"As soon as the fear approaches near, attack and destroy it."

These were the quotes of one of the most resourcefull person India has ever produced : The underlaying fact for any great achievment .This is what chanakya said 2500 years ago .And it is still true in this modern world .
The ghost of fear tries to hazel our mind ,weaken our resolve and deviate us from the path we have chosen for ourselves . But no .. , its our duty to fight this demon of fear bravely with a peacefull mind .Then and only then can we succeed at what we have thought of .

Whenever we are in a soup , or find ourselves marooned in the dark ocean of despair ,we cringe at any hope we get a hint of .As the fear starts spreading its octopussian tentacles ... we start to fight back . This is what is called the human vigour to fight back .

of minors ,dusshera and resonanz

It has been 22 days since i posted my last blog .Well these were real busy times but i shuld have somehow scraped sometime for blogging ...but no the princess of procastination would not let me to do so .These days have been very eventfull ,hardworking and exhusting for bot body as well as my mind.


The nightmare called minors

They really were something very close to nightmares . Kepping up the spirit of not studying in engineering college and trying to learn disaster management ( through not studying till the exams are a day away and then burning the midnight oil for the whole examination scheduled ) litrerally is a torture undefined .When u find that after slogging the whole night long ..in the morning u are not in the position to solve even the simplest of problems it can really scare ur wit out of ur heart .After every exam we would be filled with remorose ( for the lost opportunities we had because of thass) ,nostalgia ( while trying to remember those sweet moments of school days when seldom we bartered anything lesser than the highest score in every subject ) and a determination (to patch up holes in the future )....but as the exam ends so ended the moments of catharsis and the feeling of guilt.


Resonanz not rocking....

This time around ,we had not as gud a resonanz as we had the previous year .Personally i think the second years and the third years were not that efficient ..and mismanagement and anarchy ruled the roost .There was a lot of money wastage on thing which wee neither amusing nor benifitted the students ( most prominently the VJ anushka thing that was a complete fiasco and a nagging eyesore ... oh god !! hw she looks .).i was squarely disappointed because of two reasons ...
1) i had prepared for the love writing competition very rigourously but of no avail as the event was scraped out .
2) I also culd not attend most of the fest due to inno work .

But what was thrilling was a quiz win were we were the unfancied opponents having a remote chance to win .rain dance was also a very rocking thing to come out .


durga pooja : reminiscentia of old dayz

The navratra have begun and with the evrdwindling number in the hostel and increasing lonliness ...i start to remember those nostalgic moments of my village where we used to celebrate the goddess victory on mahisasur with gr8 fanfare and religious intensity herewith unknown . Even when i was a 13 year old boy ... i would wake up at 3 in the morning collect flowers for the goddess.the we would make mahadev from mud in the access of 5000 ( mind u i was among the fastest in my family )... This whole process would take 3 hours .Then the task was to bath quickly and chant sanskrit shlokas ( a whole buk of durga saptsati and lots of other prayers .... ) then we would eat and go to dih (it is a place where this pooja is conducted cooperatively by the village ) .there we would have bhajans ,kirtans ,some dramas ...

oh !! those were the days of utter simplicity when the goddess meant everything to us .she was the embodiment of peace ,knowledge,war,...why describe each qualities infact the embodiment of all that is human .
I really miss those days ..when we would stand behind the wise old teacher of the village ( slightly balding with a pukered forehead reciting prayers animatedly ...) .There would be a priest who was so old that he was bent 90 degrees even when he stood and a grumpy old fellow who had donated the highest donation for the pooja flexing his importance everywhere .We would recite prayes with enthusiaism then enjoy a small mela with its small food stalls and cheap toys .
The charm is still unmistakeble.