"Expressions"

Search for an Editor...

2009-04-24T01:55:00.000-07:00

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

2008-08-07T00:25:00.000-07:00

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

2008-07-08T20:55:00.000-07:00

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

2008-07-08T20:45:00.000-07:00

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

2008-06-18T12:45:00.000-07:00

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

2008-05-28T12:41:00.000-07:00

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..."

2008-05-14T12:41:00.000-07:00

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"

2008-05-13T13:35:00.000-07:00

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"

2008-04-26T14:20:00.000-07:00

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"

2008-04-26T13:48:00.000-07:00

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!!!

2008-03-31T12:24:00.000-07:00

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

2008-03-28T02:25:00.000-07:00

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

2008-01-12T01:23:00.000-08:00

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

2007-12-19T01:10:00.000-08:00

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

2007-11-05T12:54:00.000-08:00

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

2007-10-29T02:47:00.001-07:00

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

2007-10-29T02:33:00.000-07:00

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

2007-10-21T07:12:00.000-07:00

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

2007-10-21T06:59:00.000-07:00

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

2007-10-15T01:18:00.000-07:00

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

2007-10-15T01:13:00.001-07:00

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"

2007-10-10T04:22:00.000-07:00

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

2007-10-10T04:16:00.000-07:00

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

2007-10-10T04:10:00.000-07:00

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

2007-10-08T02:38:00.000-07:00

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

"CHAK DE INDIA !!!," by Vivek Sir '05-07'

2007-09-30T23:36:00.000-07:00

People on both sides of the road, people on rooftops, people on walls, people on trees, people braving the rain, people bringing the city to a stop. People cheering any one who passed, people cheering anyone with a tricolor in his hand, people cheering any BEST bus passing, people sending a roar up in the air for just about anything. A cavalcade of bikers with tricolors, a cavalcade of cars with tricolors, a cavalcade of police on bikes, then a van full of dancers and DJ blaring out loud music, and then the open double decker bus with the heroes waving the tricolor. And everyone cheered the T20 world cup winners.

I was the witness to the cliché "India a cricket crazy nation" today. 60% of Mumbai came to a halt as the cricketing heroes of the nation returned from their winning escapades in South Africa. The adulation was something to be seen to be believed. Crores have been raining on these champs since the moment they lifted the coveted trophy. Dhoni and his soldiers have written history and that too against the nations archrivals. And the nation is proud of each one of them.

But what about the other heroes of the nation? Those who lay their lives every time we are up against our archrivals in a game which if lost the price you pay is nothing less than your life. Does anyone even remember these heroes? Leave alone crores, has anyone ever bothered to ask whether their families are getting a decent livelihood?

Wonder why we didn't give the Kargil heroes such a welcome? May be we were busy sulking about the Indian cricket team's performance in the 1999 World Cup.

--
Vivek Singh
Management Trainee
Indian Rayon (Aditya Birla Nuvo Ltd.)
+91-9833279404

"A Quiet Provocation" by Vivek Sir (05-07)

2007-09-25T11:42:00.000-07:00

While returning home I saw some kids roller skating on the road. They would hardly have been 7 or 8 years old. I remembered my own days as a kid. As kids we would play with tops, fly kites, play cricket or carom. But today its the age of roller skates, skate boards, dirt biking and virtual games.

These kids have been born with these gizmos in their hands. Mobile phone and Internet is taken for granted and is a "hep thing" for an 8 year old to possess. Internet is something without which homeworks are out of question. Google is the present version of the good old Britanica Encyclopedia. You aint kool if you dont have the biggest Bey Blade (most of us dont even know whats that) or if you dont watch, or play or have a set of Pokemon gizmos.

I know I am too young to talk like this but think of the time when our kids will come to this world. Blue tooth enabled appliances will be the norm. Simulated strategy games which will be played in real time would have taken the place of roller skates. The latest version of windows which would run on your palm tops would be the "Windows dont know what". The latest Pentium offering would be Pentium 10^10 ghz processor. The hottest selling toy would be "BOOMLAKUA" and I have no idea what that would be. But one thing thats for sure is that times would definitely change and so would be the Technology and we who think are using the latest technology proudly flashing our high tech gizmos in front of our friends would suddenly become outdated or in terms of an IT professional "Obsolete".

But the million dollar question is that will we be able to instill the same values, the same culture, the same ethics that our parents have given to us? Will the sense of patriotism that I somehow feel is slowly diminishing in todays youth be wiped out completely by then? Will people start becoming obsolete like Technology?

