Let the Sleep be Awaken

Let the light waves & shadows fly;
Let the sleep be awaken.
Let the brightness be bright
beyond the yonder,
Let the silence come’s in commotion,
Let allow, taketh rest to sun,
and thy to glow.
Let the minds change thy play,
and mortals do thee work;
Let the sleep be awaken.

Is it ?

i remember everthing
what'd i 've done to avoid these thing ?

i'm in a terrible war with me,
deep down is a silence-that stop's me


this world has remained cruel with me,
i'd ve died without thou:dat sooths me.

obsessed wid cess; curing d mess,
wat ever d task, always had the mask.

somewhere in a core, i feel like scream,
donno, whether it's a real or a dream.

something inside me, pumps my life,
emulets of my emotions, diggin with the knife.

but i can't look, to reveal,
so than i can do the upheal.

dark n dangerous is the site,
my life is no more a kite.

life now, juss like a wartime novelty,
macheania is the only existing faculty.

till now was the past,
now befitting the cast.


is thy knows the plight ?
or this is not the ultimate hight ?

I Chatter, I Chatter

I can clearly portray myself
borrowing Tennyson’s verses:

I chatter, I chatter, as I flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on for ever.

P.S. – I’m driving my own life
enjoying my journey
destiny may be decided
still not following any road maps
taking the uncharted path
at least I’ll find the answers to everything
may be – waiting for a traveler
to guide me till the eternity.

From the Editor's Desk

Dear readers,

At the outset let me wish all the dear students, a behemoth voyage called NOISE, and may you all blossom into ever vibrant, energetic and responsible citizens and technocrats of tomorrow, so that you all can take the cudgel of moulding one self, the country, so as to ease the lives of our countrymen.

It appears that the white elephant of the Orient is now getting up from deep slumber, and is now all set, to shed out all its laziness, which as been amply taken note of by all those concerned. Such news are welcome, and it bodes good for all of us.

The world has seen two vital revolutions, affecting all of mankind on this Earth which has changed the times and shape of things, decidedly in favor of those yearning for the changes for the good, and in the process has made the world look like a village. In the rat race to be one up, and in some cases in order to survive, one needs to be optimistic on all fronts, innovative, and alert and above all never to be complacent with the results. We are young, and to desire such of the above traits, is not a tall order. It is heartening to note that almost half of the nation’s population is in the age group of 18 to 35. This in itself is a great piece of news. Every second Indian is of our age group. It connotes that we youngsters constitute an important element that needs to be taken note of, and that any action taken also affects us in many ways. On the other hand, this group is an important work force, and if guided in the right path, I am sure, would take our country to great heights and even beyond the yonder.

Even today, we have been importing some vital technologies, so as to give fillip to our wheels of progress. The nation is paying through the nose in such imports, in spite of the fact that we have the third largest technically trained manpower and scientists in the world. It is an economic drain on the nation which led to serious repercussions. This trend needs to be stemmed, stopped, and even put in the reverse gear. Only then can a true smile of triumph would look apt on our face.

This then is our challenge. John F. Kennedy had once said to his citizens in the U.S. “Ask not what your country can give you, but ask what you can give to your country”. Of the total children who enters the portals of the school, only 7% can make it to the college level education, and we are those of the chosen few who have made it to the engineering colleges, still a small miniscule %. Professional education in our country is a luxury item, and it would be insane to waste such a golden opportunity, that has come our way. Our countrymen have been expecting sanguine results and deliverance of goods and techniques from us. Are we doing anything to measure up to their expectations? Are we able to pull our weight, over and above of the others, as we are expected to pull the weights of the have-nots.

At some time or other during our interaction with others, we have felt that there is a generation gap, and that others do not understand us and that at times we youngsters feel forlorn and disgusted. Of course, life is not a bed of roses all the way, and all days are not sundays. A pen is mightier than a sword, as the adage goes, and herein lies our opportunity.

It has been envisaged to launch the monthly periodical NOISE wherein every one of you who may have something to say vehemently, coherently, emphatically, can jot down your views, so that our colleagues, peers, and the reading fraternity can be in the know of what you say. Who knows, your views can bring a change in lives of some one, or bring solace to the other, or bring a windfall to someone else, or trigger a thought to innovate or simply spin a thread for some one, which can become an enlighted path for the wary. Opportunities are not to be wasted, and it is better late than never.

