THE CRY

Hundreds of friends over facebook and not even one whom she could talk to. Loneliness haunts her each day. Depression has overpowered her body. This wasnt the life she had imagined. Her laughter got lost in the incessant chatter of the city. The glitz of the city had attracted her so much. But all that glitters is not gold. Although she realised it, but it was too late. Now she thinks, had she listened to her parents, life would have been so much better. All she could do is mourn over her loss. Losing her virginity wasnt as painful as being aware of the fact that the person whom she loved dearly and had surrendered herself to, wasnt even in love with her. All he did was, use her as a mere object for fulfilling his sexual desires. He was her first acquaintance at the college, soon they turned out to be best friends and with time their friendship gradually turned into love. They enjoyed so many parties together, made memories to cherish, but in the end she realised all that was a lie. She remembers the day when she told him about her pregnancy, how he had insulted her infront of the whole college and had called her a whore. She couldnt ever get out of that shock. How she had pleaded him to not leave her. But all went in vain. She would cry daily, her life had turned miserable. She didnt eat all day long. Her health degraded. She decided to end it for once and all. After gathering all her courage she took a decision. A decision that would change everything. She held the revolver and pulled the trigger. And before even stepping out of her teenage, she stepped out of the world.

- Manika Garkhal

AM I LOST????

In the dark and gloomy corridor,
Away from the bright and glossy pave,
I live a life that is all dull and bore,
Probably, none can be the save.

Through the road that always leads,
To the same college gate,
Wading through, it bleeds,
Enduring the sun’s scorching hate.

From crassly classes and lugubrious labs,
To noisome assignments and sundry tests,
From that inimical senior who only jabs,
To the ultra magnified ‘national level fests’

With societies that are truly despicable,
Preaching hierarchy in a hideous way,
The submissive being more talented and amicable,
Than the inebriated and inflicting lay.

I am in such a mesh,
Disrupted from autumn to frost,
It grabs my mind and flesh,
Perhaps, I am lost……….

-----SHAIJAL TRIPATHI

The Fourth Dimension

Here …you come on this earth, so so tiny.    

What’s up in that small mind—who knows-- previous life? Blank? We really don’t know although we have all passed through the same phase.

The “tininess” slowly fades…
thoughts change, things become too clear to be confusing or rather too confusing to be clear.
So……..that new life is now adjusted to the “human atmosphere.”

In the childhood it’s just the friends, playing, sleeping, eating and sometimes getting scolding and thrashed up for small things, crying but happiness is still there. No tension, no pressure, many helpful hands—parents.
Still there are the deprived few I would right now skip talking about because this is not what I want to talk over here—things are already too melancholic to think about it and let’s just stick on considering the normal life.

So……slowly the childhood also disappears, fades, gets stored in that bank of memories. Those friends are now old and you have the new ones, or maybe the old ones are still there…
Priorities change but those helping hands are still there.

You just grow up. Amazing! Right?

I don’t think one ever thinks that way. It’s just so normal.

But ever wondered why only it’s so specific and not something else?

Well you shouldn’t even do so coz memories and past can never ever bring you happiness even though it was the best ever time of your mortal life—you miss it so much!

Slowly but steadily surroundings, thinking, perception, the ones you loved….every thing just changes.
You change your school, college, workplace, home and then what happens of those old best friends with whom you had once promised all of your life?
Slowly you stop talking to them—just because—out of sight out of mind.

Well that’s not your fault—it’s so natural.

Right?

Someday, you suddenly remember them and all those people who had once been so very important but now there’s just nothing left except those tears and broken promises.
You just keep on moving in life, walking towards your own end leaving those so very important people behind.

You might say “no I have an aim.”

What aim??
That you’ll one day become the president or the richest person but again I would like to ask….what after that?

You still can’t take things with you although on this mortal earth you were the most powerful but you weren’t even able to own the things you owned. What an irony.

There might be that one person you fall in love with who you really, really want to be with you forever. And forever is not just this so short life, but eternity.

But…………does this really happen?

Even in the most perfect of cases, death can’t be defeated and there’s one of you still left behind. 

What’s eternity when you couldn’t even stay together in the mortal world? And those helping hands always there for you….you leave them…and then what??

Blank? Darkness??

You just end up losing everything even though you had the most perfect of life.

And you still weren't able to alter the fourth dimension. Most powerful person are you eh?

-Kriti Kandpal

NUMB

Humanity seems to be disappearing at a great pace. A person is appreciated when he fights, calling it "competitive spirit" and not when he works for a good cause. At that moment people say he's wasting time. 

