Musings of a wandering mind...

All you need is love….

2011-06-30T04:37:00.002+05:30

The background is filled with the rumbling of the boiling pot and the chanting of the Beatles on the old radio. She is sitting near the kitchen window sipping hot tea, looking as far as her weak eyesight permits her to gaze. Her grey hair shines in the sun piercing through the window. Her myriad thoughts are broken by the buzzing sound of door bell. In no time she is on her feet rushing to the door. An young petite girl opens the door, breathless, her deep black eyes fall on the masculine figure standing at the door. They look at each other. The longing in their eyes gives way to tears of joy. In a split second they are wrapped around each other, arms in arms. Time seems to have frozen for them, for this very moment, their moment of togetherness.They know this moment won’t last very long, but they intend to make it long lasting; lasting for eternity.They prepare a simple dinner, drink some wine and dance; his hands around her waist and hers around his neck. She feels the warmth of his body; and is fast asleep amidst the warmth. The whistle blows off,startling her. The warmth is the last memory she has of him. There’s no young and petite girl and handsome young guy she thinks. Just her old self and the old memories of the young days. He might have gone, long ago, probably 20 years ago, she is unsure, but love remains..she thinks.. and All you need is love….

Frenzied and numbed senses....

2011-04-03T23:35:00.000+05:30

That was a cracker from the skipper; the much needed shot with India in its penultimate over to chase the highly coveted title. He heaved a sigh of relief along with some 45000 odd devotees sitting there. Well, there were a billion more devotees glued to the screens he thought; he was just amongst the 45k lucky ones to witness the religion in play, live, without any digital barrier. His heart beat had just stabilized, when he felt warm air on his ears. A whisper which was familiar to him, not the words though which were uttered to him. There was an adrenaline rush once again. His adrenal glands had been overworked today with all the frenzy on the ground, yet the words uttered to him pumped up the hormone once again. His heart started racing. Suddenly, all the cheering and hooting and shouting went into the background. He could only hear mumblings of the crowd with the words playing incessantly in his mind in the foreground. He started feeling claustrophobic and needed some space to breath. He jolted towards the men’s washroom to take some time of his own. He looked himself in the mirror. He had turned pale. He was breathing heavily;due to lack of breathing or the state of his mind, he was not sure. He had come today to witness history for is unrelenting passion for the game. But he had also waited for this day. He had not expected it, his passion and his wait would be fulfilled the same day. It was too much for him to take at one go. Has it really happened? How could she, of all these years chose this day to profess the feelings? His head was spinning and he felt dizzy. He splashed water on his face and took a deep breath. Finally he calmed down and went back to the stands. The stadium was in an uproar. Seeing the environment he realized India had won; and seeing her angelic face, well he realized he had lost his heart……

Change is inevitable...

2011-02-12T00:24:00.000+05:30

As I sit down to write this piece, the earth is revolving, whole solar system is in movement, clock is ticking, its value changing every moment. Change is the thing which is constantly happening around us. Sun rises every day, ushering the beauty of morning with it, birds and animals leave their abode in search of food, rivers flow, trees grow and man rubs his eyes,scratches his head, 'lives' his life and finally bows down to the all powerful mortality.

Of the many things that human beings fear the most indomitable one is change. We just can't approve of change. We dislike change; change in our surroundings,our environment, our lives. Yet we fail to understand that it is inevitable; for good or bad is another issue, and that we ourselves are many times the reason for bringing about change. I recollect my relatives who have met me after a long time (almost half a decade)saying that 'Oh you have changed so much! You have grown up so much' . And I think, what did you expect, that I'll remain the same small guy? What am I? Some cartoon character which can live on for decades without growing old?

Jokes apart, I guess change is good. We people have short concentration spans, and I'm sure in absence of change we would be soon fed up of yeh saali zindagi. We need constant spice in our dish of lives. That extra pinch of salt for perfect taste. And the only thing which is permanent is change.

so long readers,so long....

Just an outburst....

2010-10-22T00:59:00.000+05:30

Dear Proff...... this salutation in beginning of mail has become synonymous with breathing with many fellow iitians right now. Well, its application (apping as it is called) season unleashed!!! All work kept aside; atleast 1-2 hrs are devoted completely to this behemoth task. Every time send button is pressed it is hoped that it will be the last one for the season and soon it would be a happy ending with the recipient acknowledging your 'research interest' and giving you your much deserved(desired) chance. This is preceded by all sorts of time zone calculations, probablities(wat is most probable time when a mail would be read?) etc. Whatever, its only internship talk all around. Anyone you meet. " Aur Intern lag gayi kya?? " is the question thrown. "Lag gayi bhai, fully funded"... this answer is what we all are searching for.
By the way,(I digress) recently I have been taken over by this fetish for reading novels. Nothing bad about that or worth mentioning it. But all the reading is creating havoc in my mind. Literally. While asleep, all sorts of words and sentences keep coming in my mind with weird connotations which I fail to understand. The characters seem to play hide and seek in my mind popping out of nowhere. Thus this post is just my way to pour out the literary demons within my mind. I hope it helps!!!
So long, readers, so long....