I, on behalf of you all, on the propitious occasion of the second issue of this monthly periodical, invite, regular contributory articles on scientific, literary, case studies, experiences, peer reviews, innovate ideas, et al, so as to enrich all, so as to satisfy us of the fact that we have done something to bring about a change for the better. If we start today, we might end up somewhere, but if no start is made, we do not end up anywhere.

Adieu for now.

Reflectivity

And soon after Echoes, i wrote Reflectivity in 5th Semester, again for the mighty Notice Board.

Show the feel; many over one
It works harder; deeper and deeper
Eyes speak more than the single piece!!!

Echoes’re reflecting; heart is aching
Single slice pertaining to death; reflection
Keeping the faith

So many ways to handle, works only one
Doing the right way is err; doing the wrong way is prejudice !!!


Echoes were future, Reflectivity created it.

Echoes

This is something i wrote when I was in 4th Semester, juss to put up on the college notice board. And believe me, my first on poem did magic. I still love this poem so much. Muwwah...

The poem is poisoned
The ink doesn’t flow
The heart is aching
The hurt doesn’t show !!!

Some where lies confusion
Deep & significant
The thoughts are jammed
The words are uneasy & unsure
The self doesn’t speak anyone!!!

And in the silent cave ---
All sounds are echoes
And echoes don't sound anymore!!!

Black

This is something i wrote on 26th February, 2008. One of my oldest writing.

That day, my friend Raxit, (now in Adani Power) came to my room. That time were in 8th semester. He came to me at my room at around 20 hrs and asked me to write him a para on the movie black. phew. what ? blah blah blah. Then he brought me a CD of Black movie and we saw it. After completion of the movie i started narrating him and he started jotting down the following thing. Here it is:

History says that if you want to win you need to concentrate on your actions never through arguments. But tour de force BLACK says – win through your actions as well as arguments. As you can see from my non-materialistic up-hill definition of 5 distinguished letters:

B – blatant

L – limpid

A – alacrity

C – citadel

K – kindle

Mr. Devraj Sahay, remained the cause as well the effect he ramined a teacher and a preacher indeed. He barged in magic as well as illusions. He let his student preach the roll of thought, he taught her to coach herself the outcome. Though they failed many times, but they indeed never failed. They’re actually accelerated towards the pinnacle. They drew an exponential line towards the growth having the positive slope. A learned cerebral wise mortal committed in his structure believed in courage & overlooking danger – same were the legacies in his student.

There’re times when the guardians of that wicked & pathetic kid were the only barriers, but the magician lucidly handled the limitations by his ART:

A – appreciate & acknowledge
R – restate your own commitment
T – trace down your own committement

He didn’t played a knock out game – though it might turn – up as & never allowed any body to do that & tried to imbibe that there is always a sunrise after the sunset. This movie clearly portrays – the dark is always dark but light is not always light.

On the footnote of her teacher, preacher, she went on & on & on & on, never gave up, she debated herself, she repeated the past & there by accelerated the change at this junction I’d like to encapsulate my short presentation about the movie by uttering some words by George Bernard Show:

“You see things; & you say why
I dream things that never where;
& I say why not”?

The River Of Dreams by Billy Joel

In the middle of the night
I go walking in my sleep
From the mountains of faith
To a river so deep
I must be looking for something
Something scared I lost
But the river is wide
And it's too hard to cross

And even though I know the river is wide
I walk down every evening and I stand on the shore
And try to cross to the opposite side
So I can finally find out what I've been looking for

In the middle of the night
I go walking in my sleep
Through the valley of fear
To a river so deep
And I've been searching for something
Taken out of my soulSomething
I would never lose
Something somebody stole

I don't know why
I go walking at night
But now I'm tired and I don't want to walk anymore
I hope it doesn't take the rest of my life
Until I find what it is that I've been looking for

In the middle of the night
I go walking in my sleep
Through the jungle of doubt
To a river so deepI know
I'm searching for something
Something so undefined
That it can only be seen
By the eyes of a blind
In the middle of the night

I'm not sure about a life after this
God knows I've never been a spiritual man
Baptized by the fire,
I wade into the river
That runs to the promized land

In the middle of the night
I go walking in my sleep
Through the desert of truth
To a river so deep
We all end in the ocean
We all start in the streams
We're carried along
By the river of dreams
In the middle of the night

So thoughtfull and sweet na? I really like this song, one of my favourite.
I hope you 'al enjoyed it too.

A face in a sea of faces

Post 1:

Hello folks,
It was,

22^nd Feb, 2009
Time: 7:58 A.M.

