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Young India- Responsible India

Tuesday, December 31, 2013

There is a vast expanse of corruption in socio-politico-economic system of the subcontinent ever since independence. There’s hardly any niche left devoid of corruption.We have been so gravelled of this moral depravity, from the day we gained our senses, that not a single wise being is concerned about politics now.And thinking logically, there’s nothing wrong in that. Apparently, why would people vote when they know none cares?

In the initial phase of a kid’s life, parents start conceiving of their child as an engineer; a doctor, and so forth. Later, our grown up mind articulates the very same verses. But, who’ll run the nation then… the dictatorsor the antitype?Parents forget the necessity they neglected, in their time, and are making their kids repeat the same. They didn’t care about political refinement and that is the reason why the nation is yet not over it. If they’d have thought about the nation and politics then, the country would haveflourished by now. It’s an absolute case of lack of motivation.

“The world is a dangerous place not because of people who do evil, but because of good people who do nothing about it.” –Albert Einstein

Ok, now let’s consider another facet; maybe none of them is good.But some mightatleast be better thanothers. For the time being, pull in all you can. And then… then rise up as another candidate. Choose the less poisonous of the snakes. Don’t just say, “I DON’T CARE”. Lacking involvementis the onlyreason the nation is dropping dead. Get civically engaged to solve the problem of voter turnout among youth.

“He did not care for the lying at first. He hated it. Then later he had come to like it. It was part of being an insider but it was a very corrupting business.” –Ernest Hemingway

It’s not that youth are not affected by what politicians do. Voting makes a difference, and especiallyto the students. They use petrol, pay taxes and need employment.Isn’t it? And the most tragic part is that they are very well aware of their sufferings, but still, NO REACTION. They have obliterated the habit of acting unitedly, exterminating threats to the foundations of ourdemocratic society.

Though not voting isn’t the best option, but remember, I didn’t ask to force them to vote. What good a vote be if done randomly. Step between the gap of force and motivation. Inspire them! For any sort of manipulation would be the waste of a valuable vote as it all comes from their habits and opinions, andimpressions of a clueless mind would lead to  nothing but ‘lay waste’.For that, one needs to know the reason behind it.

For years, India has beendominated by all 80, grey haired,feeding over the joints of constitutionalism. No youth joins elections, so no youth voters interested. Caste is a big political factor. Youth of 2013 doesn’t care about being a Hindu, Muslim or a Sikh… but still the government is ruling on the very same base.

Secondly, youth hates AARAKSHAN. Giving someone benefits not based on their talent is purely a token of unfairness and iniquity. Furthermore, they are not interested in theinterrelationships between spirituality… corruption… and democracy… This has made youth to hate government and politics so they are happy away from it. But the irony is that they should come forward. I once read a comment saying, “India was better at the hands of Britishers, than the xyz party”. So, if that’s the case, then make your own. All that a party does to us is our pay for 5yrs of trust anda ‘worthlessvote’.

Perhaps the fault lies in our expectations. Youth is but a stage in life that people pass through. They are more impressionable and thus more open to new ideas. That is why they are more radical and pro-change. They own a legacy of revolutionary ideologies, though, dinned by bogus politicians. All they need is to focus at a goal, far beyond the haze of theabstractsociety.

“Be the change you want to see in the world.” –M. K. Gandhi

The countryearnestly requires a protagonist. Deep down, people are desperately looking for inspiring politicians that take their aspirations seriously. Young India is watching intently.

A suggestion of how Social Media and Networking can help overcome the voter turnout amongst youth. I choose WECHAT. There are numerous reasons why Wechat has been my preference for this revolutionarymovement:
-          It is reliable, private and always ON;
-          Readily available on android and all other smartphones, all for free;
-          Always ON, no logouts, never miss a message;
-          Get message alerts instantly with push notifications;
-          Instant messaging with group chats;
-          Crystal clear voice and video calls;
-          Real walkie-talkie mode;
-          Send photos and videos; and
-          Share, like and comment on photos.

Initiate the ‘YOUTHBelievers’Movement
YOUTH’ is nothing but “Younkers’ Outburst to Uproot the Tentacle Heads” and “Believers” means “those who dare to anticipate the need to revolutionize, for a better tomorrow.”

