,000 of unique readers” Or it’s been read 20,000 times, in the very first place.

What this ticking page view counter represents is “Number of times my blog has been Visited” (thank you for visiting, do not forget to read…)
But, we say “am 20,000 readers old” because this is the way it works, I’ll explain, A company hardly cares “How it’s product is been sold???”, something that matters to the company is “How many and in case of uncountable nouns, How much…???”.

While writing official citation for an Enterprise we write “A million dollar company”, when we write it we hardly hint towards “Oh, this company has a revenue of Million Dollars”, what we mean is “Their present value in market is of Million Dollars…”.:)

So, if ever, you come across me saying “20,000 readers”, don’t question me… PLEASE.

From 2^nd June 2012 (It was my mum’s birthday) till today 18^th March (It’s my brother’s birthday) the calculation says, an interval of 295 days. I’ll say 295 days of pure laziness. I wrote very less but I made people read More(my marketing strategy and tool…;) ).

There are people, who have not yet read Chetan Bhagat( god of the genre in which I write) but they have read me and they are happy. They are my FRIENDS, the backbone of such a strong Readership, they read and make others read it too…

20,000 page views-
A blog where girls cried reading “Unlucky Girls”, boys felt relieved after reading “Wicked Girls”, “Daughters” earned respect, “Father’s Love” was saluted, Magic spread, Love embraced, Wisdom attained, Humour enjoyed, Songs played, Poverty exposed and a blog where you felt Related (the motto, was taken care of…).

In this epoch of 295 days-

·        I Won the 2^nd prize in creative writing at my university (Don’t know what’s gonna happen this time…).

·        My blog intrigued Two up-coming bright Novelist into my writing skills and they ended up sending me there’s half written Novels, but I am still working on  my grammar (As the faculty of Soft Skill says “You Need To Work On Your Basics”…).

·        Worked as a Guest Reviewer at Read In Park.

·        Failed terribly as a book reviewer. Book reviewing is not really my cup of tea and my excuse for that is “I am meant to be an Artist for life long, never a Judge…”

·        Failure was grandeur, when it came to direct earning, Google Ad-Sense. My blog intricately qualified all the eligibility criteria but, still there’s no paid Ad available on my Blog. On interrogating, Google replied with “Your blog will fetch you girls not money…”.
So, at the end of the day, when I go to bed for sleeping, I am bit sad about my performance in engineering, but comments and praises pouring in on my blog and on social profile Keeps Me Going…J

                                       A Big Thank You to all…

Confess It Here...

Confession…

The mere pronunciation of the word “Confession” can make us think of a “girl talking to her teddy bear at midnight” and of “a boy poking his face in pillow, crying and confessing about his lost love”.

But days are gone, when things were personal, now things are on facebook and facebook has confession pages of different universities and colleges. Now even schools have got into the act.

Where it at all Started:-

The imperial “Indian Institute of technology” is the mother of such viral gone pages on Facebook in our country. On investigating and going a bit deeper, the spotlight gets shifted to “Standford University”, student of IIT says, “I read about it on net, I read how people are confessing and having Fun…”

What they provide:-

20^th century was the era of computers, still people used to write letters and post cards for confessing their juvenile Love.

21^st century, The Era of Social Networking. A bigger platform with a bigger audience and better ways to Express. You can tag ‘her’ in the relevant pic (generally people ends up tagging irrelevant people in irrelevant pics), you can write a note about her and upload it on net (this is Something I do…;))

                                                   Or
The basic of all, Update your Status and Interesting of all update a Confession Status.

The Admins of such pages say: “We receive hundreds of confession every day, with a diverse reach, ranging from Love, Sex to Reservation and Stereotyping”.

Most admin of such pages prefer being anonymous because they fervour a fear from the emancipated administration of their respective colleges.

On the other hand:-

Such confessions are meant for Fun, to be read and forgotten.
I have read hundreds of confession on my University’s confession page .

Few of them were Funny, most of them were on Love (Lovely), while some where amusing-
“Slept with a Faculty, believe me it is Thrilling and Fun”.

Some of them were Serious-
I broke my girlfriend’s bones with a bat, as she was not letting me be me”…

Some were Witty:-
“I keep Savita Bhabi pdfs in my mobile, I glance over them when a lecture seems too heavy to handle”.

Moral- Confessions are fun typing, Funnier reading and Funniest when related. But Dirty when confessed about something that is Taboo…

Confessions are hit and have myths too, some says- “Admins are behind such confessions”, “Anyone hardly cares”, “All such pages are Admin driven, are futile and soon to be Fathom”.
Well, I don’t know the reality behind the curtains of all such confession pages, but I have got to confess two things…
1. 90% of the posts you read on my blog are written in boring lectures in my six subject notebook…
2. I was about to Lose it, but…(Lose it, What???)

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Keep confessing until you get bore of it, then try something new. Just for an idea
“Bra colour facebook update”, something that took off in mid 2010 in response to a post about Breast Cancer awareness.

Note- this post carries contents from Sunday times (just for reference and stats…)

Summer II...

Read it out here:- How they met and how cute they were in Summer-I...
http://collegediaryrelateurself.blogspot.in/2013/01/summer.html



Karan had a nostalgic travel back to Delhi. Nikki’s beautiful eyes and cute visage kept visiting his mind incessantly and under effect Karan just got sad and sadder.

