All that I know of YOU...

When I was four, all I knew about you was that you were the resident of a place which my parents called a temple. When I became eight, I realized you were somebody from whom I could ask things when I needed to. Growing up more, I realized that sometimes I could say thanks too for the favors you did to me. Teenage brought me closer to you- troubles, complexities, demands and expectations shaped my belief in you to a level where I knew you were close. I knew you could listen. I felt you responded. And today, at 23, I feel, I am seeing you- in people around me, in your real shadows...strengthening my belief that you exist in full energies... around me...

Every time I look back to find what's hasn't been perfect in my life, I don't get answers. Probably, with you on my side, I have always been happy. Temporarily sad- sometimes long- but you have always pulled me out miraculously. My expectations from life were not big... But you always gave me more than I was worth of... Every time, I was about to meet wrong people, you picked me up and placed me on the other side of the road... And every time, I was about to miss the right ones, you shined light and made them visible...

As I say the story of faith is binary. Either it's zero or one. You walk on the right or the left - clearly one side of the road called life. And choosing zero could mean getting crushed by negativeness. And the only power supply that can make the binary system stay at one- is YOU- That's all I know of you- GOD....

The Paper that Stuck too hard, or the Fragile Leaf???

It's as simple as this: To find flaws in others, on every step, and to curse people around you every minute, and to sarcastically discourage them every second , is like going against the God Almighty, and how great is the custom of heaven, that exactly those people who need to understand these things, never get a chance , the destiny to learn the good, and leave the bad.

The bad in a person is like some  paper that stuck to him with a heavy glue, however hard others may try, it takes ages to dismantle it, and the good in a person is like a leaf floating on water, light enough to be swayed away by anything as mild as wind...

Hatred or Love: Neither Helps

Today I am a successful Engineer, amongst the most rated ones because I am at one of the most prestigious institutions of India. I am supposed to be happy, satiated and delighted about this. But strangely enough, life always brings new things when and where you least expect them, it makes you sad when the world expects you to be amongst the happiest ones. And through all my experiences that I have had till now, I find that there is just one lesson to learn and that is: The world is a mixture, and believe me, quite weighed, of good and bad people. You will meet both types when you will be walking on the path of the ultimate renunciation, and probably the true exam of your perseverance and knowledge will be when, you can calmly ignore the wrong ones and calmly accept the right ones. Chaos and Anarchy doesn't ever help except creating a well deep inside our heart, full with hatred for the wrong ones,. and full with love for our loved ones and I sincerely accept, both go wrong somewhere , somehow. Because we are all humans; attachment with a person bad or good, through bonds of hatred or infinite love, is like going too close to the fire, or going too far... And I guess all of us like the spring more , for always.... Extreme winters and extreme summers will never help...

My 10 on 10 Pointer

Occassionally, life gives us a chance to believe that inspite of apprehensions, tensions, dilusions and deflections, things do go right as well. I remember , 5 months back, a new face in IIT Delhi, fearing all the time because of my intelligent , hardworking, and academically outstanding classmates, I always used to think- Will I be able to do well? And now, I can proudly say- Yes, I can. Yes , I have.
And sometimes and all times when I think what's the reason for this- I have always got just three things as the answers- My belief in myself, My belief in the God Almighty, and most importantly, my belief in my parents, my Gods. The gist of life is very small.
"If you have good people around you and you are good by even 3 percent , life will be very beautiful."

That's all!!

