Death after life

Hi, 

Hope you all are doing good, me as well. Ever wondered is living a life more important or living it nicely? Ever compared your bliss of being alive with someone who ceases to exist anymore? Try doing it, probably you might realize how blessed you are to feel the winters, to feel your pains, to laugh out loud on silly jokes, to fight with your siblings and to be with the ones whom you love!     


We are always so engrossed in our daily issues that we forget to appreciate small things that bring smile to us and others, we forget to do those small small gestures which might mean a lot for someone around you, we forget to stay cautious with our lives and run the risk of losing it; not realizing the havoc they will bring to the life of those who will stay behind us to feel the brunt of it! I don't really know how it feels after death, if only their is some chance of feeling! But I can very well contemplate how one would feel at the face of death. That one moment would make you remember all your loved ones, you will be succumbed to fear, helplessness, unparelled pain and the very thought of losing  everything here on earth, all those pleasures which you desired, from driving fast to getting that one last thing you desired, faces of your loved ones will revolve around you one by one and slowly you will feel every single part of your body deing, your breathe loosing every second, your vision becoming blurred, you will feel like crying out loud for help but the effort going in vain to only find your voice dead, senses dead and in the end, its only you lying alone, with no feelings, no senses, no desires and no more life! Life moves on, people also learn to move on. Tears get dried up after a time, things get on track, life becomes as it was, the only difference it brings is that our life becomes devoid of that one person we have lost and that sense of loss can never be impaired. 


The question that remains unanswered is inspite of all the science in this world, why are we not able to save the lives? why are we not able to bring someone back to senses? why we have to suffice ourselves with that sense of loss? Does god really exists to take away those lives which are created with the scientific fusion of sperms and eggs?


Death is inevitable and so is the suffering it causes. Until our science is able to discover the formula which will make us comfortable with the deaths, to accept them as yet another casual event of our lives without creating the hue and cry, can't we do our own bit by trying to stay alive happily and healthily? So next time when you drive rash , drive after getting drunk, or intentionally try to commit suicide, just think of one person who loves you most ( I am not saying whom you love most!) and the immense harm you can do to that one person by taking your own life. Its high time that we realize the significance of LIFE, else the very absence of it will make us dead, robbing us of every chance of even cribbing about our being alive! This is said best, when people leave us , to say anything at all!!

Fight for destiny-Placements

Hello friends

Hope you all are doing fine. Since the placement season is running in the college, i thought why not to share some feelings,be it good or bad! Every morning pappu gets up and asks to God-" mera no. kab ayega?" Then God says-" Ayega ayega!" Two months have already passed and God is still saying-"ayega ayega!"

Pappu's friends have started getting placed , the college is running on a placements marathon but Pappu believes he is left far behind:( Then pappu wonders one day- If only God had given me some more brain,if only i could have been more intelligent! God up above is then wondering- if only i could have given him some more patience!

Pappu's parents also ask him-" ai, naukri lagi teri?" and poor Pappu replies-" Lagegi lagegi!". Pappu has now become tired of presenting himself in Exhibitions every morning, trying to prove that why every job profile is suitable for him and why he is suitable for every job profile! He wonders day by day if he is the only bugger ,jerk and fool left to be suitable for remaining unemployed!
One fine day( rather night) God finally sympathized with this guy and appeared in his dream. God said-" Baby, I can't see you shifting sides on your bed anymore...this is certainly a rough patch of your life but don't get disappointed my child..." Mai hun na". You are going through this because i want you to taste the salty struggle first and reap the sweet success later else easy success will never pleasure your intellectual sense that much. I want you to wonder on your own efforts and its fruits that you deserve. You have to become that "Khargosh" who slowly and steadily wins the race! I am giving you ample time to do your swot analysis and an opportunity to further strengthen your strengths as well as your weaknesses so that when you finally grab that one opportunity , u grab it without any threats. This is not your timing for depression, instead the timing for perfection. For more updates,refer to 'Geeta Saar'. I thought it better to use your M.B.A language , if only to respect your 7.5 lacs! All the best My son. "

Pappu ko to gyaan mil gya, kya aapko mila? or Pappy still can't dance saala??