5 gifts for my Angel

Friday, December 27, 2013

Children are such a heavenly blessing, even the Gods can’t withstand. It can make a person go from a tragic to the gladdest. And when it comes to your own child, nothing in the entire world pleasures more than seeing them joyous and happy. Such is the delicacy and purity of a parent-child relationship that even a single scratch on his body, bruises your soul throughout. Then what about their entire life worries? How’d you protect them from the numerous bittersweet incidents of his life? Tougher one, huh!

What do you think matters most to your children? The school-taught lessons and practices, or is it the smile and hug you greet him with after school? I go on for the second one.

 It’s the small things that the parents do, that mean the most to the kids.

Following are some of the acquisitions, I’d like to gift to my children:
(I don’t have a young one yet, so the following hypothesis is as per a spectator’s perception and being a kid myself)

1. Give his Potentialities, a chance

What’s your response when your nestling strikes xyz and falls down the ground? Do you rush to pull him up? Or leave him down, lying there? Of course, it’s a silly question. Of course, you’ll break away to lift him up.

However, all fair it may seem to, it isn’t the best always. Stand back and let him handle challenging tasks on his own. Your tot will take risks and learn new things and grow up better equipped to face obstacles rather than retreat at the first sign of adversity.

Also, let your child know that things may not always work out at first, but he got to have faith in his capabilities until he finally succeeds. Instruct him that making mistakes is fine; it's also one of the best ways to learn.

It may seem quite ironic, but don’t always compliment and pat on his back. At times, letting him stay rooted to ground is the better option. Words like “You did a great job”, “You’re the best”, “You are a charming prince” tend to have a negative influence on him. Flattery undermines ambition because when we tell kids they are naturally good at things, we are telling them they don’t need to work hard to be good at it. Leave room for constructive criticism as well. After all, it’s the parents, who got to counterpoise their life on the right track.

2. Share your values.

What do you emphasize to your children? Scholarships? Degrees? Sports? Awards?
Which is more important? Accumulating big bucks of wealth or is it morals like forgiveness and compassion?

“Not all of my immature wishes were consummated. Not all the playthings I sobbed for, were bought. I didn’t get a good smartphone for years. I was the one liable for every mistake I committed. And maybe, that’s the reason, I’m HERE today.” – Arish Dhawan

The best thing I learnt from my dad is not to fulfil each and every desire of kids if you want them to respect the actual worth of things. Inculcate in your kid a sense of kindness, tolerance, responsibility, honesty, and persistence and what value they hold in the expansion of a true human being. Teach him what real wealth is. But, the key is not just to talk about them but to live them. When you're watching TV together, point out how a character embodies a positive trait.

Be a role model. Your child learns to cope with challenges and disappointments by watching how you do it. Speak to him in the same respectful manner you'd talk to a friend or a co-worker. If you do that, he'll be far more likely to listen, and feel comfortable coming to you for help or guidance.

3. Nurture your Relationship

Have you ever thought, “I want to give my children every opportunity I did not get.”? However this thought may seem good, but what if they just wished for more time to play? Children are incredibly wise and tend to see the world more simply than we do. So, before loading anything, look for what they enjoy most and what makes their hearts the happiest.

Try to see things from your child's perspective. If they lose something, show them that you get how it feels rather than just saying, "Calm down. It's got to be here somewhere". Don’t be annoyed that they are overreacting. You may say something like, “Let find it together. Ask Ironman if he saw it”, or something even sillier.

Every night, go to his bedroom, tuck him under a blanket and sing him a kiddie lullaby. Also tell him stories about your life when you were of his age. At dinner, talk about what you could do together on the weekend and at times, watch your favourite TV show together.

All they need is you’re a fraction of your affection and moments of your daily routine, more than any other material gift in the world.

4. Ethics above all

“Teaching them to count is fine But teaching them what counts is best”

Encourage your kid to always do the right thing and raise him for greatness, not success. As parents, you are the ones responsible to teach them Morality. But just teaching does not guarantee child will always make the right choice. He may still make many of his own decisions, obviously wrong ones at times. But when we teach children to go for the right always, with patience, grace, and love, they at least would have been taught the principle to make personal, wise decisions and that gives them a head start in recognizing when something is obviously the wrong choice, rather than what makes them feel good or right in their eyes.

