"Expressions"

Search for an Editor...

noreply@blogger.com (Editor at NIILM-CMS) — Fri, 24 Apr 2009 08:55:00 +0000

Hi,

I'm looking for editors to manage this blog, preferably from batch 2008-10.

Our wall-of-fame, it seems, has entered a phase of inactivity as nothing has been posted after the summers of 2008.

Your role would be to popularize blogging amongst your & your very eligible junior batch. You'll need to promote the feeling of expressing ones feelings (pun not intended).

Cheers
Achint (06-08)
editors.on.board@gmail.com

"Tomorrow" by Ishaan Bhardwaj

noreply@blogger.com (Editor at NIILM-CMS) — Thu, 07 Aug 2008 07:25:00 +0000

Tomorrow is a promise,
its is pure and its is magical,
Tomorrow is divine,
its presence is benign,
tomorrow is a promise,
a promise of a new day a day of joy ,

Tomorrow is boundless,
Tomorrow is perfect,
Tomorrow is a dream ,
Tomorrow is a perfection its abstract,
its shallow and its deep,

Tomorrow is a sorrow,
Tomorrow is a remorse
for what is not today is left for tomorrow
Tomorrow is nirvana
it is ecstasy it is a new high

Tomorrow is a question
its a string of faith
it is the answer and it is the ultimate
Tomorrow is tearsit is death and birth
for life is until tomorrow
tomorrow is never forever
what is tomorrow is today....

Ishaan Bhardwaj (08-10)

"Don't Quit" by Krishna

noreply@blogger.com (Editor at NIILM-CMS) — Wed, 09 Jul 2008 03:55:00 +0000

When things go wrong as they sometimes will,
When the road you're trudging seems all uphill,
When funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh.
When care is pressing you down a bit.
Rest, if you must, but don't you quit.

Life is queer with its twists and turns
As every one of us sometimes learns.
And many a failure turns about
When he might have won had he stuck it out:
Don't give up though the pace seems slow -
You may succeed with another blow.
Success is failure turned inside out -
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt.
And you never can tell how close you are.
It may be near when it seems so far:
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit
it’s when things seem worst that you must not quit

Krishna Singh (07-09)

"PEACE" by Shrikant

noreply@blogger.com (Editor at NIILM-CMS) — Wed, 09 Jul 2008 03:45:00 +0000

We always think of ourselves and neglect others. The husband always thinks what his wife should do for him and vice versa. Why don’t we instead think of what we can do for others? If we can, then it will bring about universal benefit. When we learn to live for others, they too do things for us. Never think what you will get out of it. You shall definitely get something from the Almighty. You shall reach Him and that will bring eternal joy. A life filled with joy and peace means the presence of God within you.

On the contrary we opt for a losing bargain. We exchange peace for money and lose calm over physical comforts. Then we question our own foolishness, "I have every thing but there is no peace. Why?" Who stops us if we want Peace? In reality, “we” only act as if we do not need peace. The path to peace is very simple. If the quest for peace starts with love, one surely reaches one's destination. In that case love, sympathy, and generosity replace lust, anger, and greed. There is no doubt that the individual earns the blessings of God if he learns to live for others.

Now it is for us to decide our course. Do we want to enter a losing bargain? Love is such a wealth that increases if you distribute. Lust, etc. the enemies within, shall be annihilated when we are blessed by the Lord with love, openness and generosity in our life. So, learn to live for others and “peace” shall automatically follow and life shall be filled with joy and goodness.

Shrikant Sharma (07-09)

"The Quest" by Prantika Ghosh

noreply@blogger.com (Editor at NIILM-CMS) — Wed, 18 Jun 2008 19:45:00 +0000

Am i not the one
to steal your very sense
in a full moon night,
when you feel,
none being across the fence,
someone out of sight ?

Perhaps i am not the one
to play my symphony upon
the chords of your heart,
when you know, having won
even the dusk and the dawn,
someone you love is still apart.

I, am not the one
to sing your favourite song
while swaying across in thought,
when you find, upon someone
to caress you all along,
yourself smiling out of naught.

Can i just be the one
to linger in your emotions
on an otherwise low day,
when you think, you have no one
to hold you atleast once,
if ever you lose your way ?

