My prize  winning entry on the topic :

Feeling of getting lost in a book...

A word here, a word there

Ocean of feelings here surround,

Under the roof of cheers and walls of tears

I sit here on alphabets ground..

There are no worries and no anxiety

Only satiety and bliss are here found

Neither workplaces' hustle nor worldly troubles

There is only peace here around...

Some times in your journey of reading

YOu become friends with harry and his magical wand

And sometimes you discover the new moon

In the mysterious vampires' land...

A hand then can be felt

Of a lover consoling her love

Or you may find yourself sweating

Because of wars in meluha at hilltop above.

Some times amidst hardest times of your life

You find in Robbin Sharma a helping hand,

Amazing is this world and unique are its ways

Only a bibliophile discovers the treasures of literature's land

You disconnect with this world

In the virtual world you are no more found

You become the character you read

And the landscape described runs in your mind around..

You learn, you discover

lots more than the experiences can teach you

Life, they say, is the greatest teacher

But for me, my books, my greatest teacher are you 

Each time I end a book

I feel empty as when soul leaves torso

Gifting me with lessons cheers and tears

They show me seven shades of life's rainbow..

No! Dont ask me the feeling

Of getting lost in a book,

For the one who experiences can never define it in words

And others see bibliophile simply as a nerd or crook

A man who taught the common man to dream again...

Seven years back in 2006, when a 38 year old short-statured man with mike in his hand, confidence on his face and lion-roar in his voice stood in Delhi for bringing and implementing Right to information, no one ever thought this was a person who would rewrite politics of India. To political classes he was just a small middle class man who had no appellation and no caliber. He was one of those 1.21 billions who had forgotten that even they had an opinion and a voice. And so like filth on roadside he was ignored!

He came back in 2011. On 5 April 2011 when Anna Hazare began his Indefinite Fast at Jantar Mantar in Delhi to demand the drafting of a stronger anti-corruption bill- the Jan Lokpal Bill, in support he stood there… This times a little more strong, a little more bright and roaring a bit more. When he roared from that stage, the world witnessed the stalwart leader in him. He spoke his heart out and touched the souls buried deep down in a common man. He awakened the common man and thus for the very first time in India common man was on roads. This created a hustle in political classes. The mum citizens now discovered that even they had a tongue to speak and arms to revolt. A wave of change was spreading in the nation. This was unacceptable!!! Unacceptable to those in power, to those who believed that power was right of only a few hands in the nation. They wanted the common man to remain lame, to remain powerless… This revolt was disrespect to them and to the dynasty rule and so they oppressed it, thinking there after no common man would dare to stand and speak up again…

Yes he cried that day!!! The common man cried seeing his stature in this democratic nation! He realized his worth was nothing in this system. He had to vote willy-nilly to a political leader to keep the democracy run and elect a leader who would remember him just before the elections and will oppress him like a tyrant once the power comes in his hand. He was shattered. He mourned on his helplessness…

But then his patience broke and he said--- No More!!!

He decided to make his tears his power… He let them flow because he knew the flood of the tears of his eyes was destined to flush out the dirt of the system all together…

‘To clean Mud you first have to enter in it…’He was taught in his childhood… Today he knew what this statement meant… And thus started the journey with the broom… Only difference today was—this broom was not to clean the verandah of his house but to clean the nation. He was not an anarchist but a re-constructor. He did not aim to create higgledy-piggledy to break down democracy but he wanted to bring the wave of change for a better future. He was the one this land had been waiting for- Some one who would not compromise in the system which asks you to compromise at each step.

Every one underestimated him but he was determined. He believed in his might . He believed in his sweat drops. He knew the hearts of his fellow citizens were equally traumatized as his. He made those broken hearts stronger; those helpless hands fight one more round, those tearing eye dream again… And so he stood there proudly—with Twenty eight seats in his pocket, smiling brightly at Delhi!

Ek akele Aadmi se kya badlega? I had been hearing this since childhood. This man was an answer to this apothegm. He showed what the power of an individual determined to bring a change can result in. He changed my perspective and also of the entire nation. He showed in the messiest play of politics a common man can bloom like a lotus, that money and might both were just not sufficient to suppress his Everest resolve.

This man will be cherished in the history- not because he has changed the picture of entire political system, not because he stood against corruption, not because he was an intellectual IITian who left his white collared job to enter dirty politics; But because he made common man dream again, he made a common man realize his power. From now on, “Don’t underestimate the power of a common man’ would not simply be an avowal from a Bollywood blockbuster but this statement will stand as a gospel truth.. Thanks to Mr. Kejriwal


NOTE: This article was written when Kejriwal initially came in power. Over the time he has proven his political motives and has worked opposite to what he claimed. He is a major disappointment of present times. He came with promise of good governance and cleaning politics and on the contrary, he has taken politics to a new low in India. Partnering with (as he claimed) most corrupt party of India, to shouting out names of corrupt politicians but not acting upon them when he had powers, supporting anti- India campaigns to even speaking against Indian army. This man is a total Shame! And has weakened the morals of people who came on roads to support the 'Jan andolan'. May India rise above the frauds like these and keep giving births to greats like Maharana Pratap, Shivaji, Shastri Ji, Atal Ji and Modi Ji...