I hang my head in shame.....

Yeah, this is the other part of me which i was fully unaware of. I reacted ridiculously everytime others convicted me of my unruly acts. I never accepted my fault(s) - leave aside - saying sorry !!!  In fact, I had never thought of making such a confession. Internet was my first choice when I decided to go public for saying - SORRY for all my misdeeds ...

                                  Passing judgements on other's character was the most usual thing I used to do. I could think only from the two extremes. Everyone used to be either introvert or extrovert. I had no word like "ambivert" in my dictionary - What to talk of "Shy Persons" ? Yes - I was wrong at those instances. We can't judge others merely after few glances. In fact, there is every possibilty that you will misinterpret him/her even after you have attended classes with him/her for quite some years !!!!! An unidentified force, a natural thrust, an inherent approach must be there if you really don't want to mess it up completely. In order to know others, you need to perceive the things through his/her eyes, you need to place yourself at his/her place, you need to understand him/her - which we seldom do...

                                  I remember, how much harshly I used to treat my friends who were having soft corners for any girl. My first question to them was - "Is she your girl-friend ?" They very often replied - "No". Without knowing whether it was bcoz he was trying to escape the question or was feeling uncomfortable in saying -"Yes", I used to throw another question (laughing in disdain) - "Then she must be your sister, Isn't it ?".Again, I was thinking from the two extremes. Today, I realize - I was harsh to the point of being obnoxious. I am too obliged to them - They never beaten me up (which I certainly deserved) !!!!! You see her, You praise her, You love her (Please don't misread it) but tell me - Is it necessary to own her ? No - it shouldn't be like that. You can't be so much self-centred....

                                 

HOLI- The Festival Of Colors............

This time, I enjoyed holi at home after a gap of 8 yrs (Ain't I a great hosteler? ). I realized - What i was missing over these entire periods - No, it was not only delicious PUAs - I was missing my childhood too. Preparations used to get started weeks before. I along with my Grandpa, used to go to the market ( needless to say - holding his fingers) in order to buy PICHKARIs. They used to be of three different shapes - one for me and two for my two sisters. The mango-shaped one was quite popular those days and was my obvious choice. Back at home, at first, water was filled in it and gush of water were sprayed on the face of my sisters, sometimes on the face of my grandma (but I had no courage to try it on my mom's face bcoz my first attempt was followed by...). Anyway, two pichkaris, which originally belonged to my sisters, used to get disfigured by me right before the Holi-day. No one knew - Where I used to keep my mango-shaped pichkari ? For my sisters - It was an extreme of wickedness (now, for me too!!! )...In the early morning of Holi, I used to bring out my pichkari from nowhere but oh no - it used to last only for few hours. Yeah, I was too harsh with any sophisticated product. A short act of pray before father clicked everytime. In fact, he used to buy three pichkaris - a day before Holi. I wondered that time - Where from he knew that I would need it one day later ? But now, I understand - Every father knows his son very well :) 

                        This time, I reached at home only one day before. No pichkari was bought. There were no friends. My sisters, who used to fight with me those days, were helping my mom in preparing Puas. There was no childhood !!! Few years back, when i had returned after playing Holi with my friends, my father had mistaken me for someone else and had asked me - Where is Rahul ? This time, there was lack of color in the festival of colors !!! Even when someone tried to color my face, I stammered - "I am allergic to the Colors". But why I am telling you all this ? Perhaps I want to say - Don't send your child to hostel. They say - Something has to be given up in order to achieve anything. But, what if it comes at the cost of your CHILDHOOD !!!!!!  

A Tribute To Unfulfilled Dreams.........

There is a huge difference between listening about a major setback and experiencing it. Several times, I had come across various mishaps that invovle engg. students but the incident that took place in our college last month (during our Tech-Fest) caused me to show discomposure. It was not only about loss of two lives.... It was about the dreams that were left unfulfilled.... Dreams that well placed, 8th semester students see... Dreams that parents see about their children who are all set to pass out from their college with some great jobs in their hands... Dreams that their well-wishers see... Everything was ruined within the time span of 2-3 minutes !!! Yes, it was the same place, which we usually visited for recreation, which appeared as a background in most of the photo-shoot, which was the centre of attraction - just in front of our college main-building. The Fountain, that used to produce jet of water, started flowing electricity through it that nite !!! I knew one of them very closely. He motivated me everytime we met . His words will linger in my memories forever... We had no plan to bid such a horrific farewell... GOD - You are too cruel.....