Live Those Tiny Moments.

You will get bump, you will get lump. You will die. Your parents will die. Your friends will die. Everything around is perishable. But you never care. You forget the simple amusements of this live and run after a ghost to achieve happiness, money, success etc. In that process you always end up being tensed, frustrated and then life seems so boring and dull that u start complaining about it and don’t want to be happy. This is not what life is. Your life is limited. So make sure you enjoy every nanosecond of it.

Most of the people are always concerned about the result of a particular process and miss the fun part in going through that process. They forget that it is not the success but the road to success (which by the way is always under construction) is the most enjoyable part. You always fix an aim and think that life will be easy, perfectly alright after that. The truth is that there is not such any point. You reach a destination and then you are ready for the next one. This journey is endless. So why to wait for the journey to end and till then keep sulking. Forget the success and start enjoying the journey to success. The right moment to do that is right now.

Life is a very precious gift given to us by the Almighty. It is interesting, entertaining and worth living. At the same time it can be complex, complicated and frustrating. It depends on you which format of life you want to choose. Make sure you choose the former one. Because you are only going to get one single life and in that single life you are going to face a lot of challenging and difficult situations. By choosing the second form of life you will only aggravate the situation. The first format will ease you even in difficult situation and you will sail through them very easily.

Don’t seek happiness in big achievement. (Does not mean that you don’t strive for the same).The happiness lies in those small, tiny moments of life which you encounter every day. Your life provides infinite no of these moments. Don’t miss those moments. This is a basic human tendency to miss a particular moment/object/person when they are gone. We never realize the power of those tiny moments at that very same time and realize only when they are gone. And when we realize we can only heave a sigh. Your aim of life should be to live those tiny moments and make them count.

I have seen a lot of these tiny moments in my life. Catching butterflies in evening, stealing mangoes from others garden, going with mamma in that small rickshaw, sleeping on the roof under an star-studded sky, fighting with the big brother, grumping while going school every morning, watching Sunday cinema with friends, the 3 AM running in the hope of becoming a military man and many more. Each moment has its own value for me. These are the most valuable assets of my life for one simple reason that I cannot live those moments again. Every person has his own set of these tiny moments which only he can value and evaluate how important and precious they are for him.

So from now onwards stop sulking, stop complaining and start living each and every moment of your life before they become memory and u start missing them. At the end of your life these memories will flash before your eyes. Make sure you have lived through each one of them.

Don't Leave Me,Please!

Each morning I wake up half dead only to be converted in a full corpse by the end of the day. Tired & frustrated I return to home and find you there waiting for me. All of a sudden my grumpy face becomes normal by seeing you there. You embrace me and bring me back to life. You have always been there for me, never missed a single day. You suck the boredom out of me. Fourier series is so boring and so is Bessel function. You make me realize that there are things apart from functions and series. Lying flat on bed I can feel you all over my body. Your sound seems so pleasing and reminds me the cacophony of this place going on all over the day. For this is time for me and you to feel the silence and leave the world to do whatever it wants to do. I see you each day. You seem unchanged. You have seen me in various conditions, various situations, changing emotions-crying, laughing, smiling, missing, silent, sleeping, rejection, selection, success, failure but you still look the way u looked 4 years back. The world has changed, the college has changed, I have changed but O my dear you are the only constant thing in this ever-changing world. I never realized how essential you were for my survival at this sulking and sodding place. Now you are upset, gone, not responding to me and then I realize how important you are. Please come back to life for I cannot survive without you. I need you.

It was then when I heard a knock at my door.

“Who is it” I asked.

“Mechanic sir, your fan is not working”. And I took the sigh of relief for she is going to be back in my life.

7 Days in Solitary Confinement

Continuing from A night In Africa...........

My body was full of blisters. I had no idea what the hell was going on inside my body? Whatever it was it made me feel retarded, slow; it made me feel the fastness of the world around me. Everything except me was moving so fast. I like a looser was so calm and slow that I did not bother to get down from the upper berth for nearly 10 hours. Sleeping on that berth I kept observing the people around me and their activities. The traditional Indian railway aura was on its full swing. The chai walah ( the tea boy),the jhalmudi (snacks)vendors, the paper soap boy made frequent visit to our compartment with their own unique slogans. I remained silent. The bhangada was going on all over my body and the blisters kept popping on. I was crying from inside. I wished my family were there. These are the situations when I miss my mother so much. It was a bad day. I wished this train could convert itself into a Shinkansen and reach Dhanbad station as soon as possible.

It was 2:35 am in the morning when I deboarded the train at platform no 5 at Dhanbad station. Since I was late by 10 days for this session, I was the only ISMite on that train. The platform looked deserted. Apart from one or two coolies (the luggage carrier) there was no human presence.