You need to be a role model too. If you want your kid to be honest, don't let him catch you making up an excuse to your co-worker for not going to the office with an excuse of some emergency, when you were there lying at your bed, having snacks with coffee and watching football. What values would he learn if he sees you being dishonest for crappy little issues.

5. Give them Unconditional Love

Perhaps, no other gift or quality is more divine than this one. Children must be evinced that they are truly loved and accepted by their parents. They n

eed to hear, see, know, and feel that no matter what they do, they’ll always be loved without conditions.

Give them the kind that lasts from their birth, until your death. Give them hugs and kisses, sit and have private conversations. The children who feel cherished by their parents tend to be more secure and self-confident than those who don't. Kids have a universal need to feel loved. A habit of saying "I love you" every day when your child leaves for school and goes to bed is fair enough start. Wrap yourself and your child in a blanket on a cool evening as you read together. Tickle them awake in the morning, and cuddle on the couch in the evening. Make it a routine to make them feel loved and blessed by “The best parents of the world”.

This post is dedicated to my Love, my Niece, SAHIRA. Love you lots, Mitthe <3 <3

The Miraculous www

Wednesday, December 25, 2013

Every blogaholic, in his lifespan,faces such days where he starts worrying about how to pull in more and more readers and techniques to uphold their interest to keep visiting time and time again. Some of them conformextremely well and set milestones, while others just get swallowed up, leaving behindthe perks of blogging. It is as simple as ABC if you get it, else Rocket Science seems much gentler. So if you are one of those planning for a domain spaceor refurbishing an existing one, think again!

With over 150,000 websites being created every twenty-four hours, the increasing competition online couldtakethe heck out of you.That means, you have to give your website that additional venture in order to win the sale, keeping in mind that your product, service and/or company will be compared to other competitors. Consequently, you need to show why you are different, and whypeople should choose your service over others’.

Before getting any further, I have something to share from my diary of encounters and experiences:

I have been inditing poems ever since I was in class 8, but still I was unsure if I was a poet, ‘cause I never had beenofficially recognised as one of them. None other than a bunch of friends were aware of who I actually was. Then one promisingday, I decided to join Blogger, and that I feel, has become one of the dearest decisions of mine. It wasn’t merely a banausic domain for me, but a platform to disseminatesomething beyond the horizons of what I actually appear to be.It was an amazing package with a free domain space, beauteous, simple and speedy templates; decent enough for a newbie, like me, to start up with.

But therearose a yet another problem- “I relished writing over those blank pixels,but only when I had a deluge of thoughts overflowing my mind, so could I compile. I added up into a poet but it used to take months to complete a single verse.”

Uski Kahani, Usi ki Zubani

Saturday, December 7, 2013

A girl has a story to reveal. The following poem is what she has to say about her life and how things changed from NOWhere to NOwhere. Do read out her diary with due respect.

So unpredictable could life be
The once most euphoric art
Chances a life, difficult to breathe
And essentials just shatter apart

That peeress has turned a writer now
Sober-sided, mature, a storm’s fury
Oftentimes, equated as unrefined though
But here I unclothe my diary, my real story

Talking to a friend, as I stepped ahead
Down fell the books and I stuck thoughtless
When of a sudden, a swift guy smashed
And ploughed ahead as if a senseless

Returned with an apology, he left a glance
But his nefarious look mirrored his intensions
He had his go just to put a chance
And there I sparked disputing his pretensions
Such was my first day at college in France

Who thought it was a mere beginning
Wherever I went, he’d shadow
The corridor, library and even in the canteen
I saw him standing outside my hostel window

Even in dreams did he fright me now
A wretched face that never let sleep
Time and time again, it boiled up the brim
When one day I did stop him
Why is it that it’s always you?

