Saturday, October 2, 2010
Thursday, September 30, 2010
With days in and out of sheer hard work, and the 1st trimester coming to an end this was the perfect gift for all. A Gift, perfectly timed to refresh ourselves just two weeks before the exams. Well without more jiggery-pokery I would just like to raise the curtain from the non other than the JINDAL GLOBAL BUSINESS SCHOOL’S first ever cultural fiesta, the extravaganza; ‘RAGE’
‘RAGE’ what sort of a name is it for the cultural fiesta? That is what most of you might be thinking. Well we have answers for that, yes it is true that rage means anger but it also means violent, madness and above all very popular. Believe me, we did put all our anger of not getting enough sleep, our madness to excel in whatever we do and in the days to come this will become very popular across the globe and when all these things blend together then the outcome is
RAGE: “CHAOS AT ITS PEAK”
The RAGE 2010 was a complete entertainment and refreshing package. It was a more sort of a Business Extravaganza than the Cultural Extravaganza. The reason was simple business is in each and every action of Jindal’s and that is why we even played our plays with business touch, even laughed making fun of business terms that we learnt in the class. What’s adds to this fun was it was the teachers coming to the stage shaking their legs on bollywood numbers like Zooby Dooby. The whole atmosphere was electrifying with claps from audience assisting the singers and dance moves by all totally rocking the whole auditorium. It was a whole hearted effort of each and every one of us and that too just in a span of two days.
The event came with surprise as of discovering some great talents from the student fraternity but also knowing some great talent of our teachers. It was this madness and violent participation of ours that completely justifies the RAGE and helps me concludes that WATCH OUT WORLD ITS GOING TO GET EVEN BIGGER DAY BY DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Monday, August 9, 2010
Sunday, July 18, 2010
The saga of Mother’s divine love bestowed on her child has been sung by a number of people, a number which is beyond expectation, beyond imaginations. But most of these sagas I found incomplete because there’s something missing in this lot. I won’t leave you all with a fill in the missing digit kind of a thing; the answer is simply-“the father child bonding”. The nurturing of a child into a human in progress is just incomplete if either of the one is missing. Both of these are two sides of a coin if one are missing then the other is incomplete without it. There is one fact that had been found to be true upto a certain extent that normally a boy finds greater bonding with his mom and a girl to her father. May be some of you would love to comment on this.
Almost all of you and especially the movie buffs must have watched the story of the dyslexic boy presented by the perfectionist Aamir Khan i.e. Taare Zameen Par. If you remember the scene where Darsheel bunks the school and goes on to a tour of the city, he stops near the shop of an ice man. While having his part of ice-candy, what makes him forget his melting ice is the love of a father. The father with his child sitting on his shoulders just came to buy an ice-candy to fulfil the wish of his dear son.
Perhaps, one reason why these lots have been missing the father thing is the inert volcano of love and emotions that the male gender of the so called Homeo Homeo Sapiens possess. The level of inertness is very high as compared to the female gender so nobody could see what is going on inside. Sometimes, due to this, their actions even seem to be stern and one of an emotionless person but actually they are bound by the love of building the future of their own child.
I myself have been flooded with such kinds of thought, as if I have been punished. But these so called punishments always put me way ahead in this day to day race of finding success in the journey called life. I often used to remember how I used to get irritated when my father used to give the task of writing any official letter like for bank, gas connection etc. But those writing punishments turned out to be a boon which has been experienced by me during my hostel life and probably more is yet to come. During childhood, making me stand in long queues before the reservation counter taught me how to get the reservation done when internet ticketing was not prevalent. All these things came to be understood to me with the passage of time during my progressive journey as a human and it’s good to learn with your experience than by anyone’s preaching. A preaching can be erased by brain wash but an experience is inerasable from one’s life. Life (time) is said to be the greatest teacher which teaches everything.
My father used to chid me certain times on my wrong doings but I was unable to notice how with advent of time, this chiding turned into friendly talking. This was the time that the aforementioned volcanoes used to start erupting abruptly, time and again, in a discontinuous fashion. May be if this eruption would have occurred earlier in a son’s life, then these sagas would not have been remained untold, or, perhaps, if they wouldn’t have turned rock solid our future might not have been brighter and complacent like this.