Prantika Ghosh (07-09)

"In pursuit of happiness," by Neha Prakash

noreply@blogger.com (Editor at NIILM-CMS) — Wed, 28 May 2008 19:41:00 +0000

Happiness is not the end of everything
Neither is it the beginning of anything

Those who pursue it eagerly,
Fail to find it
Those who fight for it, always lose it

Thinking of pains that others inflicted
And looking for it in memories so restricted
Are the ones who often return disheartened and lose their way

There are those who wait for the oceans to calm down
Holding tight to false images and afraid to realize the changes,

I have known people waiting for one moment of happiness,
Through the towering piles of sadness
But fail to realize even one such instance

But there are those who have lived through sadness
And yet do not cry….
For they know it's better to smile for the ones who have been by your side

They know changes happened as they were deemed to be
For matters could have been worse
They don't wait for the sun to rise but live every moment of life
And they are the ones who find happiness by and by.

Neha Prakash
Batch 2007-2009

"I walk down the street..."

noreply@blogger.com (Editor at NIILM-CMS) — Wed, 14 May 2008 19:41:00 +0000

I walk down the street.
There is a hole.
I don't see it.
I fall in.
It isn't my fault.
It takes a very long time to get out.

I walk down the same street.
There is still a deep hole.
I pretend not to see it.
I fall in.
I pretend it's still not my fault.
It takes a long time to get out.

I walk down the same street.
There is still the same deep hole.
I see it.
I fall in anyway.
It's a habit.
I get out quicker this time.

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole.
I see it.
I walk around it.
I don't fall in.

I walk down a different street!!!

Sancheeta (06-08)

"My heartiest tribute"

noreply@blogger.com (Editor at NIILM-CMS) — Tue, 13 May 2008 20:35:00 +0000

This write up is my heartiest tribute to all those people at NIILM who were always there besides me, during my journey from NIILM-CMS to F1F9, with all their experience to guide me through.

After All...

My stay at NIILM carved out my inner self into a new being to whom this world is no longer a stranger.

I came to know that this world is not always a sweet place to live in. You are the one who got to make sweet. Its not how it treats you but how you make it deal with you. You are the one who's responsible for whatever happens here with you. At NIILM, I got familiarized with two categories of people around me, one comprises of those who are not your friends but are always ready to make you realize that and will shred you off whenever required and the other belongs to those who are your frnd but never tells you and are always besides you whenever your'e alone. I got to deal with people mainly from the former one.

That 18 month's learning experience was far more wonderful than what I had gained in past 21 years. When I came I was a roamer. Now I know what is my destination. I know how to deal with people from both the categories.

I've now learned to fight. Fight for recognition, fight for growth and fight for survival. I've learned to manage people around me and my life.

After all, I'm a manager now.

Meenu Aggarwal

(2006-2008)

"For our Teachers"

noreply@blogger.com (Editor at NIILM-CMS) — Sat, 26 Apr 2008 21:20:00 +0000

A hundred years from now
It will not matter
What kind of house you lived in,
How much money you had in your bank A/c,
What your clothes looked like,
Or what kinda car did you drive

Because this world would be a better place to live on
As u played a vital role in shaping so many lives…

Thanks.

Achint '06-'08

(An extract from my farewell speech)

"A Letter from God"

noreply@blogger.com (Editor at NIILM-CMS) — Sat, 26 Apr 2008 20:48:00 +0000

When you ran around the house getting ready, I knew there would be a few minutes for you to stop and say hello, but you were too busy. At one point you had to wait fifteen minutes with nothing to do except sit in a chair. Then I saw you spring to your feet. I thought you wanted to talk to me but you ran to the phone and called a friend to get the latest gossip instead.

I watched patiently all day long. With all our activities I guess you were too busy to say anything to me. I noticed that before lunch you looked around, maybe you felt embarrassed to talk to me that am why you didn't bow your head. You glanced three or four tables over and you noticed some of your friends talking to me briefly before they ate, but you didn't. That's okay. There is still more time left, and I hope that you will talk to me yet.

You went home and it seems as if you had lots of things to do. After a few of them were done, you turned on the TV. I don't know if you like TV or not, just about anything goes there and you spend a lot of time each day in front of it not thinking about anything, just enjoying the show. I waited patiently again as you watched the TV and ate your meal, but again you didn't talk to me.Bedtime I guess you felt too tired. After you said goodnight to your family you plopped into bed and fell asleep in no time.

That's okay because you may not realize that I am always there for you. I've got patience, more than you will ever know. I even want to teach you how to be patient with others as well. I love you so much that I wait everyday for a nod, prayer or thought, or a thankful part of your heart. It is hard to have a one-sided conversation.Well, you are getting up once again. Once again I will wait, with nothing but love for you. Hoping that today you will give me some time.