Silent, he spoke nothing
While I kept bashing crude and vulgar
Life is for tamed, you aren’t worth it
Followed with a slap there spread the silence
But he stood hopeless, still shameless

My friend came across the other day
Told, he was once famed, bright as success
But a bump in life unhinged his way
A err he made falling for a trespasser
He tried but failed, and failed again

I felt something surging up my heart
But before I could forfeit and decide
A bang and an accident near the roadside mart
And we sped to see, a bit 'fraid inside
Floored; it was none other than the hapless guy

Still pumping, with his body torn apart I  was surprised to see a parcel
With my name on it; his heart
And he held me embraced in his hands
And I was the one stood numb to cry
For it wouldn’t have happened if I’d try
Confused of what just happened? And why?

Years passed and now I write
Still holding pain, somewhere deep inside
Knocking myself and I still regret
Just a hope that one day he’d forgive
For the futurity I couldn’t interpret

I write and write just with a wish
That someday I could forget and get over it

And achieve what, in years, I had to miss
And die of my own, in Solitude’s bliss…

This post is a part of Write Over the
Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by Blogadda
It’s the first time I’ve participated for WOW, so not sure whether a poetry is eligible for it, but I did all I could, rest is upto them.


Saturday, November 30, 2013

Aaj to kuchh zada hi crazzyy ho gya ;-)

The Battle We Didn't Choose

Saturday, November 9, 2013

Love is not just in happiness, its in suffering and death too (:         I got shivering all over my body as soon as I saw this and I couldnt stop myself from sharing this with you all... Do let me know if you are strong enough to bear this without any emotional travial... It feels so great to see 2 lovers together; but is hardest to abide with separations when the other has to die tomorrow...or in worst case, in our own arms...

Its hard even to empathize the pain they might have gone through. So, here's a tribute to their love life... Check this link:  Photographs

Shubh Deepawali

Sunday, November 3, 2013

Happy Diwali to one and to all...Take Care.nd Stay Blessed...

What’s more compelling??

Thursday, October 3, 2013

What’s more compelling
I ponder
Standing at my window
As a cool breeze
Be-freezes me

19yrs from now
An angelic possession
And yes, a sweetheart
Aroma tallies her name

A hexad and ten months
For the life of a story
Agelong and unilateral
But kudos
For the things she taught

The natal day
A festivity for her beau
Blissed it feels
For her accretion
Though the farthest

But the day is
More of bittersweet
Or a nightshade
For it echoes
The dark lurking my life

Exam Drama at Hostel

Sunday, September 29, 2013

Exam days are the best. You can sleep as much as you want, without any tension of lectures and attendances. Also, there's none standing over your head, yelling you out of your fictional dreams. [Neglecting the upcoming morning; the devastating of all]

Recalled something similar you used to do? Don't hesitate to share your thoughts and experiences ;)
Good Day!


Saturday, September 14, 2013

LIFESTYLE-2030” is far beyond one can foresee while living in 2013. It seems reasonably similar to the divergence in 2000 and the present, but a lot more magnified! So much have we attained since then. Laptops replaced desktops; internet use burst forth across the world; online shopping became a feasible business; social websites (Facebook, LinkedIn, Myspace) came into being; thousands of new businesses were established based on the Internet; digital advertising became conventional; touch phones replaced the traditional keypads and the landlines and what not.

Some of the specifications of the environment of 2030 would be something like this:

·         -People continue to move to cities and form many more megacities in Asia and around the globe
·         -10 – 15% of the population will live in poverty
·       -Environmental factors start to take a more dramatic toll, starting with fresh water crisis, food shortages and fossil fuel shortages impacting most middle class families, but causing serious concerns for the bottom 20% of the socio-economic pyramid
·     -Technology continues to evolve, but is more focused than ever on fixing social issues, improving health, energy, food and water shortages.

Now, how many of you like shopping? All, I guess! It’s hard to find a 21st century person to dislike shopping. Have you ever fantasized how the shopping traditions would change by the time we’d find ourselves changing the 2030 virtual calendars? There are a lot many processions that will take place by then. Each has a hatful of implications for the way we live and how our cultures evolve. Let me give you a glimpse of what I projected.