Ma Reminiscences

Welcome back

Looooong time....i actualy forgot that i am a blogger now! all of a sudden i remembered that i also own some space on blogger.com( sometimes i act like Ghazini: short term memory loss)! Anyhow...i dnt have any followers as yet so no issues:)).

In ma last blog, i left at ma transition period from where the story had to unfold! Let it be remained to be unfold...today lets talk some abstract.Infact to be true,i am getting a bit dislexic about what to share inspite of all my willingness to write something here.

Lets talk about "Sleep" rather sleeping or the art of it. Sleeping is my most nourished hobby so far and am sure that i share this hobby with lots of people majority girls( boys are always up to something so don,t waste their precious time). I will define sleeping as another form of meditation where i loose all my inhibitions and wonder around with my most wierdest dreams. I cherish sleeping so much for the simple reason that it provides me solace and peace of mind! Apart from that, the dreams i have i can bet are the most unusual of all.

The most creative dream i had in which i saw a big frame of glass floating in the air with waves of water visible on the face of it and with waves , i mean the actual waves;not the painted one! So, it was a combination of land,air and water! Though till date it remains uncomprehendable for me but yes, the most memorable dream of mine. Another memorable dream i had in which i saw the moon hit against the earth and it went into pieces and one of those pieces landed right next to my house! weird? Ain't it?

My dreams are just not limited to creativity but they also showcase my daily life, my friends, my family, something which i have been pondering while sleeping or even showcase "Bhoot" when i get really scared being alone.So you see, for me its like venturing around in third world without any jet or rocket and free of cost! So, sleep pays off!

One thing distinct about me is that i can actually feel my emotions even while dreaming! And i feel so strongly that one can see expressions on my face even while sleeping. One of my friend said that one can see my eye balls rolling in my closed eyes when m asleep!

So, i have very well justified my love for this distinct hobby of mine and hope that this blog will save me from feeling " a sleeping bag" after enjoying my sleep for 10 -11 hours a day! And now i can proudly say that i am productive even when i sleep:)

All those sleep lovers out their, feel good to realize that we all share the same art,through which we truly attach ourselves to God, truth, emotions, our own proud strengths and our hated weaknesses , our dreams like those paintings which cannot be drawn but still carry that intensity of meaning, carry those unfulfilled desires of ours, carry those burdens of which we wanna get rid of,carry those relationships we die for and last but not the least, carry the very purpose we exist for by making us realize our success and our failures.

Signing off, and promising to get back soon

Gunjan.

welcome friends...

Warning- the content mentioned is completely the sole thoughts of blogger(me) and can be as pathetic as a road side novel, so read at your own risk.

well...like many people venturing into this blogging business these dayz...i also thought of jumping into this and this being ma first attempt,please be tolerable !! after all, there is always a chnace of improvement.

lts go back...come with me to the time when i was in class 4th...thats by far is the oldest time i remember of ma school days well with some clarity. i was a reasonably good student in academics till then..was hard working,used to go home,study ,come back,score well in tests and exams and very well managed to be among the top 3 students inj the class...a class of may be 30 students .it was a small school nearby,though english medium but hardly any communicative english was spoken there! still then,i used to make efforts to speak in english atleast with ma teachers and was appreciated also. Ryt from nursery,every class teacher of mine used to know me very well including ma dadaji coz he was the one visiting the parent teacher meetings !! in exams time..ma mother always used to listen ma answers to make sure i was well prepared and if i was not,i was kept awake till the time i didn't remember by heart the last sentence of the last answer in ma copy. For the first time in class 4th, i came 1st.That was the beginning..of ma struggle ahead to maintain ma position.i used to recieve so many proficiency awards and for me ,it was like being on the top of the world. even in our society, the poti"s ( grand daughters) of ma dadaji became known for their achievements.

Came class 5th, and ma school got changed. nw this was a big school,big building, tens of school buses and hundreds of student's strength.Moreover, these were the "hep " students,"cool" ,girls wearing kinda short skirts ,giggling around, and lots of boys and girls interaction(i was new to this also). So there i was feeling like a small town girl in this big city! Fron here on,the story unfolds....but

in the next blog!!

hope u"ll wait for that,

c u next tym

gunjan.