ANAND SHUKLA

'05-'07 BATCH

All the best!!!

noreply@blogger.com (Editor at NIILM-CMS) — Mon, 31 Mar 2008 19:24:00 +0000

Friends,

Today happens to be my last official day in the college..though some
of my batchmates have the luxury of few more days as some exams of
other specialization are left.

Hopefully, this is my last day as a student (in case I don't score a
back in any of the papers) but I also do hope and wish that the
learning continues for me as well as for my all other friends. Just
the pedagogy has changed, and it is matter of realization that theory
has been replaced by practicals. Thats all.

And yes...i hope we stay eligible to pitch in our entries in the
'Expression' blog...

All the best to all my friends as well as juniors who now take the
reins in their hands.

Will miss you all !!! (even the editors will...)

Thank you for everything.

Prateek Garg

The Imaginary World

noreply@blogger.com (Editor at NIILM-CMS) — Fri, 28 Mar 2008 09:25:00 +0000

Sometimes sitting in the cafeteria you start staring into the void. Suddenly the world around you starts to move in slow motion. You can hear nothing. You can see nothing. You can feel nothing thats happening around you. You stagnate but the world around you is changing. Your mind is blank. People pass from in front of you and you just look through them as if they never existed. As if you never existed.

The only thing that exists are the faces of your loved ones. Floating in the air as if reflections on a calm lake. Nothing else maters. Nothing else exists. This is the real world that exists beyond our imagination.

And then BANG someone drops a plate and you are suddenly thrown into the imaginary world of chaos and stir. People all around you, shouting and screaming, contesting and competing, crying and weeping, laughing and playing. The imaginary world that we live in...

Vivek Singh (05-07)

WE ARE NEXT!! , by Neha Prakash

noreply@blogger.com (Editor at NIILM-CMS) — Sat, 12 Jan 2008 09:23:00 +0000

Come on grandma!! You're being orthodox… Oh!! Please Dad, don't interfere in my affairs…

These few lines portray the entire scenario and the behavior of the youth towards their old age guardians in the materialist world.

Here's a story from the "Inspirational Quote" which depicts how hearts of the loved ones have drifted apart….

A marwari family in Rajasthan was puzzled when the coffin of their dead mother arrived from the U.S. It was sent by one of the daughters. The dead body was tightly squeezed inside the coffin, with no space left in it!!

When they opened the lid, they found a letter on top, which read as follows: "Dear brothers and sisters, I'm sending our mother's body to you, since it was her wish that she should be cremated in the compound of her ancestral home at Rajasthan. Sorry I could not come along as all of my paid leave has been consumed .You will find inside the coffin, under Amma's body 12 cans of cheese, 10 packets of chocolates and 8 packets of Badam. Please divide these among you all."

"On Amma's feet you'll find a new pair of Reebok shoes (size 10) for Mohan. Also, there are 2 pairs of shoes for Radha's and Lakshmi's sons. Hope the size is correct. Amma is wearing six American T-shirts. The large size is for Mohan and others are for my nephews"

The two new pairs of jeans that Amma is wearing are for the boys. The Swiss watch is for Rema. Shanty aunty, Amma is wearing the necklace you asked for. Please take it"

Please distribute all these properly amongst u. And if anything more is required let me know, since our Appa is also not keeping well these days."

This is an exemplary situation how goods are shipped across borders. Has humanity faded away from the face of Earth?

Can we strive hard enough to solve the predicament of these old people who have weathered away, caring for those who were made callous by the dazzle of independence and hence erase the deep scar from the face of humanity????

Neha Prakash, Batch- 2007-'09

Extract from a novel, by Nishchaya

noreply@blogger.com (Editor at NIILM-CMS) — Wed, 19 Dec 2007 09:10:00 +0000

The most beautiful poem I have ever read (in some Danielle Steel novel) goes like this....

When young
Did you ever run on sidewalks,
Playing the game
Of avoiding cracks?
Or, much later,
Straddle hairlines mentally
And strut vicarious tightropes,
Dreading, yet perversely courting,
Disaster from a fall?

'Disaster' did I say?
An aberrant word!
For there are other falls and penalties
Not only catastrophic,
But cushioned by largesse
Of joy and glory.
Falling in love is one.

Yet wisdom cautions:
A fall is a fall
With aftermaths of hurt and pain
Only delayed, not circumvented.