The most important one is that the countenance of the megastores and shopping malls will have changed beyond recognition. Many will have closed but those that flourish will become centres of entertainment and brand experience with their show spaces will dominate. They’d be made up of best quality solar-receivers so they could generate their own energy as the current sources of energy would be at its verge. Also, thay'd have plantations to compensate the non-availability of free lands.. Around the world today, while many megastores and large shopping malls are still being built, many more are falling empty and dying. But here’s the wipe. They will still visit stores. The inherent need to touch and feel will never leave us. Shopping out and about has a strong social element for so many people.
Trust and transparency will be key in this socially connected world. Those brands and retailers that haven’t understood this by 2030, will have withered away, as will those brands and retailers with poor products and customer service. There will be nowhere to hide; and therefore, better service ;)

The second factor worth remarking is that while the mobile device will continue to transform our lives in new ways, issues surrounding easy-to-use navigation, privacy and physical and digital security need a lot of work over the next few years. By 2030, most consumers won’t even recognize mobile devices compared to the smart phone in your hand today. Mobile devices embedded in eyewear may display in-context information you want during the day. Display and visual information capture will be enabled through things like glasses, or eventually contacts, embedded with head’s up display technology, video, tag etc.

As you move through your day, it will be easier to tag items you like and buy them immediately or add them to your shopping list. For example, an overcoat on a passerby catches your eye. You say “tag item” as you look at the item and immediately receive confirmation that the item has been identified. Buy it now or add it to a list for later. Being able to tag items you like will also allow you to find physical stores that carry similar treasures. It shows you the price, reviews of buyers, rating, likes, dislikes, specifications, the place of purchase and the nearest store that sells it.

The use of sound to whisper custom messages, ads and offers, will be perfected and used more broadly. Expect to see other technologies that touch your senses including scents, projections and the like get even bigger. Store windows will also be 24/7 windows into shopping for featured merchandise. Store formats will evolve: new formats, pop-up retailing to accelerate. In-store kiosks, digital media and holograms to interact with shoppers. As you move across a your favourite brand showroom, a 3D projectioned lady appears and starts introducing you to the newer  products and offers other than the ones visible at your overhead information displays.

Language barriers would fade away. Being a global citizen takes on new meaning with real-time and in-ear translations, this removes any language barrier and making shopping ubiquitous. Whether you are taking an evening stroll in your own city or traveling in Switzerland, Paris, NY or Shanghai, transactions will be easy no matter what language you read, write or speak.

Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn

Tuesday, September 3, 2013

BACKGROUND: Just anticipate a world where Writers were the only human species existing. And other creatures used to bequest them as per the calibre of entertainment in their cognitive content. Writers were addressed nothing less to Gods. Respecting and praising them. Writings were the major necessities for the endurance and in turn, the survival of all other mortal beings prevalent, no matter how big or small.

In this chronicle, I’m designating myself as Peter. So don’t question ‘Where am I in the story’ (which was a must, as per the prompt).

Knock! Knock!
Peter hits the door of a modernistically bejewelled mansion. Soon, a lovely young lady opens the door.
"Happy b'day Meera" greeted Peter.
"Oh! Thanks Pete. Come on, get in."
He started gazing at the vast dome shaped ceiling. He was mazed. The manor hall appeared somewhat bigger compared to the exteriors. But he ignored it for his muddiness, trying to be a part of those hundreds jollifying there.
“I’ll be back in a moment. Until then, enjoy the party.” said Meera and took her leave.

He looked all around, in search of a comrade face to spend the evening with. All had a dance partner to accompany them while Peter stood all alone in a corner. Unfortunately, he could find none but a beer counter to loosen him up.

Reaching the counter, he uttered, “Beer is the true companion of a mateless.”
“One regular please” he said to the bartender.
“Alone?” enquired a voice seated adjacent to his barstool.
“No actually, Meera…”
“Anyway, would you like to escort this old lady to the dance floor?”

The lady looked more like a demonic witch from an outdated Hollywood movie, but with no hesitation, he nodded his head “Of course, beautiful!”

Peter clutches her hand and pulls her along to the dance floor.

“So, you’re Meera’s friend.” exclaimed the lady as she placed her hand on his shoulder.
“Yea. We’ve been knowing each other through the blogging world.”
“Hey waiter! Come here!”