If Only.....

2010-05-22T12:19:00.001+05:30

Many times in life we are faced with 'If only' moments. Moments where we are left thinking and wondering about the alternative trajectory our life would have taken. If only I would have done this, if only I would have purchased this, if only I had not quarreled, If only I had talked, If only I had participated etc. This moments leave behind a hanging feeling and an unrelenting spiral of thoughts; and sometimes a sense of deja vu. If only moments give us an imaginative chance to give our lives the direction we would like to have. An escape from reality; the harsh one more often. We humans are escapist mortals. Not happy and contended with what we have, always wishing to gain more. Our definition of happiness is feeble and constantly changing. These If only moments gives us a chance to define our happiness in the way we want. Momentary and imaginative happiness though. However, our meagre lives are made up of small moments only. Some moments of happiness, some of sadness, some of thoughtful reflections and some of absorbing silences. These moments fill the white canvas of our lives with splash of colours making it colourful and lively. They make our lives worth living. Why else would we bother to capture moments in photos and paintings? Reminiscing them makes our lives complete and reaffirms our faith that moments; whether happy or grim, must always be cherished and celebrated. Cherish the moments, Celebrate your lives.

A contemplation....

2010-03-07T23:26:00.000+05:30

Since many days I've been contemplating in the search for a topic to write a post. I've been searching everywhere for picking up some topic; but in vain. But I am getting this very strong urge to write something. Ironically I don't know what to write about. I guess this is life. There are many such urges and feelings deep down your heart which fail to find out any way to materialize, there exists no way to express them. Lucky are the people who are able to find out some way to express their innermost thoughts which otherwise would have been difficult to express in words. Some create music; beautiful tunes, lyrics which imply their understanding and opinions of their surroundings. Some draw,paint; give their thinking a beautiful shape leaving the world to adore and interpret their creation. Some have a knack to write poems, all the thoughts and feelings expressed in playfulness of words and grammar. With some song playing in my headphones, I wonder what it takes to create music, music which can emancipate your souls; what it takes to create a beautiful picture or poem, a rendering of the experiences of life. Is it just some creative kick? Or a god gift? Or an implication of the experiences of life? I don't know. As I see around, I can see many people in this world caught in the web of thoughts, trying to entangle each and every knot with their creativity and others appreciating while they do so. Even after writing so much, I have that mysterious urge in me to write more. An unrelenting desire to express something, but clueless what that something is. A feeling of emptiness and incompleteness still trails inside me and my mind wanders aimlessly......

Life is Beautiful....

2010-01-26T21:22:00.001+05:30

Have you ever stood out in a cold winter with the sun just rising out? The shimmering golden rays of sun cross through the beautiful sky to land upon your skin. Penetrating deep into your skin, your soul, it warms up your senses to leave you energized. Nature- one part of many of your and my life. Friendship- google this word and you may find infinite definitions of it. For me it is a part of my life. Friends advice you in need, reprimand you in wrongdoings, pull your leg for fun and can talk nonsense with you for hours and hours without any of you knowing about time passed by. It is the time spent with the friends, remembering past comic incidences, sharing laughter and wiping tears which you always remember. Parents and siblings- well a big chunk of everyone's life. No words can account their contribution in shaping your life. Adjectives fall short to describe their importance. As I write down this post, myriad thoughts cross my mind, very few of which can be materialized here in words. One part which I conveniently skipped is Love. Well ofcourse your friends love you, your parents love you, but here I am talking about 'real' love. Seriously eh..?? Is it for real? :P :D. I dunno; maybe I'll wait, I have a loong life ahead of me ;) . Someone once said(dunno his/her name but with all due respect)-"You have not lived if you have not found something worth dying for"- a very nice thought. All these parts add up to make your life a beautiful one. Just turn your heads and open your eyes and heart to witness how magnanimous and pretty this life is. For as of now... Life is indeed very beautiful... :) (touchwood).

Wait a sec let me change my sm....

2009-10-30T17:50:00.003+05:30

Well whats up these days with these status messages? They are all around us....(well around us means people who are 'socially active'.. i mean on facebook, gtalk, orkut...etc). Some sm(well again modern lingo...short form for status message) are intellectual, some philosophical, some whacky sentences, and some an expression of feelings. Well most of them have very volatile sm's, changing every two hours. Had a fight with friend, change the sm, got a good news, put it up on sm, got something to say nobody to listen, broadcast it through our sm; you are sure to get an audience. I mean what the hell!!! These sm's have totally changed our equations of communicating. Instead of having face to face talks people prefer to communicate through sm's. I personaly feel that these all are only attention grabbing tactics. Why in the world do i want to know that u are having a cold war with a third person; just lift your ass walk a few metres to his/her room and have a talk and solve the issue. Why all this pain of putting it up on sm and makin it public? One sm read "watchin abc movie DND" Go to hell man why are you online the first place when you do not want to be disturbed? Just sign out. I mean the whole point of these social networking websites was to communicate and connect. Not to gain some attention and applaud by putting some intellectually challenging sm. These sm have become the equivalent of shouting loudly on a street. Even i once was a victim of this sm hysteria, i too use to put up sparky sm's until i realised it was plain uselessness. I use to think oh what will he think after reading this? will it impress anyone? I just gave up. I was becoming more dependant on sm's to communicate. I thought i was better off with it. Enough of gyaan i guess and i know after reading this someone would be changing his sm-"Read this blog www.mohitpatni.blogspot.com, look what crap people can write"
and ill say ...hell ya because i dont care atleast it increases visits to my blog... :)