The motive of writing this just after my first blog is clearly that I don’t want to repeat mistakes which history has made repeatedly and like to pay my gratitude to my pops for his continuous and ever confidence boosting support and like you all to join this campaign before it’s too late to repent what you could have possibly done.
If you repeat the history, then don’t forget that one day you too will become history, may be. with the same mistake tried and tested on you.
So, I would just end up with these lines
JIN KI UNGLI KO THAAM KAR MEINE SIKHA HAI CHALNA,
AUR JANA KAISE HAI HAR MUSHKIL SE BAHAR NIKALNA.
HAAN WOH AAP HI TUO HAI MERE PYAARE PAPA.
I LOVE YOU PAPA!!
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Almost everyone once in his life had a fracture or normal hairline bone crack and the pain had been surely devastating. Now, just imagine yourself in a situation with 20 bones broken and the pain you are supposed to bear. Rather tough, don't want to imagine! What's impossible for us to imagine is what a woman has to face for giving birth to a child i.e. 57 Del pain. The reason, clearly, why a mother is treated just next to god for her divine love for her child and just for that love to see her child, her soul, she could go beyond all barriers and fight even with god. Such is the purity of this bonding of love.
All the pain that she bore just changes into happiness with just a glimpse of her child. I guess like me nobody would remember how one used to cry in the laps of his/her mother and how just by hearing us cry, maa could sense our needs, our hunger etc. One medium of crying and so many needs were fulfilled, what a bonding we share with mom is just simply beyond reason or imagination.
From first cry till the one speaks, from crawling to first walk, it’s her charismatic touch and love that has been bestowed on us and it’s not the end but it is the beginning of such a beautiful journey of her cherub to becoming a human in progress till the last breath.
From the Indian Mythology, I hail Kaikyeen also as a great mother because what she did was out of love as a fear for the future of her sons as injected into her mind by Manthra, but it was her first teaching/institution that conquered her fear and the outcome of this teaching was Bharat’s concern for his brothers.
Somebody truly said and I fully concur with this view that a mother is the first and the greatest teacher in anybody’s life and no one can match her teachings. She is the first institution from where a child learns. The moral values, the transformation of a child into a good human being, is carried out by this architect of God only, who not sacrifices her dreams as a human being but sometimes even feed her child by just cutting her share for the meal. The roadsides of India clearly show some heart melting views with mothers feeding their child with great pain and toll on her body, and yet they make up their child sleep by singing sonnet for them. With the growing of child this sonnet singing turns into story telling.
I often remember some stories that used to be told by my mother so that I should eat, and with immense concentration and happiness I used to hear them. All these stories were instantly prepared and narrated by her like, me sitting on the back on the motor bike with my elder cousin and we both are chasing for some criminal like Tom and Jerry show and then suddenly she would say “ab pehle ye wala kaur khao’’ and then again I used to say “phir” and this process used to continue until I used to finish my food. Now, when I think about this, it looks like what I have experienced is truly unmatchable.
The slightest problem I have till date, she could just make it out by talking to me and ask “if there is any problem”?-a true healer who just drives me out from all the problems. If I couldn’t talk to her a single day it seems something is missing today, may be my good luck charm.
There in all your hearts, I truly believe their lives a beautiful lady, full of mercy and love- your mom, maa or mummy or by whatever name you used to call that angel just think about her for a minute and before it’s too late just pay your gratitude by thanking her for all she has done. I know some of you might feel that a thank you will make her love feel small. Well my friends it’s better to speak out your heart instead of carrying a guilt feeling for whole of your life and our mom will surely understand that this thank you is just a way of showing our love to her and we can’t match her contributions in our life.
There are several things that happen first time first in a person's life and I am also just the same feeling while just jotting thoughts for the first post of this blog. As I am not perfect person so mistakes are bound to follow so please point out with your valuable suggestions for this human in the progress. The reason I choose to begin with this post is just a way of paying my gratitude to my lovely mother whom I will always remain grateful. I found myself several times speechless or out of words to write about this beautiful bonding of love but even then I tried with the abovementioned motive and I would like you all to join this campaign by just writing your memorable moments with your mom in the comments section.
SO TIME TO SPEAK UP GUYS!!!!!!!!!!!!