Monday, June 13, 2011

My experiments with NSS

Hello folks! I am writing a bit too infrequently nowadays but the summer heat has made me too lazy. However, I found some time this May to do something for the society. Of course, the NSS work began with the lust of hours and the aim to complete them soon enough. But what I saw during those visits, I guess that really got me involved. Let us see how...

That was a day that really had me turned
I was just thinking about some petty hours
But when I went for the field work
The sights i saw
simply made my heart churn


I went over to Rohini
musing over a wasted day
but what i saw there
I forgot to be bored
and made my eyes somewhat runny

I just though it to be some stupid job
But when I saw those houses
(if you could call them so)
I was like, my God
there's nothing here even to rob


Those people out there
what they were facing i hope none do
they didn't even  qualify as poor
they were miserable
cos some of them didn't even own a freaking chair

They had managed themselves a shelter
but i couldn't even dream of living in them
cos not only were they unhygenic,
in some cases, even a dog's 'home'
seemed a lot better

And there lives were even worse
some were old abandoned parents
other with no eyesight or maybe no ears
some even had crippled sons to support
it seemed as if they had been given a curse

But despite all these sights
the strangest seems the fact 

that although they said nothing about their lives
their eyes seemed to plead
they seemed to beg for someone to free them from their plights

But well, who cares for them right
we have our own life to handle
clear exams, get good jobs etc...
but now these problems seem stupid
cos now i see the world in a new light

Our problems are not worth the issue
we cry over lost marks or opportunities
but they don't cry over their lives
they have a right but they don't
rather they silently wipe their tears off a tissue

so once in a while, moving away from us
we need to lend them a hand
They may have got themselves a roof
but believe me a 'thela' is no home
and that's not what anybody deserves

the shelf of their happiness can be filled
but it requires a little help from you
just remember the motto
'service before self'
and I'm sure one day they'll have a filled shelf

Signing off...
A NSS Volunteer

PS
1) It really was an enlightening trip down to those slums. A hearty thanks to Arushi and Lovejeet for that.
2) It really gives you peace to know that you could help the society in some way. So please contribute.

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

prepaid वालों का दर्द

This post was intended a long time back and refers to my old days of 11th and 12th when i used to here this phrase quite too often " तू क्या जाने prepaid वालों का दर्द". This post is dedicated to all those whose balance I wasted without realising the state of their hearts...

Ah, i still remember those times
that I spent on the phone
chatting away merrily
not realising for once that it was the other one who had called
until they finished the call coldly
when they were finally angered
saying " तू क्या जाने prepaid वालों का दर्द "

Ah, i still remember those times
i never understood what was the problem
no one retaliated to long calls when i was the caller
but they cut it short when it was their turn
until i was made to realise that it was the plans that differ
when my pondering they answered
saying " तू क्या जाने prepaid वालों का दर्द "

Ah, i still remember those times
when the difference was finally sinking in
but even then i chatted along
as it was now all the more fun
cos i knew i was doing wrong
by leaving their balance simply shattered
saying " अब मैं जानता हूँ prepaid वालों का दर्द " :P

Signing off...
A postpaid customer

PS
1) This one's dedicated especially to kishan who even continues saying this to me
2) Better shift to postpaid connections :P

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

No Tobacco Day - Please Quit Smoking

Its been a really long time since I had last scribbled on this notepad. Its been quite an eventful 2nd semester at IITD about which I will tell you soon. As for today, I thought I might republish my earlier poem as an appeal for people to quit smoking. So here it goes dedicated to all the smokers reading it...

Smokers say कि सुट्टे से मिलती है ख़ुशी
but what they don't realise is
कि सुट्टा मारने के बाद
वो  हो  जाते हैं थोड़े pushy,
थोड़े  agressive, थोड़े  moody

Smokers say कि सुट्टे से मिलता है मज़ा
but what they don't realise is
कि उनके पास वालों के लिए
उनका धुआं बन जाता है सज़ा
and they get cancer as a जज़ा

Smokers say कि सुट्टे से मिटती है उनकी भूंक
but what they don't realise is
कि धुआं जब अन्दर जाता है
तो अन्दर का सब जाता है सूख
in your every deadly फूँक

smokers say कि सुट्टा छोड़ा नहीं जाता
but what they don't realise is
कि उसे छोड़ना है ज़रूरी
इसीलिए मैं  ये message हूँ लाता
कि हो determination तो बंदा सुट्टे को ज़रूर छोड़ है पाता

please understand my message

cos what you do have to realise is
that smoking kills and leaving it
will definitely increase your age
says medical books' every page


Signing off...
A friend of all smokers

PS
1) Currently in my 2 and a half month vacation from college. Hope to blog more in the coming days. :)
2) Even if a single person reading this poem quits smoking, I will count that as my success

Thursday, March 17, 2011

The eyes that said everything

Quiet like to my previous post(and exceptionally coincidental), I encountered another pair of eyes with a slight difference - the difference lied in the fact that these said everything that maybe could be said by words alone. They proved that 'Actions do speak louder than words' ...

Our plans were a bit different
We were waiting for something to start
But what actually started was not
For what we had come with our heart


But still, we thought of giving it a shot
And sit back and enjoy the act
So we did view the performance

Which was not initially in out pact

And gosh, it was really worth the chance
Cos what we saw amazed us to no level
The rhythmic feet and the perfect hands
And The eyes which were really a marvel

And then began the story of some other lands
Other lands I may be saying
But each and every bit was clear as crystal
as if the eyes were with our minds playing

Nothing could be more subtle
Each and every emotion clearly portrayed
Which added to the story's richness
And dazed by those eyes our heads swayed

The eyes had given the story harness
Which controlled its path throughout

So that the toughest of toughest scenes
Could be clearly depicted without a doubt

The eyes moved like fast machines

Capable of achieving any task
But they had the human touch
And hence there was nothing more for us to ask

Our knowledge of the talent was zero as such

But still every part of it seemed known
The credit goes to those wonderful eyes
Which said everything they wanted to, alone

Signing off...
A mesmerised viewer

PS
1) A complete coincidence that I actually saw these 2 opposite pair of 'talking' eyes :)
2) The above mentioned eyes were of 'Rama Vaidyanathan' who left us spellbound by her breath taking Bharatnatyam performance at IIT Delhi.

Sunday, March 6, 2011

The eyes trying to say something

Those big, round eyes have completely put me under a spell. Like its popularly said उसने अपनी आखों से जादू कर डाला. I can spend my whole day gazing into them trying to understand what they want to say to me.
But whose eyes am I talking about? Let me tell you....

Those eyes, really big ones
Hoping on hope that someone would understand.
Eyes trying to say it all sometimes with the assistance of a hand

Big, bright and beautiful
Is how his eyes look to me
Gazing holding some mystery

Eyes show clearly that they want to tell you something
Yet no one seems to understand him
Eager to tell his small stories
Sounds start accompanying his eyes' whim

O' god, it really hurts me to an extent great
For I can't see him so desperate

Time passes by but he can't explain
How to tell the big ones my words
Eying all around in search of a method in vain

Little by little we do comprehend a bit
I say what his actons upon my mind hit
Then slowly slowly he starts smiling
That's when he indicates that we've got the thing
Little though it maybe but finally those
Eyes could say their poetry or prose

But who is this, about whom I don't tire writing about
O dear readers its my new cousin just 2 months old
Year it will take at least before his stories can actually be told

Signing off...
A big brother

PS
1) I don't think I fared well in my last attempt. Hope this one is well received :)
2) Hey people. Please suggest some good names of my new cousin starting with दी.
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