Tish, tosh!
Away with wisdom!
Hooray for crazy pavings, tightropes, hairlines!
Right now, who's wise, or wants to be?

Not I.

Are you?

Nishchaya (06-08)

"Phoolon ke is chaman mein," by Arunima

noreply@blogger.com (Editor at NIILM-CMS) — Mon, 05 Nov 2007 20:54:00 +0000

फूलों के इस चमन में,
एक दिलकश नज़ारा धुन्ध्ते हैं,
जीवन कि बगिया को जो महका सके,
उन ख्वाबों का सहारा धुन्ध्ते हैं.

आसमा को जो रौशन कर दे,
वो एक चमकता सितारा धुन्ध्ते हैं,
रह में चले थे, मंजिल कि तलाश में,
मंजिल तक जो पौंचा दे,
उन्ही रहूँ का किनारा धुन्ध्ते हैं,

मिले तो रह में राहगीर हज़रून,
कुछ अपने पराये हुए,
तो कुछ पराये अपनों से बढकर देखे,
जो चार कदम साथ चल सके,
हर आसूं गम को ख़ुशी में बदल सके,
आज परायों में उन्ही अपनों को धुन्ध्ते हैं

अरमानों के इस भंवर में,
काटूं के इस सहर में,
रहत के चंद पल धुन्ध्ते है
इस सफर को जो सफल बना दे,
बेटे लम्हों को यादों में सजा दे,
उन्ही यादगार पलों का एक सहारा धुन्ध्ते

-- अरुणिमा वर्मा --

Dreaming, by Achint

noreply@blogger.com (Editor at NIILM-CMS) — Mon, 29 Oct 2007 09:47:00 +0000

Dreams are awkward,
yes they are
Reality for me,
is quite too far

Mountains are high,
rainbows are bright
This is what,
my dreams are like

They give me a hazy picture
Of what lies in the future
Believe me if you might
Or carry on with the fight

Dream like a king
of whatever you can think
Only those ones will come true,
Which u think are made 4 u

Guy’s dream of girls
Girl’s dream of guys
Maybe it’s not reality
But it can make you cry

Dreams are like a mirror
Its reflections are so clear
Here one can be bold
and can say what is to be told

People question why we dream
The reasons though are still not seen
No matter what is its meaning
For god sake just keep on dreaming।

--
Achint...

Faltu Funde, by Ashish Bist

noreply@blogger.com (Editor at NIILM-CMS) — Mon, 29 Oct 2007 09:33:00 +0000

Killing time has never been easy for me। Always to wonder what to do? As studying, not really an option. You have to generate new hobbies again and again and screwing old once. So this time I was watching horror flick as Halloween is on. I found out that its not easy to really scare anyone . I am not really a MCP (male chauvinist pig) but thinks that girls kind of fake this thing too. You know that scream. I hate it. Its really. Ok you are scared, why making me deaf. Oh again deviating, major concern is, not many new ideas are chipping in and aliens are not good actors in a horror flick. The culprit is I suppose new technology, when we were kids their were so many stories to be heard from all around, it was like kind of hot topic to be discussed but now the topic been limited to girls for boys and Botox for girls. Even the monkey man gone, and Delhi's night life giving ghosts run for their money. I think future of horror is in jeopardy. The big invention is needed on the Bhoots and ghosts part. May be their case study will also be there in HBR in coming years. Well it should be.

Ashish Bist

"Enlightening Realization" By Ashish Bisht

noreply@blogger.com (Editor at NIILM-CMS) — Sun, 21 Oct 2007 14:12:00 +0000

This is the question, a guy need to answer all the time "do you have any girl friend"???

When growing, this makes a magical image in his mind for women.

Therefore, the very probable question just next morning after the wedding day would be "who are you"??? And it is not just about that the make-up is not there but also ridicules things that you can't imagine like you saying "hey, hands off from my shaving blade"! The big thing, I am talking here is we guys don't plan things to the extreme! Plan does work only till getting us the 'thing'। But then we lose the whole plan, stuck in our own story and not to say for life. It take whole of our life explaining "get over it what ever I have said to you before the wedding" PLEASE. And always moaning to ourselves, looking to the empty space on the left side of the bed where a baby elephant can easily adjust himself. But we stuck to a wife who thinks our shoulder is a pillow and we are some kind of circus dog, who need to be held with those hand all the time other wise we will run away. That empty space on left side of the bed is freedom and we will never be able to get there.

MAGIC'sOVER!!!