She calls in the dining-room attendant serving a strange dish nearby. It was a combination of gelatinous, and the other somewhat resembling a creamy matter, which, at no cost, could be available in the area.

“Sorry, but I love them. You should really try these.” she said, filling both her hands with the ravishing new serve.
“What are these?” he asked, stepping his foot over the solely blue tile amongst infinite reds, on the dance floor.
“Don’t know! But I call them a ‘Cheesycued spareribs’.” She replies, ramming a piece into Peter’s mouth.

He seizes with teeth, the corner, to flavour it. Suddenly, a whirling aura generates around him and soon it verges into a vanishing point. A dazzle of light brighter than the sun’s rays gleams, and he was hapless in opening his eyes. As the intensity lowered with time, he slowly opens his eyes, winkling repeatedly. He found himself in the devastations and ruins of fortresses that seemed to be haunting there for over centuries. Getting out of the ruins, the surround was the first thing that spooked his sight. A major portion of the sky being coal-black and the remaining was ‘actually’ on fire! Everything was in flames, even the sky, the clouds, and the stars.

Of a sudden, Peter hears a sound calling his name and he learns he wasn’t solitary in this inexplicable repulsion of his life. Turning his neck around, he could see Meera, Bushra and Jack hastening towards him.

“How are you three? How did we land in here?” he asked.
“Even we have the same question. As soon as we opened our eyes, we found ourselves lingering here.” replied Jack.

They drove together all over in search of a clue that would get them back home, grovelling against the bucket along flaming winds. All of a sudden, two speedy somethings just passed past their face.

“HAHAHAHAHA! Why so serious, kiddos?” said a fierce faced old lady hovering in the air on a broom stick. She was none other than the lady whom Peter met at Meera’s party, dancing with her, all evening. Another was a vehement gremlin, on another broom, growling at them. He was a 1 ½ ft. dwarf, wearing a shabby outfit and his ‘vampiric teeth’ multiplying the devilish traits of his existence.

“What are you?” asked Peter in a stammering voice.

He slowly starts proceeding towards them. With every inch he moved, their heartbeats pumped up a decade. And why not, witches, gremlins, flying broomsticks, atmosphere composing more of fire rather than air itself, was something unusual, or should I say, totally unbelievable and heart wrenching, not only for them, but would be for any of us as well.

“What do you want? Where are we? Stay away!” says Jack crawling backwards.

The devil’s eyes catch Bushra’s, and empathises her grieve-embedded face. But ignoring it, he says, “I’m Kostchtchie and I’m gonna ingest you, you furious idiot.” taking out a dagger off its sheath attached to his waist, pointing towards Jack. Though the blade was not a larger one, but it had the luminance and sharpness of a Japanese Katana, that could dissever a body into halves within a fraction of a second.


Sunday, August 25, 2013

Before getting any further, I'd like to thank the wonderful Peotess +Neetu Choudhary and congratulate PreciousGlories for receiving its first guest post. She has been an avid writer at Awesome Writers for months and each of her pennings have been purely heartfelt, and as a result, each of them bears upon the readers' mind and soul.

She shares one of hers most earnest wish...... Love

And here she goes,

A Marvel of Mechanchis

Wednesday, August 21, 2013

            For the first time, an in-campus Industrial Training was being held in the history of our Varsity. There were blended flavours in the ambiance; those who actually wanted a conditioning were cheerful while those who used to get a prefabricated training certificate by their father’s grace were badly disheartened and were lashing out. But there was nothing we could do. Administration’s decision was final.

In the initial phase of training, we were being taught Pro/E and I was very fortunate to have already done the certified course and as a result, I was able to build a good impression over Deepak Sir (Founder of Technology Uncorked) that helped my team in earning a good sum of kudos. Sorry, I escaped informing you that I was chosen as the team leader of one of the 15 teams (4 members each) who had to design and manufacture a mini car that would actually work.

So, after 3 weeks of practicing the design software, it was finally time to start working for the car. We as Mechanchis (mechanical students) had to design the main structure of the car. Everyone in the lab was delirious about it, unaware of what’s gonna happen in the near future.