It was two minutes to eight, and can you believe it, I made it to SNDT University, Juhu, Mumbai. Alas! I had my GD/PI there. Albeit, I had had a quick round on the previous day, juss to have a look at the location, how to reach there, and all that.

Wow, on time, a rarity in my life style, you see. I woke up as early as five in the morning. I was staying with my langotia yaar, in Borivalli E. Previous day, I checked the train, I had to board, which platform, then which number (Best number 231 from Santacruz Station to SNDT) bus I had to take to reach the gd/pi location. I was juss curious.

Seriously, that was one the nastiest thing i ever did in my life. I mean, normally, i remain wake, say netting, surfing till such wee hours, but never got up so early for anything. I took bath, dressed up in decent formals and wore my all-time-great sports shoes. I juss hate formals in my feet. I took my power bag and run-off to the station. It was six-ten.

Juss near the Ashok Van flyover, I took an auto, on meter of course. Now there was a problem. A big one. I was unshaved. I didn’t had a razor with me, nothing at all. Now I can’t even dare to think of some barber to be open at such morning hours, but at least a medical shop, so that I can buy a use and throw razor. That razor, I will use it in the wash room of the venue, where I’m going for the gd/pi; I thought so. So optimistic, you see. Pathetic.

Mélange of apprehension and timidity was my condition, as auto-wala was driving so sluggishly. And I was, with danger-in-my-eye-condition, looking on the road side to find a hop open. No success, I was almost gone. Found many dairy vendors doing there work, of no use to me. Auto taking turns after turns reaching the final road towards the borivalli station. And then, Voila ! There was a medical store open.

“Stop, Stop, Stop!!!”, I barked to the auto wala.

“What happened?”, he replied.

“Nothing, wait. I need to buy some medicines. It’s urgent.”, I lied. I donno why, but I did.

I bought a use and throw red coloured razor (which I still have) worth fifteen bucks and hoped on auto again. Reaching borivalli station was a mess. Bought a ticked Juhu was a cumbersome job. Such a big line, but then, bought a newspaper and was reading it while in that fucking queue. Got it worth seven bucks and then went over-through foot over bridge to platform number 3. I juss reached there, and sub-urban train came, I hopped in.

May be, it was first class, I didn’t noticed earlier, and so I got a place to sit. No worry on my face, no expression, totally involved in reading that shit newspaper. It was the only soothing I had at the time. May be, I was juss relaxing my self. Never knew when the destination station came, I stepped out and then was walking out of the Sanatacruz station.

Suddenly, I saw a kiosk. A barber shop. I stopped, instantaneously.

I thought, I’ve a razor, I can do the shaving in the wash room.

But, what if, the wash room does not have a mirror? Gosh.

So, without any second thought I took right turn and ventured into. He was a mallu. A South Indian. A Big Pakkau yaar. Panchat hi kar raha tha, and took almost 20 minutes for shaving. Ass hole.


It was 07:30 by now. I was clean shaven and walking towards the bus-station, outside the sub-urban station to catch bus-231. I had seen the station the previous day, so started walking in the right direction. Standing at the bus-stop, was like standing at the pit-stop. Bus never came, and it was thundering me from inside. I took an auto and asked for SNDT. He took me there till the gate. On meter, showed 15 bucks, I gave him. He returned a rupee coin. So kind of him. And I entered the University gate. I started walking to the main block of Janki Devi Bajaj Institute of Management Studies. I traded the path with and personified ease. When I took the final turn, I saw three ISB&Mites in blazers.

I thought, standing outside, why? Must be, koi aaya nahi hoga. I must be the first one.

Crossing them, I entered the foyer. Gosh. So many where there, sitting on well placed chairs. I was juss a face in a sea of faces. If I have to get into isbm, I’ve to beat them all. And I approached the registration desk with brisk steps and light smile on my face. I had conviction in my attitude.

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Right now, I’m hearing Dream On, by Aerosmith.

Want to hear it, it’s the coolest of all. Hear it, and you’ll start buzzing, “Dream On”.

Everytime that I look in the mirror,

All these lines on my face gettin’ clearer

The past is gone

It went by like dusk to dawn

Isn’t that the way

Everybody’s got their dues in life to pay

I know what nobody knows

Where it comes and where it goes

I know it’s everybody’s sin

You got to lose to know how to win

Half my life is in books’ written pages

Live and learn from fools and from sages

You know it’s true

All the things, come back to you

Sing with me, sing for the year,

Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear,

Sing with me, if it’s just for today,

May be tomorrow,

the good lord will take you away.

Dream on, dream on, dream on,

Dream until your dream come true.