In 5 minutes I was at the entrance gate of Dhanbad railway station. With face half covered with the hood of my pullover I started moving when a bunch of rickshaw pullers and the cabbies approached me with lucrative fares.I preferred a rickshaw. The 20 minute journey from Dhanbad station to ISM Dhanbad in a dark,cold,silent night was so pleasing. The city was sleeping. It never looked me so beautiful than it seemed to me at this moment of time. I hate my college when I am on the campus. But when I am off the campus this hatred gets diluted. After each vacations I join the college with new determinations, plans, and strategies only to see them shattering from the very next day onwards. It’s not the college fault that I don’t like it. It’s my fault. I know I am going to miss this place so much. No matter how much I try today to hate this place it is not going to affect my love for this place tomorrow.

I was at the mirror in Amber Hostel wing A to observe my bruised face. I was avoiding any human interaction. A south Indian friend came to wash his face at 3 am in the morning. Strange! He saw my face in the mirror, shot the question” Hey what happened to your face, it seems to me like a chicken pox”. Thanks God, the moron has got a name.

Next morning I was in the health centre. The doctor observed me and suggested me to go back to my home. Holy crap! I came here so far only to go back! How could I go back. I just came 10 days late. I had not registered for this semester yet, not to mention I’d have a lot of syllabus to cover. Going back was out of the question. I asked any other option. The Doctor sent me in a solitary confinement for seven days. I was isolated.

For those 7 days I was all alone in a 45x20 room with 5-6 beds all lying vacant ready for the potential candidates. Well I was the king of that small place. The king used to cry on his fate. First two days were like two millennia. I could not go outside. I had not my laptop with me. My mobile was not working. God, how do prisoners survive in this condition? I realized the sufferings Mr Papillon had to undergo when he was sent in solitary confinement for two years. After 2 days I was a bit adapted to the situation. It was then when I realized the fancy lives, the perks and powers we had in our hostels .Anyway those 7 days passed and I was back in the crowd after an 18 days delay.

A Night In Africa

Calm............Calm……………………

It was all calm. Lying flat I counted the stars in the sky.1, 2, 3...7. The moon was shining the same way it does in my village. I turned my head by 87⁰. My eyes travelled hundred of meters but registered nothing of interest. It was all deserted. I looked on the other side, but the result remained the same. No one was there, no one. Nothing …….. I was all alone.

I tried to move but my legs were no more mine. I could not feel my legs. I tried, tried and again tried but the result was zero. Damn it, how the hell I ended up here.  Finally I gave up and let my body ease. I saw the moon again. I felt light. I consoled myself buddy you are not all alone. Whenever I find myself at a new place and feel lonely I see moon in the sky and say to myself this is the same moon your parents and friends back home would be seeing and thus I connect myself to my family through this moon. Moon has always worked liked a connector for me. I send a signal through neurons to my fingers. They responded. Thank God the hands were not accompanying the legs. Disasters could have happened. I touched the sand. It felt so cold. The wind was making the condition harsher for me.

My eyes recorded some decibels of sound. It kept increasing. I thought who the hell was out of his mind travelling through this hell at midnight. The sound kept increasing. And soon I saw a gigantic hound. The bastard was making that cruel some sound and I, like a roasted chicken was lying there waiting for the attacker to come. God you could have given me the opportunity to have a death of dignity, not like this. So this was me Sumit Kumar Rai, born in gopalganj, in a remote area in Bihar, was going to die in Africa. All the sweet memories of my life, those golden days with friends in garden flashed before my eyes. They will never know what the hell happened with me. I had never imagined myself in such a condition, dying like this. My story deserved a better ending. But the destiny had something else stored in for me. I made the last attempt to save myself. But what I could do was to detach my back from the surface to see a much better view of my death. My eyes meet with that of hound. I could sense the feeling “your ass belongs to me" in his eyes.

I was ready to leave the world. The hound started the journey, took the final steps, made that cruel noise and took a long jump. I closed my eyes to embrace the death...........

The bypassing train made the shrieking noise. I opened my eyes and gathered all my senses. S1, 35, Upper berth, Maurya express, 10:30 am,Jan 17^th,2010,I boarded at Siwan station. It was 3:40 pm the train was somewhere between Sonpur and Hajipur. In just 5 hours I had happened to travel thousands of kilometers all the way to Sahara in Africa and had made a return journey too. I thought now I was perfectly alright, but it was not so at all. I was endangered when the eyes were closed. I was still facing trouble when the eyes were open………………….. (to be continued)

Divinity in Everyone

"Once there was a 'High Caste devotee' of God. He always used to practice the rituals as followed by high priests. He had no home & always used to wander in different villages & places. He was free of desire, lust, hatred, greed & used to live in a world of his own.