Ashish Bisht

"Emotional Shayari" by Simarjeet Singh

noreply@blogger.com (Editor at NIILM-CMS) — Sun, 21 Oct 2007 13:59:00 +0000

मुझसे मत पूछ की क्यों आँख झुका ली मैंने,
तेरी तस्वीर थी जो तुझसे छूपा ली मैंने,
जीस पे लीखा था की तू मेरे मुक़द्दर में नही,
अपने माथे की वह लकीर मीटा ली मैंने,
हर जनम सबको यहाँ पर सच्चा प्यार कहाँ मीलता है,
तेरी चाहत मे umar बीता ली मैंने,
मुझको जाने कहाँ एहसास मेरे ले जाएँ,
वक्त के हाथों से एक नज्म उठा ली मैंने,
घेरे रहती है मुझे एक अनोखी खुशबु,
तेरी यादों से हर एक सांस सजा ली मैंने,
जीसके शेरों को वह सुनके बहुत रोया था,
बस वोही एक ग़ज़ल सबसे छुपा ली मैंने!!!

simarjeet singh

"Just 4 Fun," by Ashish Bist

noreply@blogger.com (Editor at NIILM-CMS) — Mon, 15 Oct 2007 08:18:00 +0000

All my life I was waiting for the world war to happen but it never happened. Raising my hopes with Japan (nuked), Vietnam bio-degraded, cold war, kargil,WTO, and Pakistan unrest but I guess all fluke. Now I am ruined. without any textual knowledge, finally I have to open my books and make it up for my past 15 years. Not fair. Damn you militants.

ASHISH BIST

"Passing Thought," by Ashish Bist

noreply@blogger.com (Editor at NIILM-CMS) — Mon, 15 Oct 2007 08:13:00 +0000

Now, the next time you see a child wishing some uncle or aunty "NAMASTEE" (forcibly by parents) in a typical way "namastee karo uncle ko" watch that nudge of head upside down.
Its more of a awkward situation for a gen.Y guy or gal. And that nudge gets stringent and stringent as the age increases. But what really is missing or you can say vanished are those hands. Yea closing of those hand.

The ritual is gone. Its more probable for you to see it again in any American or British comedy movie or a show, or a yoga session world wide than in common Indian urban family. When I saw it in the perfect way in a British airways advertisement it felt awkward to me. Felt like " no this is not the way" but yea that was the correct way. Reason, because I never did it in a correct way.

ASHISH BIST

"The One Thousandth Man"

noreply@blogger.com (Editor at NIILM-CMS) — Wed, 10 Oct 2007 11:22:00 +0000

One man in a thousand, Solomon says,
Will stick more close than a brother.
And it's worth while seeking him half your days
If you find him before the other.
Nine hundred and ninety-nine depend
On what the world sees in you,
But the Thousandth Man will stand your friend
With the whole round world agin you.
Tis neither promise nor prayer nor show
Will settle the finding for 'ee
Nine hundred and ninety-nine of 'em go
By your looks, or your acts, or your glory.
But if he finds you and you find him,
The rest of the world don't matter;
For the Thousandth Man will sink or swim
With you in any water.
You can use his purse with no more talk
Than he uses yours for his spendings.
And laugh and meet in your daily walk As though there had
been no lendings.
Nine hundred and ninety-nine of 'em call
For silver and gold in their dealings; But the Thousandth
Man he's worth 'em all,
Because you can show him your feelings.
His wrong's your wrong, and his right's your right,
In season or out of season.
Stand up and back it in all men's sight -
With that for your only reason!
Nine hundred and ninety-nine can't bide
The shame or mocking or laughter,
But the Thousandth Man will stand by your side
To the gallows-foot - and after!

Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936)

This is a creation by Rudyard Kipling Which I wanted to share with all of you. Hope you will like it.

Vivek Singh

Friends & Friendship, by Amit Khanna

noreply@blogger.com (Editor at NIILM-CMS) — Wed, 10 Oct 2007 11:16:00 +0000

FRIENDSHIP-: What a wonderful word to read or to say. But has anyone of us ever tried to understand what this wonderful thing means? The principles of Friendship are TRUST, HELP and UNDERSTANDING.

FRIEND-: Friend is derived from the word meaning “FREE”. A friend is someone who allows us the space and freedom “to be“.

At young age, we make lots of friends. Some good – Some bad. It is up to us what sort of friends we choose because the kind of friends we choose; sooner or later, we automatically become the same kind. Real friends are those who when you have made a fool of yourself, don’t feel that you have done a permanent job. A friend is someone on whom you can depend upon. Even at midnight or in the twilight from dusk to dawn he will always be there for you and won’t complain ever if you wake him up from his sweetest dreams. So remember, “A friend in NEED is a friend INDEED “.

