Sunday, 30 September 2012

Recollecting Memories--- pulse 2012


Since the time we gave last paper of first year we have been dreaming about pulse... Conversation with any senior used to start with-- Oh!!! you are in second year--- the pulse going batch... Live it out completely now,,, a rocking year is waiting ahead for you, man!!!

Now, back from pulse it feels the time has past so swiftly... It was just now when I was dreaming of doing this, doing that at pulse... Waiting eagerly for the pulse fever to begin, then joining the pulse 2012 page, regularly checking all the updates at page, asking queries, searching for the competitions I can participate in, waiting for schedules, then waiting for announcement of stars coming this year, pre-pulse shopping, crazily planning," I'll wear this, I'll wear that", practicing in college, bunking classes for preparation and more than preparation spending time in "Masti.." and finally it was 14th of september...

The day we left for Delhi...And the real fun began... 
14th was the day when train required no fuel to run... The energy flooding from the pulse going medicos was sufficient to drive it... ;) The freaky games, Antakshari, Dumb charades, it was morning by now but the peak of in-train-fun  refused to lower...

We reached Delhi early morning and finally stepped in the AIIMS campus-- the dream place of any medico... And the sheer bliss this vista gives is beyond the capability of words to describe...

we waited for almost 5 hours, all tired, sitting by road side with our luggage, finally to get our del cards and rooms... But even waiting there was enjoyable...

Then started finally the eagerly awaited -- PULSE 2012...




The P-Wave was awesome.. Though some technical errors tried to spoil the visible efforts of the team but the hard-work of the team kept the flags up... The shadow dance left each one in the crowd dumbstruck..  P-wave welcomed the delegates with enormous warmth and kept its promise of a hilarious start... 

And then the Mind-boggling Slideshow... I bet each one in the hall must have had Aspirin to relieve the pain in their tummies due to laughter.. :D

And then the competitions began.. And the organizers I guess searched the whole globe and drew the list of   competitions that could be held, so that each one of us had their chance to participate... More importantly every thing was so well-organised though time-delays made us cut our tongues under teeth out of anger some times but when compared to the efficacy in the way events were organised this err seemed negligible...



Classical night by the Sarod Maestros-- Ayaan and Amaan Ali Khan needs a special mention here...Their brilliancy and expertise made even Classical Music-- the music of common man. Even those among audience who had no taste for classical music could not stop themselves from saying-- Waah!!!                                       





The MRCs used to be ROCKING... After the whole tiring day MRCs used to revitalize each soul there... And then the movies in auditorium made each one to forget-- that something like sleep exists on this earth...

Day by Day...The fun used to cross its previous limit... Interesting competitions, conducted in a beautiful way each day, plenty of stars, plenty to mesmerizing moments, plenty of talent, plenty of fun including playing truth and dare at nights, it felt like we were left free from the time bounds to enjoy given moments completely..


Sunidhi Chauhan, Kumar Vishwas, Reth band, Dr. Roshan Bharti, Hasya kavi sammelan... What do I need to say.. These names themself tell the story of how excellent each event was...




A special mention about-- JAM... This was the first time I attended something called JAM and I must say it was so,, so,,, wonderful... And about the JAM-Masters... this duo was simply superb,,, man!!! And not to forget the other organizers and people who conducted other events--kudos people,,, you were FAB!!!

Finally the last day 22nd september... From the morning each one's heart prayed-- oh time!!! please slow down your pace a bit,,, please dont pass away this early... But has time ever heard of any one??? Again this time it refused and it was rushing...  one act plays in morning, pulsating minds in afternoon, Mr.& Miss pulse in the eve, the rock night and finally MRC... We danced till the last beat of music was heard in the quad... Then back to the auditorium there was no movie being played, the counter of DAMS was taken off,,, a strange emptiness after a big festival was felt... It was finally morning... Time for us to leave the campus... Heart refused to go but had to leave anyway... Trudging those roads was so difficult,,, it felt even harder than climbing Everest... With a heavy heart we finally left Delhi...

Lips were sealed but the heart shouted loudly--
BBYE PULSE.... BBYE AIIMS... These memories are gonna last for the life time...but I WILL REALLY MISS YOU....