God became very happy with his devotion & asked him for a boon. 'High Caste devotee' told the God that he was desire less and he did not want anything, but God insisted for some boon to be granted to him as a reward of his devotion. At this 'High Caste devotee' asked for a boon that, whenever, he was in need of food & he felt hungry, food may be provided to him. God granted him that boon & disappeared.

One day, 'High Caste devotee' after wandering for a long distance felt hungry, but there was nothing available nearby. Then he remembered that the God had granted him a boon that he would find food at his desire. Suddenly, he saw a man dressed in torn & dirty rags, carrying food in a bag asked him, "Sir, would you like to have some food." Looking at the apparent dirty & impure condition of the man & being himself of High caste, he felt repelled at that man's condition. He politely refused "No, Thank you". The person carrying the food again approached him, but in utter disgust & in anger the 'High Caste devotee' told that person to go away and that he was not interested in his food. The person carrying the food disappeared. Seeing the sudden disappearance of that person, he realized that it must be God, who disguised Himself as that man dressed in torn & dirty rags and came to provide him food.

On his prayer now God again appeared before the 'High Caste devotee', smiled and told him, It was the "King of heaven" only who had come to fetch you food. In fact this food was not the ordinary food but was the divine one, Nectar Food. If he would have accepted & eaten it, he would have become immortal, but on one condition to test whether you could see the Divinity in all, whether you could see the divine being in that man dressed in torn & dirty rags.

That 'High Caste devotee' now understood how he had failed in the test. It was his Ego, which made him refuse the Nectar Food.

So the moral of the story is that we should see the God / Divinity present in all beings & we should not discriminate with any body & love everyone equally.".............(ctrl+c and ctrl+v job)

The Chicken Fiesta

February 26th, 7PM-9PM

Most beautiful,unforgettable two hours of college life. It was Saturday eveninng and it sucked like all the days at ISM suck.(Things were different in 1st 2 years,but in 3rd year all the days suck).

3 of us -me,Shadab and Akhlak made an otherwise sodding saturday a great evening. The fun part in preparing the chicken in room no-17 with damaged heater and a small teaspoon was really amazing and it was something which can't be bought by money.The feeling was priceless-worth billions.

                                                        Shadab and Me

                                                         Shadab and Me

                                                       Me and Akhlak

An Inspirational Story

In olden times there was a Potter and he had a wife and family to support. In their nearby place, lay a great natural lake & next to that lake was a great river. When there were rains & there was much water, river and lake used to merge into one; but when the water was low, river and lake used to be apart. Water born fish and tortoises know by their own instinct, when in the year there shall be rain and when there shall be a drought. At one time, the fish and tortoises which lived in that lake knew that there would be a drought; and as at that time lake & river were one water, they swam out of the lake into the deep river. But there was one Tortoise that would not leave the lake & go into the deep river. He said, "As I was born in this lake, and because I have grown up here, and here is my parental home, so I cannot leave this lake. That Tortoise lived in that lake only"

Then the hot season came & all the water of the lake dried up. That Tortoise dug a hole in the lake and buried himself, just in the place where the Potter used to come to fetch the clay for making the clay pots. One day the Potter came to get some clay & he started digging the dry lake with a big spade. His spade cracked the tortoise' shell & turned him out on the ground as though he were a large piece of clay. In the pain & agony the Tortoise thought, "Here I am, dying, all because I was too fond of my home in the lake & never wanted to leave it!. As I was born in the lake & I lived here in the clay but now the same lake & clay are going to take my life. If I would have thought properly & have went with the other in the deep river, I would not have gone through this pain & agony."

So he went on and on, talking to the Potter, till he died. The Potter picked him up, and collecting all the villagers addressed them thus: "Look at this Tortoise. When the other fish and tortoises went into the great river, he was too fond of his parental home to go with them, and buried himself in the place where I get my clay. Then as I was digging for clay, I broke his shell with my big spade, and turned him out on the ground in the belief that he was a large lump of clay. Then the Tortoise called to his mind what he had done, lamented his fate and expired. So you see he came to his end because he was too fond of & deeply attached to his home. Take care not to be like this tortoise. Don't say to yourselves, 'I have money, home, I have a son, I have a daughter, I have numbers of men and maids for my service, I have precious gold'; do not cling to these things with craving and desire. Simply do not get attached to anything very much that you cannot leave it...............(ctrl+c and ctrl+v job)