Next day, we all arrived at the Machine Lab where the accessories were dispensed. The accessories included a 1 sq. ft. metal sheet, 5 gears, 2 motors, 4 wheels, shafts, collars, a spanner, plier and varying types and sizes of nuts, bolts and washers. After distributing it all, the incharge said, “Commence with your innovation Boys.”

We quickly snaffled our stuff seated in an orbitual scaffold around it. Suddenly, we realise, “How could we?” I mean, it was the first time we had such a rattling project in our hands and hence, were clueless of from-where-to start-it.

An hour passed, and everyone still grabbing something or the other in his hands, dumbed down to lacking intellectual acuity. I and Puneet have done diploma in Mechanical so we had some knowledge of a differential (differential is a gear mechanism used to vary the speed of both the rear wheels that helps in easy turning without skidding), but this was totally dissimilar to a real one. We just had a set of gears to convert it to differential. So we went to the Automobile Lab to recall the real differential. The actual differential has 4 planet gears but we were provided with only 3. We just started hashing out our approximates and by the end of the day, we had our differential in our hands. The sense of achieving a step towards accomplishment, I cannot convey the blitheness of that very moment.

Our Differential

The succeeding day, was a much fresher one. A chill of drizzle showers made it more of an enjoyment-day. People were quite contented with their previous day performance which made them more cavalier. One of my team-mates went to the Administration Block to help his friend with his official work, another: busy having talks with his girlfriend. I, along with the remaining fellow, started discussing about the main design of the chassis (Chassis is the base plate of the car on which the entire parts of the car are attached). He was more of an amusing kind of guy. So, as expected, he started giving comical suggestions. Rather than taking heed to his silly talks, I preferred spectating others’ seeds and assisting my roommate’s team in their toughie.

Long Live you Morons

Sunday, August 4, 2013

Friends are screw drivers in the mechanism of life. So this is a dedication to all those screw drivers who drastically influenced my life. This is for all those besties who left, who returned, and those who were…. like….there forever...

Ankush Singla (Noni), Gurbhakhash Rai, Gaurav Gupta, Harpreet Singh (Preeto), Roshan Yadav (B…), Namisha Bansal (Moto), Kamal Saini, Anil Baweja (Neelu), Reema (Kalo), Rinkz (Bachi), Manpreet Walia, Arjun Maurya, Ajay Kumar (Khatri), Manhar Preet, Lovprit Singh (Lovely), Jasmin (Jassi), Surbhi (Rasgulla). This post is truly for you all…

When the season of the autumn does climb
Thy solitude gathers the fallen plight
Struck midway, steps spring up a sudden rhyme
Out of the expense of carer’s vanished sight

When you’re engaged in love; omitting me
I won’t abide to intervene and burthen
But when that blessing turns out a decree
I’ll be there and arouse back your loved one

Ecstasy of being Invincible

Wednesday, July 31, 2013

Cancer is a class of diseases characterized by out-of-control cell growth. There are over 100 different types of cancer, and each is classified by the type of cell that is initially affected. Cancer is ultimately the result of cells that uncontrollably grow and do not die. Normal cells in the body follow an orderly path of growth, division, and death. Unlike regular cells, cancer cells do not experience programmatic death and instead continue to grow and divide. This leads to a mass of abnormal cells that grows out of control.

Among various diseases, cancer has become a big threat to human beings globally. As per Indian population census data, the rate of mortality due to cancer in India is high and alarming with about 806000 existing cases by the end of the last century. Cancer is the second most common disease in India responsible for maximum mortality with about 0.3 million deaths per year. In 2007, cancer claimed the lives of about 7.6 million people in the world.

Coming down to the regional level, the "BREAD BASKET" of India is in the throes of cancer. At 90 cancer patients for every 1 lakh population in Punjab, it's more than the national average of 80 per lakh. The Malwa region (comprising Bathinda, Mansa, Muktsar, Patiala and Sangrur) of the state - known as the cancer belt - has the highest average of 136 cancer patients per 1 lakh people. On an average, 18 people die of cancer each day. There are 23,874 cancer patients in the state and 33,318 lives have been lost in cancer-related deaths during last five years. Even I too have lost a few of my near ones to it. [You may have a look here]

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Most cancer victims in the worst-hit Bathinda district travel 10 hours to a charity hospital in Bikaner by train. It's known as "The Cancer Express". "No one even says the word 'cancer' anymore; the moment people say they are 'going to Bikaner', it's understood why."