Thursday, 6 September 2012


Sanity…













Turning back the pages of life today
I landed to that beautiful reign,
When confidence and courage filled by being,
Enthusiastic me when proudly dwelled in childhood lane…
                               
        Time flew quickly
                                And youth knocked my doors,
                                It was my turn to step out now,
                                To enter the real world and discover distant shores…

With stories of fair world in my mind
I moved ahead on my way,
But the steps grew harder and heavier
As I confronted with evil world each day…

                Lie, corruption, terror and lust
                The real world was covered with this unhealthy rust…

But No!!! I’ll bring the change
I thought bravely as I headed.
One can meliorate the society I believed,
Only a determined will was needed…
                               
        I was nihilistic and skeptic            
                                Towards all mal traditions,
                                Thus started the obnoxious journey
                                Of this sparrow in abattoir like conditions...


Wounds covered my torso
And soon my wings were slashed.
Still trudging forward
This spirit was continuously bashed …
                                               
            Seeing my pitiful condition
                                                A well-wisher said it to me,
                                                Your obstinacy to bring the change         
                                                Is only jeopardizing your life don’t you see???


No one in this world respects what is right,
Here moving against the current only decreases your might.
You can enjoy riches and success only if you get colored in their way,
Principles, values and truth in today’s world have no say…
                                             
                       Please forget these unyielding desires,
                       And stop suffering this pain.
                        Your deed in this world would only be mocked
                        At last you would only be called insane…

I know my efforts may never find their goal,
My struggle may see fiasco and only gift torments to my soul.
But neither can I live with peace seeing this evil play,
Let me better live out free and follow my inner- self’s say…

                       For my sanity questions my existence
                       When I see my countrymen die when monsoon fails,
                       And then I turn to see terrorists
                       Being cared with millions behind the jails…

My sanity shatters when my fellow medico commits suicide,
And then I see illiterate men enjoying political powers on other side.
When still many children have no access to education and play,
It laments seeing child labors still miles away from bright sunray…
                       
               My sanity shrivels seeing my army-men die
                   Due to import of poor quality weapons,
                   When those death dealers move proud and free
                    It weeps seeing my nation’s condition…


My sanity mocks my being
When citizen’s voice has no weight in my democratic nation,
When tyrant rulers forget common men’s agitations
And remember them only during election…

                   My sanity drops a silent tear
                        When still in my nation women are harassed,
                        When culprits move free, unpunished
                        And victims in my country are abased…

My sanity mourns when I realize
That even a small job in my country requires greenback under table,
Yes, it cries when opposing this ritual
Leaves my job undone and my position unstable…

                    Forgive me but I don’t understand
                        This witty world and its way,
                        Silent complains where integrally lay
                        But no one comes forward to say…

My arcane thoughts though not gifting me roses
But give me a great deal of satisfaction,
My small protests make my living worthwhile
And gradually I believe would ignite each soul of this nation…

 Yes I know I am nothing more than a man of straw
 But my struggles would continue till the last blood drop in my vein,
 If sanity means being mum spectator to this evil play
Then please let me better be called insane…



Tuesday, 4 September 2012


  Being normal in sick world

        

“I want to be famous; I want to earn riches, I want to live like a queen…”
Like all, these words resided on my tongue tip as well. Such dreams filled my existence. I had seen the world like this. I had seen the people running behind money and careers, bidding their present for a bright green future, kowtowing in front of their authority for favors... I had heard my elders blessing me with the words, “May god gift you with fame name and money…”
Knowingly, unknowingly, when this fame, name and money became part and parcel of my dreams I never realized and like all I started running in the gold hunt of life, looking for my ways to excel… I soon got admission in a medical college. So things were going smooth. Though frustration, anger, depression and sadness filled my being but these are all integral components of today’s life. So all in all things were normal…