Friendship is not diminished by distance or time, by imprisonment or war, by suffering or silence. It is from these things that it FLOWERS.

A great English writer calls “FRIENDSHIP” the nursery of abiding bonds. A true friend always keeps the flame of bonds going even beyond this physical world. So true FRIENDS and true FRIENDSHIP are the must things for a successful living here, on this plain planet (EARTH).

Last but not the least…IN MY OPINION A FRIEND IS-:

F……………………………First
R...........Relative
I……………………………In
E……………………………Every
N...........Necessary
D……………………………Decision

Amit Khanna

Editor's comment: Congrats on winning a chocolate, also I expect the third roomie (after Kotler and you) to write something for Expressions)

"Extraordinary Happiness," by Prateek Garg

noreply@blogger.com (Editor at NIILM-CMS) — Wed, 10 Oct 2007 11:10:00 +0000

I was about to come back from Nehru Place. I went there with my friend Amit for buying some stuff for him. Before this, we were in Okhla Industrial Area for a Sales and Distribution's project at an office of Cobra Beer's CnF's office.

I was tired, and at my best, the remaining guts inside me was to drive back to hostel till I see bed. As I was taking out my bike from the Parking of Nehru Place, I was obstructed by a middle aged man.

When you are tired, irritation takes over the better part of you. This is atleast true in my case. This shaky man with moist eyes looked like a drunkard to me. As I looked upon him angrily, he said, "Beta, Ek rupaya hai....". I looked at the man judging his attire. He looked like a respectable man from Upper Middle Class. Why the hell he needs 'Ek Rupya' from me? Perhaps, he may not be having change, but still, he was wasting my time and I ws getting very irritated.

I searched my pockets for a One Rupee coin. Unable to find one, I asked Amit who was waiting for us to make a move to give this man a One Rupee coin. As he found a coin in his pockets and passed it on to this man, I asked him out of curiousity if he needed it because of not having change coins.

To my surprise, my harmless question bursted him in tears. He was crying. I and Amit, looked at each other puzzled. I told myself to keep my mouth shut.

As he took the coin from Amit, he flipped it in the pocket of my shirt. Surprised Again! The anxiety was short lived as the man started speaking. Still crying, he said, "Beta, yeh ek rupaya meri taraf se Bhagwaan ko chada dena. My son has been admitted into Bhabha Atomic Research Institute. I have just got the news, and I dont have one rupee coin to devote to Him." As tears rolled down his eyes, he took out Rs. 500 notes from his pocket as a proof saying that he had upper denomination notes but did not have a single one rupee coin."

He was concerned with the ritual of devoting money in figures of One rupee plus a round figure. (Rs. 101, 201, 501 etc.)

We were surprised to see this man crying so badly in happiness. I wish I could explain what I was watching in words. I felt truly happy for the man and was deeply moved.

Inadvertently, I had a flash of my father's words and expectations in my mind. I wish I give him the similar happiness someday.

We congratulated him. He was still crying like a kid, but it was pleasing to see him cry. I told him that it is the time to celeberate and not cry. He showered his blessings on us. I don't know why but he gave us his address and started walking off, still crying. He did not care what people might be thinking of him. As he walked away, I could see him from far. He was talking to himself, and perhaps, still crying.

I and Amit were in trance. After about two minutes I kick started my bike.

On my way back, I spotted a temple where I devoted the same One Rupee coin to the almighty who gives us happiness in so little things. Yes, I was feeling very happy from inside. That Uncle had made my day. And was I tired?

Extraordinary Happiness... Becomes divine when shared...

Prateek Garg

"Love is in the Air," by Ashish Sharma

noreply@blogger.com (Editor at NIILM-CMS) — Mon, 08 Oct 2007 09:38:00 +0000

This is one of the recent one's that i have written;

"Somehow, I tame my heart, as it takes an involuntary surge,
at the crossroads of life, where all the elements merge."

"Unsuccessfully, I try to ignore beauty, as it tries to seduce,
but also learn my lessons devotedly, realities also amuse."

"Maliciously, I adjust my sight, to observe the opposites,
but once a while, take a journey, where my almighty sits."

"Religiously , I follow the path, with grace & flair,
where my soul lives, & love is always in the air."

Ashish Sharma