Scientists and biologists from all over the world are enormously working on how to entirely cure and eradicate this dreadful disease. Shree Bose, a 17yr oldie, is one such person. At the age of 15, she lost her grandfather to cancer. This incident prompted her to think how a group of tiny cells could make a person so frail and helpless that one surrenders his life, fighting against it. She wanted to do something for it, and this was when she started writing to all local labs and Professors. She was just attempting a way to get involved. To her fate, none entrusted a high schooler on such a vast issue and consequently, there were dozens of rejections. But she never called it a day. At last, she met Dr. Alakananda Basu, who made her to involve in cancer research, at mere 15.

It’s all the matter of developing a legitimate passion and making an initiative towards it. Just step beyond the bounce of what you have learnt in classes, that bookish cramming. For her unaltered crusades, she was chosen as Glamour Magazine’s ‘AMAZING YOUNG WOMAN OF THE YEAR’. She felt their pain empathetically, as something she wanted to help for; her interest became her passion and she was ready to sacrifice anything for it.

It starts with thinking about the entire arena you’re interested in and that you are passionate about and something you can really enjoy doing. Find a field that you’d really work for and just believe that whatever work you’re doing will pay off, because it will. Have faith in yourself.

Before getting any further, let me inform you I’m a mechanical engineer(ing student). Now, what if I complete my graduation with 80% aggregate by cramming up things, but do nothing out of it? What’s the fun of spending lakhs of bucks, if my knowledge couldn’t come at the service of others, or, couldn’t do anything for those in need of it? Smiling for someone is sweet, but making someone smile is the best feeling!

Want to know what your purpose in life is? Simple. Hold your hands in front of you. Now look at them. There is your purpose and means to do it.
Purpose is your ability to take the creative energies you have and communicating them with the world. You and I might pick different mediums, but the act of purpose is exactly the same. Don’t worry if you haven’t found the right medium. Once you feel that great purpose for your life and it comes from within, that is your greatest asset. With that belief you are the leader of your own life because it's faith in something and enthusiasm for something that makes a life worth living.

Do inspire the rest as well. Ask them to follow their fascinations rather than ‘Dumbing oneself down’ by the failures, and gags of others. Go and find out the idea of attaining something fascinating, going off and discovering yourself when you didn’t know what your potentialities actually are. Sky is not the limit, it is merely a beginning. And once you attain those heights, those moments would be just indescribable, moments that’d just take your breath away. Imagine yourself standing in front of hundreds of thousands of populaces who appreciate your endeavours and you are now being admired for it. Don’t forget, happiness isn’t by having endless wealth and a luxurious life, it’s by doing what you like and trading your lifetime for the wellness and solace of others. I've always thought anyone can make money. Making a life worth living, that's the real test.

The point is that Dare to Dream, break out of your chamber and change the way how you think. That can make all the difference to the world. Pick something you’re excited about, an innovative solution to a problem that affects you. Those can offer to be the best projects, be it the inclusion of medical research like Shree Bose, or an engineering innovation, an unpublished draft left hidden in your drawers or something none has even thought about, yet. Do whatever you wish to, but don’t stagnate your life, merely dreaming, and the most of all, stop making excuses for the efforts not made or you’ll always be obstructed at the same place, unable to get any forward. Come up with solutions to bring your dreams to life.

Sometimes the slightest things change the directions of our lives, the merest breath of a circumstance, a random moment that connects like a meteorite striking the earth. Lives have swivelled and changed direction on the strength of a chance remark. So don’t let go off a chance that sustains the potentialities of dynamically changing your lives. It's funny, no matter how hard you try, you can't close your heart forever. And the minute you open it up, you never know what's going to come in. But when it does, you just have to go for it! Because if you don't, there's no point in being here.

And you’ll say, “One day, I’m not even sure what happened, but EVERYTHING JUST CHANGED.”

Written for the contest: Franklin Templeton Investments partnered the TEDxGateway Mumbai in December 2012 for SHREE BOSE’s VIDEO