4/29/2015

Let's paint our World

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Beneath the starry sky, I sit and write,
thinking about our happy times
and about the perfect world we dreamed of,
a world filled with only love,
a world where there would be
no jealousy, no hate, no anger
a world where everything would be divine,
Come honey, let's paint that world now,
Let's paint our own world
A world where the skies would be forever smiling
where the sun would always be shining
where the rainbows would greet me with a dance
where the colours would forever hug me...
Come, let's paint the sun with our laughter,
and splatter all colours across the dusky horizon.
Won't you help me paint such a world?
Won't you come to reside with me
in our love paradise,
the one we would paint 
With our own colors?

4/21/2015

I am glad that there are still Gentlemen around

It's such a huge mistake to judge a person on the basis of his outer appearance only but sadly we often do just that. Without knowing much about them, we tend to let our imagination get the better of us. But as someone had rightly said, "Do not look at the bottle, look at what is inside it". Not all men in Delhi are ruffians or potential molesters. But given the high number of cases of crimes against women that occur in Delhi, girls are often scared to trust a man, especially someone like me who is an outsider! One incident however proved me beyond doubt that there are still some gentlemen around.

Last December I had gone to Kolkata to my home to spend my winter vacations. That was right after my first semester had ended. After having a good time with my family and friends there, I boarded the train to Delhi on the penultimate day of my holidays. However like it often happens during the month of December, the whole of North India was in the grip of an intense winter spell. Most of the trains, including mine, were running late due to poor visibility caused by the dense fog. As a result, by the time, my train finally reached Hazrat Nizamuddin railway station in Delhi, it was well past one o'clock late in the night. When I got off the train, the coolie informed me about another bad news - that i wouldn't find an auto or a taxi as they were on a strike since the last few days. He suggested me to spend the night at the waiting hall but I was such a fool not to believe him. I thought, he was lying and that I could find a taxi at the main entrance of the railway station. So he took my luggage until there and left. He was true, I couldn't find a single auto or taxi there. I waited there for a few minutes and then I thought I might find a bus if I could reach the nearest bus-stop outside the railway station. So I came out of the station and walked down the road for a few minutes until I saw a bus-stop. But given the time of the night and the winter chill, the station wore a deserted look, there was no one to be found. That was a grave mistake not to have stayed back at the railway station to wait for the morning, I realized that pretty soon. I was feeling nervous, I had stayed in Delhi only since the last six months soon I took admission in the college, I had no relatives in Delhi to call for help nor did I know any one. I didn't want to stress out my parents, they were so far away from me and could do nothing but would have only worried for me all night.

Thus I was stranded at the bus-stop and I didn't know where to go or whom to call for help. Almost an hour had passed but there was no sight of a bus. It wasn't a safe place for a girl to be out by herself in the dead of the night. Delhi is notorious in that respect.

Just then I saw a young man go past me but after having gone a few metres, he turned back and stopped his bike near me. I couldn't see his face clearly in the dark but he was of medium build and height and was wearing rather shabby clothes. I got scared when I saw him coming towards me. He tried to assuage my fears and doubts about him and told me that he worked in a BPO and was returning home after his late shift. That's when he saw me alone at the bus-stop and so he stopped. He then inquired as to why I was there at the bus-stop at that late hour of the night and when I told him everything, he informed me about the auto-taxi strike (just as the coolie had told me earlier) and so I wouldn't find one. He then offered to drop me at my hostel but I was reluctant. Though by his words he came across as a nice person but I couldn't still trust a random stranger! He then insisted that he too will wait with me at the bus-stop until I found a bus or some other reliable mode of transport, as he did not want to leave a girl stranded at a secluded place all alone at the dead of night.

We didn't talk much but his presence was comforting enough. I wasn't feeling scared any more. Another hour passed but there was still no sight of any night bus. I was already feeling fatigued after the long, strenuous train journey and this wait was only adding to my woes. I was only wishing to get back to my hostel room at the earliest. So finally I agreed to his offer and he gladly dropped me at my hostel. No words would have been enough to thank him for all the help hat he gave me. I was so wrong with my judgement about him, he was such a noble, considerate man and in fact came as an absolute Godsend. I wonder what would have happened if I hadn't met him that night.

Thus gentlemen do still exist in the world. Sadly we live in an age when most people shy away from helping a stranger in trouble. So, if and when someone comes forward to help us during our times of trouble, we often misjudge their kindness, we assume that he is doing it with some ulterior motive. However not all men are bad, there are still enough kind men around, not for gains or with any bad intention but because it's their nature to help!