             And oh! This reminds me this notorious phrase "people say." Why do we always have to do how, what, when "people say!!" Why is it for the society and not for ourselves. And what's the result?
Well neither gives satisfaction. You follow your dream and you end up making people around you unhappy; you follow their dream, you are unhappy! Stuck in this maze forever and ever.....
             I sometimes wonder, the person who sings and composes the song, the one who writes a beautiful piece of poetry; why isn't his actual feelings as beautiful as what he has composed. This was not something which has prevailed since ages, but it is now, feelings are dying as we are "advancing." Huh! Irony isn't it? We call this advancement.
            Whats the point!? You can build machines and put life into them without even realising that you yourself don't possess one. 
            Now-a-days, who even tells their younger generation that they should grow up to be a humble and a good human being and most important, stay happy with what they have. It makes me laugh, money is much more important than a damn life.
           We all talk about how insensitive people have become but when it's our turn to save a person dying by the roadside, we prefer standing there and watching rather than helping him out. And then we call ourselves rational too, 21st century genius.
           There are people who won't even come to know there's a person dead next door because they don't even know who their neighbour had been. So busy are we? Is that dead compassion?
           With each such step humanity literally dies. Each such deed strangles the feeling of humility.
We hold the evil high above us and then keep on wondering what kind of deplorable state have we come to.

---KRITI KANDPAL 

MONEY OR CONTENT LIFE????

Hang on a second. Don’t make the unforgivable mistake of rushing to an answer. Your answer might just lead you to a never-ending debate with your friends or more dangerously, yourself. Both money and a content life are tremendously related to each other. Naturally, to lead a content life, you need lots of green paper.( I can sense a few raised eyebrows). But it’s not as simple as that, you see. Let’s scrutinize both sides of the coin.

Let’s   start with those who went for the ever-so-obvious answer of ‘A Happy Content Life’. This was obviously an impulsive choice (You definitely wouldn’t want to appear greedy by travelling down the other road). Some of you might have even answered it through the evergreen melodramatic question, ‘Can money buy happiness?’ But the bigger issue here is not your choice. The bigger issue is that is it the right one? If you truly believe in a happy content life, then you’ve seriously got to stop complaining about the evergreen 3 lakh TCS placement package. A content life implies that you’re satisfied,and it's human tendency that one you're satisfied, progress stops. So typically speaking, if your ancestors shared the same thoughts you do, then we definitely would still be covering ourselves with leaves (Goosebumps).

Now, lets flip the coin and look at the other side, the people who opted for money. As I write, I can imagine Amitabh Bachchan saying, ‘ Mere paas maa hai’. If you keep aside Mr. Bachchan’s brilliance in delivering the dialogue and just ponder over what he said, you will realize that money & content life are 180 degrees apart. If you’ve chosen money then you’re obviously ambitious (or over ambitious), which is definitely a good quality.

Most people will settle for the “Content life” answer because they know deep inside that their entire lives will be wasted running after money and yet they won’t have anything. It is this fear of failure, not money that has kept humankind from achieving miracles. But it all comes back to one basic question, that when push comes to shove, money won’t help you as much as the support of loved ones. After all Leo Tolstoy very rightly said, six feet from his head to his heels, is all the land a man requires after he is dead.

So, I think you’re now informed or clear minded enough to answer the title of this article. Go ahead, pick a choice but make sure you have enough points to defend yourselves!

----DIGVIJAY CHAND 

The Bond Of Friendship!!!

       
We care, we fight, we rejoice, we smile , we’re angry sometimes but we know that they are one of our choices. Yes! They’re our friends. And this is what friendship is made up of, some special surprises, mixed emotions, teasing them, playing together, laughing and finally smiling while we remember all these wonderful memories. It is sometimes important to take your stand on any topic while going through a discussion but it is truly worthless to make it an issue, fight over it and simply lose your good friends just because of your ego!

Well according to me whenever there is such a situation where things heat up just take a second and think for a while that “Is it a big deal??”. Yap! “Is it a big deal fighting over some nonsense topic it could be science, politics, news or any event or it could be anything where you have to bear the loss of losing a friend even if you win the argument”. If you call it winning I must tell you that it was the biggest act of foolishness you could have done in your life.

Friends! We are not here to cry. We’re not here to fight. We’re not here to blame. We’re not here to be angry or miserable. But we’re here to find the purpose of our life and these are the things that keep pulling us down in life. On the other hand if we start living life enjoying it with peace and harmony, forgiving people not because they are good coz we are good, We’ll be seeing that life was always wonderful. And in fact, everyone here is good. It’s the time and the circumstances that make us feel they are bad. It’s very simple ‘The day we start seeing things from the other person’s perspective and just try to feel a bit of what they feel’ our life will change drastically.

Whenever you feel awkward about someone just start remembering those wonderful moments you spent with them or just write down their qualities which they have. Even if you’re going through some tough times, you’ll have to keep faith that all will turn well again and be the first one to shake hands throwing your ego aside and reunite. Because they are the ones after your parents who make your life really wonderful and give you those awesome moments due to which you feel glad that you are lucky  to have such wonderful people in your life!!!!!
-GAUTAM RAJESH SHELLEY

I'm Counting More

I tried to bind... 
All those feelings which I find... 
I tried to throw...
All those things belongs to your endless flow 

I tried to stop...
But that's kind of flop... 
Its been a year... 
And I'm counting more...


I don't know... 
I don't want to know... 
I just knew...
All the things that you use to do...
But let it go.... 
I don't want you more... 
Its been a year... 
And I'm counting more...


Mistake had been make...
It hell no heavens, just fake...
You love the game... 
I love the player... 
When I uncover the layer... 
Its not you... 
You disappear...
& 
Its been a year since then... 
I'm still counting more...

-Aditya Bhardwaj