Back at school, he preferred sitting alone rather than with girls, as their cuteness reminded him of his cute princesses.

Whereas, Nikki too missed him, being a girl it was easier for her to move on, but she never got over him.
Truth : A girl can forget everything but not her first Love.

With the enthralled memories of Nikki as a blotch on his mind, he enjoyed his days back in Delhi. Days passed like minutes and Karan started to grow into a boy from a child.
Six years passed but he never got a chance to visit Shimla again, although meeting grandparents became easier as they shifted to Delhi with Karan, his dad being the only child had to take care of his old parents as he believed in:-

“Children Will learn What They Will See Their Parents Doing...”

Karan basically being a punjabi followed every ritual of being one. He even went to a punjabi school G.H.P.S. Karan was the boy with long curly hair and a crisp fair complexion. Karan was a star of G.H.P.S, master of debate, creative in writing and a humorous anchor.

Still in 8^th standard, Karan was an epitome of every field.  Seniors used to call him Captain Karan (the future head boy) while girls took his name with lilt (they were his heart throbbing fans).

SPRING-

Karan was enjoying his beautiful days surrounded by girls. Karan in spite of being molested by many sexy 8^th standard girls, was still adamant because of his very first love “Nikki”.

Once Karan was asked to explain his perspective on Love by his moral science teacher. Every girl of class got attentive and suddenly the moral science class seemed interesting.

Karan: Love is everything we do:

We walk is love between motion and legs.

We see is love between beauty and eyes.

We read is love between reader and knowledge.

Togetherness is love between me and you.

Ma’am stood their impressed and enlightened with the words of Karan, she asked everyone to clap. Coming back to Karan ma’am asked “Have you ever been in Love”???

Baljoot the sexiest Punjabi kuddi of class got a smile on her. (Pretty girls’ weird concepts...)

Karan’s eyes scintillated with nostalgic memories from summer and suddenly he quipped, “Keep all the jewels of world on her and still nobody will care about jewels”(Novoneel Sir I quote you...), and from that day whole school knew NIKKI...

It was spring, plants started to grow again, winter was going and summer was waiting to enter and spread sorrow and depression but who cares for tomorrow while it is spring.

One evening Principal called Karan and said:-

With full enthusiasm and zeal I appoint you as the head co-ordinator of the National level quiz contest to be held in our school in coming month and I also order you to represent our school in the quiz. Karan my boy it’s your life time opportunity do it today and you will remember it tomorrow.

One month later:-

“And I handover the stage to the most humorous anchor G.H.P.S has ever seen, everyone welcome ‘Karan’ with huge round of applause”, Principal said and stepped down from the stage.

Karan introduced himself, girls went crazy and the atmosphere turned karanatic.

Karan requested participants from all over India to “join him on stage and introduce each of them respectively, and then we will go on with quiz”.

Kanya Sharma from Banglore to Naidu Swami from Vizag everyone introduced themselves, Karan was standing on the side of stage and was getting bore till the time he heard a sweet voice with a pinch of attitude saying “Nikki Malhotra, Shimla”, the name made Karan experience a quake in his heart and suddenly he spoke up on mic “Meet me back-stage”, sudden utterance of such words made the auditorium hoot, but as said, Karan was the most humorous one, so…

#Backstage:

Nikki- Hey dude, what’s wrong with you; what you think of yourself. Being famous and good at everything does not give any right to violate someone’s image like this in public; you have got no right to insult anyone. Tell me, what, am here on “Your Backstage”, tell me what you want..???

  “Wooh; mujhe to bas ek mc-aloo tikki chahie”, Karan replied, leaving Nikki stunned with a convolute expression on her just gone red face.

Nikki had an irrepressible flashback of everything, the birthday party; Playground, Badminton, Chocolate and the Bite of Mc-Aloo tikki full of juvenile yet special love…

She hugged him tight and whispered “I missed You Karan”.

Final Day, Final Round-

It was tie between G.H.P.S Delhi and S.P.S Shimla, the auditorium was full of students cheering “Karan and G.H.P.S, which indirectly was adding pressure to the beauty from Shimla, Nikki”.

After a break of 5 minutes of refreshment, the host took over the stage and microphone. He seemed concerned with the win of G.H.P.S, questions thrown on S.P.S Shimla were of higher magnitude in comparison to those thrown at G.H.P.S.
Karan was best in everything, he had won many accolades and substantial fame but all on his own neither by cheating nor by any malfunction.  

Final round was a buzzer round and Karan wanted S.P.S to win, he fired the buzzer from work by pulling the wire away. As a result S.P.S Shimla won the quiz with 2 extra points.

Auditorium went gloomy and sad but Karan had a smile on his face and satisfaction in heart. He went to Nikki and congratulated her, she sighed and replied “thank you” with the epitome of smile on her face.

Day of Departure:-

Karan woke up early went to mart and got a few things arranged, rushed back to room, sat in his languor and wrote a spiel for her future bride( He was confident, he knew what he was and he will make it possible).

                                   
                                             Nikki, it’s the time, when I’ll not lie,

  By the time you read this,

      You must have left,

        But you don’t cry,

     As, distance keeps the flavour in love and life,

        And as promised;

         You’ll be my beautiful bride.

   Hands in hand we’ll walk with pride,

                        In front mates who thought our Love was futile,

                                                   Till the time,

                Enjoy your Chocolate and Pie…