TECHNOTHLON'09-National school championship

2009-08-09T09:18:00.002+05:30

On 19th july 2009, history was written by the student community of IIT Guwahti by very successful conduction of prelims of Technothlon 09 -National Schoool Championship. A participation of 1.2 lakh students of 9-12th from across 68 cities in the country; itself gives the proof of the stupendous feat it has achieved . Top 65 teams from each squad(hauts and junior) will be selected and called in the campus of IIT Guwahati during the annual techno - management fest Techniche09; i.e. from 4th -6th september. Results to the prelims have already been announced on new website www.techniche.org/technothlon.html .

The first taste of freedom........

2009-02-08T20:39:00.000+05:30

Well,finally the day came;29th July 2008,i stepped my feet in beautiful campus of IIT GUWAHATI; and a new phase of my life began. In fact not only for me, it was a beginning of new phase of life for another 404 new students joining that year. New environment,new people, away from home, new taste of food, new friends, in all everything is new; only thing old is you!!!!
This also bestows upon you total freedom. Yes, its TOTAL FREEDOM, you can eat anytime,sleep anytime, study anytime, play anytime, do anything anytime. The first month just goes away in a blink of an eye. You start enjoying the freedom granted to you. Of course, there is a moral obligation, you know there are worried parents at home , thinking how their child will cope up with new environment and all stuff. Some just cant adjust in new surroundings, while some are least affected. But i say people belonging to latter category have already experienced freedom in some sense or have been away from home previously. Now once you are totally adjusted with the course of happenings, you begin to feel a power in your hands. A power you have never sensed before. But there is a very thin line between using this so called power intelligently and foolishly. You come across various kinds of people giving various kinds of advice. You are totally confused. What to do? Whom to listen? Well, this stage is what defines your four years of your life in campus and perhaps course of your life. An acceptance to a bad piece of advice, and you may crash land, and an intelligent decision can change you and course of your life. It really tests your decision making ability and how you perceive things. Many people take a bad decision, but are lucky enough to return back and change their decisions. But some do not realize and...... The key lies in realizing what is good for you, what suits you best. Become analytical. Finally at the end of four years whichever position you are in, the only person to be held responsible for it is YOU. Yes, its you. No one ever can affect you decision unless you allow the person to do so. No one can change the course of your lives but YOU. I remember on the first day during interaction in the auditorium with vice president of college, he said the following words"You are the king, you are the servant." Well, i realize this only after six months i spend here. One final thing which i would like to say is:

Don't become followers, but make people your followers!!!!"

Is reservation policy eating our education system?

2008-06-27T20:40:00.000+05:30

Hello to everyone. Let me give you my introduction first. I am a student currently passed out from 12th and gave all other entrance exams. Well what provoked me was the fact that the reservation policy in India is affecting bulk of students. This effect maybe good or bad.

But I think that this reservation policy is just a political stunt to garner sympathy votes. Well what these political leaders get is just vote bank of a particular section of society benefitting from that reservation policy. I don't think this section of society is wrong if they vote for them in return as they are benefitted. Even i would do that if i had benefitted. Its just old give and take policy.

This reservation policy is slowly eating our education system.Worst hit are the IIT's with almost 50%going under reservation. Many undeserving candidates are getting admissions into such premier institutions but many deserving aren't. I agree that OBC/SC/ST people are intelligent and are worthy. But reservation cannot decide this. Let merit decide it. If they are good enough they will surely get through without reservations.

Here i do not whole any grudges against any communities. I think that all castes are equal. Even though this reservation policy can benefit intelligent students from OBC/ST/SC block of society but what about the deserving poor candidates from so called 'Open category'? Where will they go? The hardest hit are poor people from 'Open category' as they do not have any reservation. What I think is that reservation should exist but only on the basis of economic criteria. No caste policy. Poor people need reservation most.

This article written by me cannot create a stir in political areas neither can it change the system. BUT it can start a change. This change can be brought by all of us. You, me all of us.

Please this is my sincere request to all people who read this article to read it with open mind even if they belong to so called 'reserved category'. Please think for better education system.

Criticism is welcomed if any. My sincere apologies to anyone if i have hurt anybody's sentiments.