Parallel World. Parallel Entity.

Introspection. Yes, with a combination of the prefix 'intro-', this term answers everything that you have been searching out everyone and everywhere. Every human on this land has to undergo a situation where he needs personal training, yes training of his mind (call it 'introspection' as I refer it to be) where 2+2 answers 4. He needs a 'motion', that has been detached with the dominatrix 'e'. Without plucking any further strings I oust my discovery, the discovery which made me gain mettle.
I didn't get to know the meaning of this world until I reached a state of self-mused mind. I could have excused those thoughts, that were pushing my conscience out and henceforth giving space to materialism, in their budding stage but I lost the zeal required for the same. I was stuck in a stupid labyrinth with no possible way out. I had to tackle the darkness. I could not sum up my courage but the time wanted me to do this. I sat completely numb with my hands protruding outwards in the need of a helping hand. I got no one. This helplessness triggered a sense of finding the vaulted grudge in me. And profusely, this INTROSPECTION originated.
I led this 'creature' to discover all the shortcomings and the benefits that were in me. I found a parallel 'me'. A person who could do everything that I've always been desiring to. He could make things the way they were destined to be. He could enlighten foes with uniqueness, uniqueness to forget envy. He could be as humble as no one could ever be. He could be soothed, serene and chastised. He could reep his solitude. He could never injure emotions. He could accredit his sanity. And this list was a never ending deed for me. I wondered how could he be this perfect. I jotted some hypothesis in my mind for this 'me'. I wanted him to answer all of my inquisitions but as they say 'while in Rome, do the Romans', I sealed my lips for the time being. That person or rather 'me' was a dominating bot. He could even act to be the Einstein of my questions and this stopped me to ask him my rocket science. Though I could not ask anything, I still had those questions engraved in my bosom. Yes, I have them even right now. Well, everything was a subtle abstract of that shit, I mean 'introspection'. He then turned towards me as if to slay me with his needle-headed pristine virtue. I panicked in my real senses and shouted as louder as I could. No sooner did I shout than he suddenly appeared before me. He looked pure. He looked pious. He was aping an Angel (I shrewdly figured this one out). I smirked at him. He nodded in reply to my gesture. Then he suddenly juxtaposed himself with me. I awed at what just happened and soon I found myself at some strange periphery. I could see people abuzz over my head talking my dizziness. I held my head high, gazed at the mob and hampered their awkwardness with my fury. They distributed themselves and left me cuddling my own fury. I stood up, shook off my clothes and started my journey to my college. I was constantly pondering over this whole incident be a dream or a real intrusion of my fate unexpectedly. There was no labyrinth, no 'He', no darkness, nothing. But yes, the only thing which was indeed fruitful was this realization of my desires and the strength to deal with them. I had, then, found me, the real 'me'.

The Simple Nostalgia

It's half a score and people around me look the same. I was in a state of muffled musings and then, the flashbacks. Hardly one remembers all of them but to me it's an exception. The time rolls back to early 2000 when I was a child with high ambitions and aspirations. I used to ponder upon tiny trifles that what the reason could be. My inquisitiveness was my weapon which I used freely over whom I felt worth doing so. The targets were silver haired teachers and grandparents. I was the child who didn't believe in lullabies but fictions. Parents never found me the way they sought me to be. Science was the only thing that used to take somersaults in my mind. I was less a childish being, still used to fantasize. The only world known to me was the world of reasons, where everything happens for a reason, where nothing is baseless. Materialistic instances were found nowhere. And I enjoyed my world a lot. I didn't have as many friends as I have today, since no one could think beyond what I thought and this could perhaps be the reason. Say a boast, there were many craving to befriend me, but I gave a damn. I was not in nine clouds, still not on the crust. Abatement was not the issue but solitude was. Ego was no brained home but company was. Time had yet to teach me so-called lessons of life and I was impatiently waiting. This reminds me Sarojini Naidu's 'The Poet to Death' (please give it a read if possible). I had my dreams knotted and time slipped by. Today I'm satiated with what I was and feel free to share all I used to be. To many of my beloved friends, I'm an open book while few hardly know me. I regret the bond I could not establish between that segment of people but at the same time feel delighted to have been united with the fortunate segment. Many came and many went by, but few made it possible to cast a spell on my trait. Spell, that was not less than a magnanimous fluid which burnt me to yellow. Thanksgiving, is a courtesy to those but it's a bit of the gigantic one inside my bosom. I'm still the same person with the scientific code: Homo Sapiens. I urge to be better than I was yesterday. I urge to remain connected to my roots, while grasping horizon of achievements. I need assistance and seek advices. I'm still the same with negligible changes. Maturity played a better role on its part. Instinct is at work. Hoping to become the very man of my own I bid thanks to who all have read this and gone nostalgic about someone resembling me or me myself. :-!