I am a simple girl with a good behaviour, I speak gently to outsiders, I dream of living in Kashmir, I like daily Star Plus serials, I love eating delicacies, I feel blessed with my parents besides me, and i love flowers- That's me!! Just the ordinary girl I am!!
But life has taken a lot of turns, and in the journey of those numerous twists, I have discovered a lot in me. Life has given me almost everything. I have beautiful and the most lovely parents of the world. I get before I wish! This time I asked for IIT and God gave it to me- and now when I am in, my heart fears- Will I be able to cope up? Will I be able to endure the pressure? Will I be able to succeed? Or will I just get crushed away in the crowd of thousands of IITians? And then stems my next wish- I want to be at the top! But God says- "Yashna, may be you have forgotten to live in the myriads of these thousand wishes each connected to the other by a chain and dreadfully the chain is a labyrinth, there's no end!! May be you need to look beyond. May be you need to stop wishing and see where life takes you, unseen , unheard, but alive as always".
God made humans. And in the software inside me, there's this big bug, which he forgot to debug and correct. He made me satisfied internally. May be that's why I decided to be Professor even when I could be amongst good professionals of reputed companies. He made me calm. May be that's why I could see beyond money. But he made me ambitious- May be that's why I can be satisfied but not stable, calm but not composed. So Lord- Here's just one wish- Make me the way I want to be-- Good, Fair, Amiable, and above all a satisfied stable human being!!

That's all!!

FROM IS to WAS...

I was always told that Life is a Garden, everything is green and grows. And I always believed somehow that I was a flower and my only work was to spread the fragrance of good around! But in these analogies of gardens and flowers, I met many gardeners, the ones who made me the way I am, my father, my mother, my teachers and my friends.

And I mark 24^th June, to be the day when I changed my place in life’s garden. Truthfully submitting, it seems someone uprooted me from the place where I was and now I have to root myself at a different place. And somehow it’s even worse because my gardeners would change.

So, enough of analogies. Writing straight, it feels parted from the place where I have spent four good years of fun, learning, enjoyment, honour, and everything it takes to be called a Complete life. And today is the day when I feel the pain of separating from my mentor, my IGIT, my friends. Every time it has been sunny, they have gathered like leaves to guard me, every time it has rained badly, they have become umbrellas protecting me from being drenched, every time I have been worried, their smiles have worked wonders for me, and today just a word of goodbye finishes quite a lot.

When I say that, people tell me nothing ever changes!! You can always get back. But I think may be I am still going to meet them , because they are the best part of my life, they have defined me, but the chocolates and lick lollies are never going to be back, the Rajma Chawal at NSP can’t be back, Lifetime Meetings Room 213 won’t get replayed, long walks and longer talks in the green fields are gone now, Room 101 and my infinite memories with it are just memories now, Good mornings every morning are going to change; lectures, seminar hall, non-working ACs, I will miss them, virus stricken Computers, hanged over Internet, where am I going to find that. Welcoming back everyone every morning on the Dias of the Workshop on DSP and its Applications, I can’t ever do that again.

IGIT will remain my IGIT forever, but I will never be a student again. And with tears in my eyes, I reassure myself, that may be life is more about parting. Because every time you part, the hope for meeting again becomes stronger, and I hope whenever I come back to my college, my place, I will always find everyone smiling and Room 101 as alive as it has always been.

The Strings of Life!!

I have often observed the guitar, with some few strings which play the most harmonious tunes in the world. This is about a short anecdote.

One day long back,
Listening to my favourite track,
I thought I would play,
With my Guitar that lay,
With all its rhythms fine,
And a beautiful evening time,

I touched the strings in leisure,
And with my aims of pleasure,
I moved the one, the melodious most,
The one which was my favourite most,

Again and again I moved it tight,
Playing my tunes day and night,
Because I knew it won’t break ever,
That was my faith, undying forever,

One day I found, my Musics disperse,
Something wrong with my favourite verse,
I checked, I looked and I found,
My favourite string was loosened around

I had tears in my eyes,
For my thoughts unwise,
But my little string seemed to say,
I am okay, just tired on my way,

I tightened it up, and the songs came back,
As if it had forgotten all my attack,

But my guitar and its strings, taught me something,
About it and the circumference of life’s ring,
God plays rhythms and his strings we all belong,
And he plays only those with melodies strong,

So if you feel pained in life,
Facing an excessive strife,
It’s because you are the one so close,
The rhythm of God’s favourite prose,

And he can see, hear and think
And with his strings, has a strong link,
He loves you more than you ever thought,
And has more love than you have got,
So, never give up and hold on

Because every dusk has a dawn...