Sound thrashing I was honored with....

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I have seen students bunk classes in their college life. Many of them started to bunk classes only after they joined the college. I think, I would suprise you when I say, I bunked classes when I was in third grade.

When I was in my third standard, it was like a fashion for many of the students to go for musical classes after their regular academic classes. So when I heard about the mussical class that was gonna start in my school, I made a huge hue to join those classes. I wanted to learn drums. And I also wanted to impress a girl, I had crush on. It wasn't easy for me to get the permission. My parents who knew me well, knew that it was just a passing fancy for me. But i wasn't ready to accept that. I wanted to go for those classes.

Finally, after I made a huge hungama, my dad agreed to enroll me for those classes, provided I opt of piano and not for drums. I agreed instantly. Even though I liked drums more than piano, I wasn't much bothered about it. I just wanted to join the classes and stay back in the campus after academic hours. For the first few weeks, I was all trilled and used to attend the classes regularly.

After a month, I got tired of it. One main reason was that i wasn't interested in learning piano. So i stayed back and played with my friends instead of attending the classes. This went on for a few months. At the end of every month my sister, who was doing ther 12^th in the same campus, would come and pay the fee for my musical classes. When my sister would look at the attendance register, it showed that I was present for all the classes. It seems that the sir gave attendance to all, even without checking if they were present.

My exams were close. So I thought to sit back and to start studying, instead of going to the campus. It so happened on that day, i was supposed to have music class. So my sister went to my class-mate who was attending the classes and asked her for the notes taken on that day. It was then everything became bad.

My friend, without even thinking twice told my sister that it had been months since I had come for the classes and that notes given wouldn't help. I was having my lunch, when my sister came in to tell my dad the news. Then everything that happened was history. I still remember, my dad's face going red with range and he stomping out to fetch a stick to honor me with a sound thrashing. Though the classes weren't much of a fun then, now I wish I had attended the classes.

Being Human....

Being human is not as easy as killing an endangered species, or being in news for harassing girl-friends or running over people and killing them. It is much beyond that. Being human would mean, being humane. A person who shows humanity alone can be termed as a human. One of the problems faced by the people is that, they forget they are humans and act like animals. Animals don't have the sense to distinguish between what is good for their race and what isn't. Humans many a times behave in such manners. 

Life as such would be meaningless if the humans were to indulge in in-human activities. Respect others and be respected. Life as such is too short to keep revenge, hatred, envy and so on. Release your minds from this sort of worldly chains and strive to do things that would make the life worth living. One does not have to renounce the world, like Mother Theresa to be humane. One has to free one's mind from the worldly chains and should try to help those in need in whatever possible way. Perhaps it would be by just spending some time with some one, or it could be helping a person complete a task; in anyways, always  try and make this world a better place to be in. Always embrace peace and strive to resolve conflicts before they get out of hands. Being humane is one of the best state ever.

Rainy day!!!

This is one incident that has happened in my life quite recently.  One day after my college I thought of visiting my senior. She had called me over to her hostel a few days back, as she had brought me some sweets from her native. I went over to her hostel (Crystal Rocks) and ate almost all the sweets she had bought for me; giving her no space to speak while I ate and spoke about random stuffs that came into my mind.

While I was talking to her non-stop; heavens had mercy on her and it started to drizzle. It was then I remembered about the certificate course class I had to attend. I bid her bye, opened my umbrella and started walking back to the campus. It started to pour heavily by then. On the way to the campus from the hostel there is a transformer.

When I reached near the transformer, I saw a beautiful girl standing there, getting wet by the rain, holding her ‘Patiala’ and looking towards skies as if she was begging the heavens to stop the rain. Few strands of her hair were falling over her face and I could see water droplets falling from those strands to her beautiful angelic face. I was stuck by her beauty and I stood there gazing at her, forgetting all about my class. She looked so beautiful, that I am not sure if the entire vocabulary I have, would be of any help to describe her.  

All of a sudden she stopped begging the heavens to see a stranger staring at her. She caught me unawares. I was caught in a fix as she had caught me starring at her shamelessly. I asked her in a stammering manner if she was a Christite for which she replied she was. I offered to take her to the campus along with me. But she was on her way back to the hostel. Forgetting all about the certificate course I offered to drop her to her hostel. 

She walked with me, under my umbrella and we walked a few steps. That was when I remembered that I had bunked enough number of classes and that missing one more could end me up having to discontinue the course. So I offered her my umbrella and told her to return it to me the next day. I asked her class to see if she was my senior; but the worst part was that I forgot to ask her name. I gave her my umbrella and walked back to the campus all drenched.

Next day I put on my best clothes, all ready to impress her. But she didn’t come to return my umbrella. Thanks to my memory, I knew how I felt when I saw her but I had forgotten her face. Days rolled to months. One day when I was walking with my friend I saw her and recognized her. But I am not sure if she did. Somehow I couldn’t gather my guts to go and talk to her. I haven’t got my umbrella back till now. Whenever it rains, I never forget to curse under my breath for not having taken her number when i had a chance.

Patience – a virtue.

“All human wisdom is summed up in two words - wait and hope”

-Alexander Dumas

Humans are known for their competitions. From the time a child is born, his parent’s starts dreaming the future of the child. If the fist of a new born baby is observed, we can observe that its fists are clenched as if it’s going for a fight. From the time a child is born until he dies there is a constant battle one has to fight in this world. It starts with food, books, knowledge, and extents to morality and so on. He has to fight for the carrier and then to build it and then to keep it. One virtue a person need when fighting this constant battle is patience. Else part it wouldn’t be easy to full fill his dreams and the battles can cause weariness his soul and in turn can force him to quit the battle. Patience as such can be said to be one virtue that is lacking in many humans.

 It is the state of endurance under thorny situations. It can mean persevering in the face of delay or provocation without acting on annoyance or fury in a negative way; or exhibiting self-control when under strain, especially when faced with longer-term difficulties. Patience is the level of endurance one can take before negativity. It is also used to refer to the character trait of being steadfast. In short it is the ability to suffer well.  We need patience because we add suffering to suffering when we don’t suffer well. So be patient and learn the art of leading a better life.

Love or Infatuation???

  Life as such is only enjoyable when there is love since humans have an innate need to love and to be loved. But the problems arise when one is not able to distinguish between love and infatuation. For almost every Japan –made product there is a China remake; which would hardly last for half the life time of Japan make. Infatuation is like the China remake of love. It usually doesn’t last long. Though at first It will have a strong resemblance of love. If love can be compared to an oasis in a desert, then infatuation is a mirage of an oasis. Oasis can quench thirst, but mirage cannot.

 Love is a feeling that usually takes time to grow and it grows stronger over time. Infatuation is usually like a bomb dropped by U.S. in Iraq, that goes off and then is gone. Pain might be the only feeling that would last after that. It is all about the moment, about strong attraction and desire that showcases immense passion. Love, on the other hand is something that starts out small and just keeps on growing. It grows strong, like a giant oak, as compared to infatuation, which is more like a weed that grows really fast then dies.  Love, is knowing that your heart belongs to another, and that your love is returned. It is a shared thing. Infatuation can stay awhile or go; there is no way to know. Infatuation is fun, but love is the author of happiness. But at times, if one isn’t careful, only time can prove whether the feeling is love or infatuation.