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4/20/2015

Starting a New Life

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I think the first major and the boldest decision that I took in my life was when I decided to leave the comforts of my home and come over to Delhi to do my engineering. All young girls or boys perhaps at some point in their lives, wish to step out of their homes to start living on their own, to have a first hand experience of the "real life", whether for higher studies or to look for a job. I too wanted to taste the freedom, I too wanted to feel like a grown-up girl. That moment eventually came when I cleared the engineering entrance exam of the Delhi Technical University (DTU) and so needed to stay in the hostel. I was so excited about entering the new phase of life when I could actually act like an adult, I was so enthusiastic about the new skills that I was going to acquire, I was equally excited about the new relationships and new friendships that I was going to forge. However my parents weren't too keen to let their only daughter go and live so far away from them in an altogether new city. They have always loved me a lot but they were sometimes too protective of me to let me take a risk whereas I wanted to become an independent girl, I wanted to be able to take my own decisions, I wanted to do things on my own. I knew all the time that I would fail at times but I was ready to learn from my mistakes, I wanted to face the challenges of the real world and become confident, I wanted to stand up for myself. So I insisted on coming to Delhi for my engineering and though they were reluctant at first, especially momma, but they finally relented to my wish.

No doubt, it was n't easy at all in the beginning. I knew all along that it wouldn't be easy to live away from my parents, in a new place among strangers, more so because I had always been a shy and quite a timid girl. But I was prepared for the challenges and I was ready to make the compromises. More than anything else, it's the feeling of home-sickness that one finds the most difficult to cope with. I had always been treated like a princess at home, I had never lived away from my family, so getting used to the ways of the hostel life surely seemed a daunting task. It takes time to get out of the comfort zone of home-life. I didn't have momma to bring me breakfast to my bed if I wished to, nor did I have any maid to do my laundry. Thus hostel life taught me so many small but invaluable lessons that would help me in the future as well - like I learnt washing my own clothes, how to arrange and organize all my stuff within the two shelves that I got in the room, how to cut down on the unnecessary expenses and saving money to last an entire month. It might sound very silly but I had never purchased a thing on my own before, because whatever and whenever I needed something or wished for a thing, my parents used to get me that. So even buying the bucket for the first time, all by myself, felt so good that I called up my parents to inform them about my purchase.

There were other smaller and bigger challenges to face too. Like though I had always been a good student but I had my parents to motivate me all through. Both momma and papa were always there to encourage me to work hard so that I could achieve my goals, I always had them to give me the push when I needed it, while I was at home. Sometimes I would be too lazy to wake up early in the morning and it was momma who used to be my alarm-clock, and she did all that with so much love. Papa too would always be around to guide me whenever I faced any problem, be it with my studies or during any of my crisis-time. But here I was on my own. Of course my parents are always only a phone call away but still in the hostel, I am on my own. This situation actually acted as a blessing in disguise for me, because it taught me to become independent.

No doubt I still miss my parents and my home-life but the hostel life has inculcated in me the qualities of discipline and responsibility. It has also helped that I have Priya as my room-mate. I was apprehensive initially about how my room-mate would be, luckily I got a very friendly girl. Not only do we share the room and the other things but in her, I have found a true friend for life.

Thus hostel life has turned a naive, shy girl into a more matured person, it has given me an opportunity to learn so many new things that I didn't know earlier. Of course it involves making some compromises but it has also taught me some life lessons that would help me in the long run. The first time when I went home during my semester break, my parents felt so proud of me when they saw me become so organised. "Our little baby has now grown up into a sensible and independent girl, she has now learnt how to fly", remarked Papa.



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I wish I could fly like a bird

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O my dear feathered friend,
I so wish to be like you,
I too want to become a bird,
I too wish to have wings,
to be able to fly freely, 
up above in the sky.
Sometimes I envy you,
I wish I had such freedom as you!
You are an inspiration to me,
O my feathered friend,
When I look up at you,
I find so much hope,
I wish my soul could soar as high as you,
and no one could reach it, 
however much they tried to ground it down...
You are an inspiration to me,
O my feathered friend,
Keep flying free,
my heart follows you,
To be able to fly like a bird,
that is what I wish in my prayers,
with all my heart.

4/19/2015

The New Year's night at Hostel

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Hostel life can be so much fun. It has not only given me a sense of freedom and has made me independent and more responsible but it also has taught me how to have a little fun in life and that is all due to my friends. Initially I didn't like staying at this unfamiliar place,  away from home, among strangers. I had never lived away from my family before. But gradually as time passed on and I got to know my classmates, I settled down and started to feel better as I made quite a few good friends here. Even then,  during the semester breaks, usually I used to leave for my home. Prior to this, I had never stayed back at the hostel. However this time around, things were different as I had my semester exams coming up in the first week of January and since I had fallen sick a few days earlier and had missed quite a few classes, so I felt my preparations weren't that good. I was nervous and I feared that I won't be able to clear my exams. So I thought it better to to stay back at the hostel and prepare rigorously for my exams rather than going home during the winter vacations to be with my parents. Being a book-worm all my life, it didn't matter to me much whether it was Christmas or the New Year's night, I would have anyway remained lost among my books. My friends were actually true, that I was very boring. This year too, during the winter vacations, I remained busy with my exam preparations even on the Christmas night. The last few days of December were spent with my study books and shuttling between my hostel-room and the library.