Footprints will be embarked...Surely!

Is this morning? Really, it is and I'm up to my senses and a new city and a new environment is waiting for me. The course which I'm pursuing is Bachelor of Journalism and Mass Communication or simply call it, BJ(MC). People are still pondering what I'm talking about, so without scratching the strings of my keenness in the girth, I tell about the thing. BJ(MC), the uprising course in the field of journalism plus mass communication. Now you are there.
    Trains were shrieking and I boarded the train. New Delhi, the capital of India, was my destination. BJ(MC) was the course I chose for myself after introspecting my hobbies and interest (importantly). Earlier, like everyone else, I was too an IIT freak. School level was really a blooming session for me to grow my interest in the field of technology. But at the end one of my special friends recommended me to go for mass communication and this stirred my thoughts. Summed up to pursuing mass communication, I dropped the idea of appearing for JEE and fled for my goal. The journey from Kanpur to New Delhi had never been so momentous for me as I drive my mind according to the interest of my golden days, I mean school days as they are the only golden days in life. GGSIP University and my dream, paralleled to meet at horizon of my sight, soon arrived.
    Bristled hair and undone attires, an 8-hr long journey and no assumption of what could be there waiting behind the walls. Walls, unpainted and downtrodden, catching up to me in an uncertain way to make my ambitions strenghtened. Ambitions, which were cooked by a tender bosom in the brink of all the celestial sayings around me. Ambitions to soar high in the sky with hardly any limit. And there I go, a really dramatic situation as of a Hindi movie where the protagonist keeps himself aloof of the mainstream was ahead. New city, new people, new language (or rather a new dialect, you keep figuring out the difference) was the 'so-called' agenda of life. Decision to move out of my well and dive into the ocean was at discretion.
    Okay, after the entanglement of words aforementioned, you are still going through, man! Let me not pluck the interest and state what I had been preparing around. Final year in the school and then what people actually call life was at a stop to hire me in its course. I could have denied to board in but as it has rightly been said about the uncertainties in the life are already decided.
    Well it was the dream and is gradually coming true. Elocution of my thoughts and hence its portrayal, this is all what I expected from this course. Yes, it is on process (I'm still an undergraduate). Taking journalism as my career option waved my motto higher and my passion for writing got accelerated. After my admission in MBICEM, I was a worm, worm who is ever-ready to learn anything. A little superficial knowledge and I was there. Topping two semesters continually was a big deal for me. 'Indian-ism' was arisen when parents uttered 'BRAVO SON!', (usually it doesn't arise). This has immensely inspired me to reincarnate my talent into this stream and if you think about its scope in future, it's justified. I mean, a professional course is meant to cater a job with a 6-digit remuneration. I know, a person is an infant in media unless he attains a popular identity and this applies to all. 10 years later, I would see myself (same as when Hindi movies end happily) as an established cyber expert. My love-my passion, my curiousity-my imagination, my day-my night, 'cyber', a term which I can every time relate myself  to. Well, I am at verge of brimming my ambition to a full-fledged occupation, which I would then fill in the application forms of my kins during school admissions. Hoping for the best :)

Random Photo Post

It's me, looking quite horrible... The motive behind this upload is to make people know that  I'm still alive 'blogging' myself...

A 'Random' Photo says...

And this quote prevails to be true everytime.



Being Brand Conscious

Women are known to be the most beauty-conscious creature on this world. Summing up to the fact many of them have gone insane just for making themselves look better and better and better.

I am not disproving this fact but just a thought struck my mind that 'DOES EVERY WOMAN DO THE SAME JUST TO HAVE THAT GORGEOUS LOOK ON HER?'

Before I could really think upon the subject, I came in acquaintance with a woman of no show-off attitude in her. She was really looking as if she had been looted last night and is left with nothing in her (Just my thought). She could really have made me think like a philosopher but the surrounding triggered me not to be so.

I, thinking a mere musing, extended my greetings to her. All of a sudden, she started shivering. "Was it my fault or her?” I countered to myself. I sighed in such a way as if I had completed some great task. Anyway, I spoke softly to her just to make her feel hospitable. She was a little relaxed. Ghossshhh! Again, it was a sigh of relief. I, then, wanted to her to introduce her to me but I could not speak it to her as I, now, started shivering. Wait! Wait! I was shivering because of the cold gale.

 

The remaining part is yet to be explored in the next publication of this post. So, STAY TUNED.

Just Randomly Posted.

Omitting the negative sense, this song talks about the grace of women. Must watch.