Once we were sent to ‘Life’s Good hospital’, a known cancer hospital of our city. Here we were briefed about cancer, recent advances in treatment, and then we were made to meet the patients. Dr. Aadi led us. Seeing so many young patients on death bed my soul was shaken and uncontrollably words busted off my mouth, “This is so sick of you god!!!”  Dr. Aadi heard it. She smiled and said, “God is never sick, not to any one…” Humbly I opposed her saying, “But isn’t this unfair of god snatching life at such young age? I mean before the age of thirty you don’t even build a good career or get a job. Seeing death at this age then means living a life without happiness…”

Laughing on my perspective Dr. Aadi explained it to me, “See the problem lies here. The sickness lies in your thoughts and not in life or god. But it’s neither your fault. This is what today’s world is all about – competing and succeeding… Failures have become a big stigma today and success glorifies your being like a gem studded effigy. So afraid of failures every one follows this rat race without any prior thought. You get busy in achieving your ambitions now. You start sacrificing-- first your sleep, then your happiness and finally your present, just in hope of ‘Someday’, thinking someday I’ll buy all pleasures and that day I’ll live for me…  But what if that ‘someday’ never comes??? This cancer, this ail has freed my patients from this unyielding run. You call this disease unfair but at least these people know they have one, two or five more years to live. So they in real sense live their life, they celebrate their today and try to fulfill all those desires which we normally burry due to our tight monotonous schedules. They live a day of pleasure before seeing the date of end. But poor you, what if a car hits you as you step out of this place? All your dreams, your ambitions would remain here and you would die with a heavy heart and unsatisfied soul. You may call my patients sick but my patients now out of this sick world are normal. World pities on the ail of my patients but my patients pity on the sickness of this world…”

                                   
                                                                                                 

Her words shook me deeply… Yes she was right… We people are unknowingly caught in this time trap. Competition runs continuously in our minds. We are those vagabonds who run continuously in the desire of that bait which we are not sure about getting and forget to collect the accessible small coins on our way. This race is ruining our life. We have forgotten the beauty of moment of void and sweetness of silence. Today we have big friend circle but no friend in real sense. We love our goals and gadgets but not our companions. Relationships are nothing more than give and take deals now. We may not know all about our best friend but we surely know all strategies of our competitors. We may not have time to help a friend in need but we surely have time to pull our competitor’s shoe lace.
But does this mean I forget all my ambitions??? Does being normal in this sick world mean living like a man without desires???

Finding the answer took my peace for several days. I felt like banging my head somewhere. Finally I found a way. I asked to myself, “How would I live if I had one month of life left with me???” The answer showed me the way to normal life…

I would have stolen small moments of happiness. I would have taken time to see my mom dad smile, to sleep on my mom’s lap, to listen to my dad sing, to discuss all shitty things with my sister and do all crazy stuff, to hug my friend and say “I care”, to confess in front of  all my loved ones—yes I loved them truly, to live out my way, to dress the way I like, to walk, to speak, to behave the way I like and not as the way society wants to see me, to sing, to dance, to enjoy, to hold balloons and run on seaside, to build my dream castle on beach, to sit eye in eye with my love holding his hand and whispering, “I love you too.”
Being normal in this sick world doesn’t mean forgetting your ambition. It means – not forgetting your life. What we people today have mistaken is we have made our ambitions our purpose of existence. But this is not true. Our ambitions are only a part of our existence. The purpose of existence of each soul on this land is to enjoy and live its share of happiness. Your degree, post, money or name would never give you satiety on your death bed. The moments of love, rejoice and having people around you who really care make even your journey to death peaceful.

So people leave this sickness for a while and try leading a normal life for a change. Work for your ambitions but don’t forget your now. Be true to someone, become the helping hand for someone, be the smile on someone’s face and hug a needy with healer’s love and grace. And then see each step toward your goal would become more enjoyable. The quota of dejection and depression would diminish from your life and life would become a journey on roses…
Enough of quoting ‘Shakespeare’ and ‘Wordsworth’ fellows lend your ear now to me –

Steal little joys from life’s treasure,
The gangplank between life and death would then become full of pleasure.
No regrets of past and no planning future,
Present lies in your hand live it today and make it dearer.
Remember this secret of normal life
 This would make your living wonderful,
There’s no place here for tears and roars
Life, my friend, is really beautiful….

CHEERS!!!