My room-mate Priya, however is so unlike me. She is a free-spirited and a fun-loving girl, she is such a live-wire that she can bring energy to any dull room. She never misses an opportunity to enjoy the happy occasions. Though there were times when from inside, I too was wishing to join her, but my shyness used to hold me back and somehow I would decline her invitation every time. This time too, she informed me that she along with some of our other classmates were keeping a costume party on the New Year's night to welcome the New year and asked me if I would like to join them. I was reluctant at first but I don't why, I accepted her invitation. May be because I wanted to see for myself, how they used to enjoy. Because back home, I always used to have a very quiet new year's night with my parents. Momma would prepare some Bengali dishes for the night and sometimes even used to bake a cake, if she was in a good mood. We all would have an early dinner and then would sit together watching the new year programmes on TV. Just as the clock would strike twelve, we would wish each other and would make a few phone calls to our friends and relatives too to wish them, before going back to sleep. But here, at New Delhi, I had no idea how these girls celebrated a New year's night at the hostel.

As the evening approached, I could hear some faint music coming from the downstairs, some of the girls had probably already started their party but they were my seniors and so I was too fearful of them to go and see what all they were doing. Priya stayed back and didn't come to the room after our dinner, but I knew that she would be busy preparing for the party. So I remained in my room and continued studying. A few hours later, I heard a few knocks on my door. When I opened it, I couldn't hold back my laughter after seeing Priya and the others dressed up the way they were. They all looked like vampires and ghosts but rather than feeling scared, I found them very funny to look at. They had all sorts of colours on their faces and they were hardly recognizable. They told me that we were all going to have a costume's party that night, on the hostel's terrace, to celebrate the New Year and also asked me to get dressed as a ghost. I had never celebrated a New year's night outside nor had ever spent it with friends. So though I was feeling nervous, fearing the punishment that would have been given to us if we were caught by the hostel authorities for spending the night on the terrace, but I couldn't resist the temptation either. The idea definitely seemed exciting. So I too joined them, after getting dressed up as a ghost wearing white clothes and smearing my face with the colours that they had brought. Smriti, another classmate of mine and the smartest of us all in the group, had made all the arrangements for food - she had bought eatables from the money that we all had contributed - there were pastries, cakes, samosas, packed biryanis and roasted chicken pieces too along with a big flask of hot ginger tea. She had also brought a few crackers like anars and colourful rocket bombs. Now winter remains at its peak during the months of December and January in Delhi and that night too was freezing cold. The girls had even managed to bring some firewood, we lit it up and sat around it. But it was so cold that night that we all were still shivering, and clattering our teeth. We could hardly keep ourselves still in our costumes given the bitter cold that had engulfed the night. However it all changed in the span of a few minutes when the party began. We got so absorbed in the party mood that we forgot about the cold. In spite of the chill in the air, we had a wonderful girl's night on the terrace. We danced together, we ate together and we even played a few games. For the first time in my life, I had so much fun. Then as the clock was about to strike twelve, we all got ready with the crackers. Exactly at the stroke of the midnight, we lit them up. We all then looked up, gazing open-mouthed as the horizon came alight with colourful fireworks. The sky looked so beautiful that night with the sparkle of the fireworks. We hugged and wished each other, we also made the customary new year's resolutions (knowing fully well that they would get broken only a few days later) and we danced again for a few minutes more. before going back to our respective rooms.

I had never had so much fun before. I never knew that a new year party that too spent at a hostel, could be so much fun and exciting. But more than the occasion, it was the time I spent with my friends that made the night so memorable. I got to know each of them better that night and in a way, I too opened up with them for the first time ever since my admission. I remained totally oblivious of what would anyone think of me if they found me dancing wildly on the terrace. Owing to my shy nature, I could never express myself freely before but that night I felt so unburdened, I felt like a bird. Prior to this girls' night out, I was feeling so tense about my exam-preparedness but the fun-time that I had with my friends that night, the few hours that I had away from the books, acted as a medicine and cleared up my cluttered mind. I felt so relaxed and happy from within that I was no more scared about my exams. I felt so positive. That was all because of my friends, I can never thank them enough. I hope I will have many such happy times with my friends in the coming days too.

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4/13/2015

Keep Going

Image courtesy - Jan Stewart
The Journey may seem long
Your destination may seem far away
but if you keep hope
and keep going on,
you will surely reach there one day.
There will be obstacles,
You may have doubts too
that will try to hold you back,
they will try to drag you down
but don't let them win, keep fighting
One day you will vanquish them all
It may take some time to reach there
but it's a journey worth the time
Don't feel scared by the thorns on the path,
Don't feel scared to take a new road,
You may struggle along the way, 
and you may have doubts in your mind,
that's okay but if it asks you to give up, 
don't listen to it, just keep going
The harder the path is, 
the more stronger you will be at the end of the road,
You will surely reach your destination
if you believe in yourself
and keep going on!

4/05/2015

I am your Inner Voice

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Hey there... are you listening?
Can you hear me?
I am your inner voice. 
Why have you kept me locked up inside?
Free me and I will help you free your emotions
I will teach you how to speak your mind,
I will lift up your spirits and 
you will be able to fly again
You know you are strong,
let time take its course but don't you feel low,
Bad times don't stay for too long,
So don't give up your smile...
Hey heartbroken, don't you worry
You are never alone, you always have my company
I am here with you, always
I will help you heal your heart,
I will keep you safe, my dear.