Did you say NO???

Well, think about this.........the number of divorce cases that have been on a rise steadily,the number of extra marital affairs that have been on a rise, the plight of the knowledge worker that is gaining momentum,the number of nuclear family system that on an everyday basis are reported,the deterioration of the amount of time that people spend with their families,the amount of time that people give to their children is decreasing,the number of old age homes that have been rising steadily....just to name a few.

Are we working towards our own doom?

Think about it or one day we might be "obsolete like Windows 98..."

"Discovering Ones' Mission in LIFE" By Vaishali Nanda

2007-09-18T07:42:00.000-07:00

First, I would like to tell you that you won't find it by standing
still. What's important is that you challenge yourself in something,
it doesn't matter what. Then by making consistent effort, the
direction you should take will open up before you naturally. It's
important, therefore, to have the courage to ask yourself what you
should be doing now, this very moment.

The key, in other words, is to climb the mountain that is right before
you. As you ascend its slopes, you will develop your muscles,
increasing your strength and endurance. Such training will enable you
to challenge still higher mountains. It is vital that you continue
making such efforts.

Climb the mountain in front of you. When you reach the summit, wide
new horizons will stretch out before you. Little by little, you will
understand your mission.

Those who remember they have a unique mission are actually the strong ones.
Whatever their problems, they will never be defeated. They can
transform all of their problems into catalysts for growth toward a
hope-filled future.

Life is about scaling one mountain, then facing the next one, followed
by one after that. Those who persevere and finally succeed in
conquering the highest mountain are victors in life. On the other
hand, those who avoid such challenges and take the easy route,
descending into the valleys, will surely end in defeat. To put it simply, we
have two choices in life: We can either climb the mountain before us
or descend into the valley.

Now, the choice is Yours................!!!!!!!!

"My EXPRESSION" By Lalit Aggarwal

2007-09-17T11:22:00.000-07:00

Hi my sunshine,
its my destiny to attach myself with u always
for i couldn't turn away my head from u,
and walk away from ur side.

Even for once i need to vanish from ur life
even i promise to my heart that i will be gone
only to find myself in a fix
cause i am too dearly with u,
cause u always will be my spirit,
cause u always will be my lantern in d dark.

I've seen u always as simple as u r
with or without ur notice,

even they told me that i overreacted
even they told me i am such a foolish
even they told me i am out of my mind
even they took a pity on me

But my care for u is higher than passionate,
.......my care for u is higher than sexual lust ,
.......my care for u r is based on purity,
with never wanting to stain this relationship.

I will always see this as our rainbow path
always precious n beautiful n shiny from afar

Just like me... who always will be a STAR!!

BLOGS FROM A TRAIN TO MUMBAI - Version II by Vivek Sir (05-07)

2007-09-15T11:40:00.000-07:00

"So do you want to mary her", he asked, " yes", he said. "Then whats the problem", asked the old man, "She doesnt want to marry me", he said still looking out of the window.

"So does that make you sad", said the old man, "Yes it does", Said he. "So what do u do about it", "I go to the mandir every day atleast five to six times a week" said he. "And why doesnt she want to marry you", " because she is from another religion", he said.

"Do you still meet her?" " No we are not on talking terms any more", "Why, that's so sad" said the old man. " So do you go to meet her" asked the old man. "no I don't, I go to to the mandir instead, whenever I think of god I feel I am close to her" he said.

"You should go to her as many times as possible and to the mandir only once in a while and you can tell her that you have given her a place which is higher than that of god's" the old man advised.

The sardar from Infosys Mohali smiled and continued looking outside the window, as if he was trying to search her beloveds face in the river below the bridge.

"My Muse," by Anupam Sharma

2007-09-13T10:02:00.000-07:00

The eyes of my muse are filling me with enthuse
Her Cooing in my ears is pulling the fuse
Just a little tickle on the bowels is enough to noose
‘Oh my word’ playing footsie is all about letting loose

Lemme tell you she is so very cute
Enough to make you go mute
The way she looks at me with doe-eyes
It brings a lot of delight, fun n surprise

My heart sings a different tune every time I see her frolicking
Makes me want never take me eyes off her
Her gait “blows the water out of me”
I wonder how this could this possibly be

The crooning continues day and night
Along with the ‘enamoring’ thoughts and flights
Her captivating words make me feel I never wanna move
Even when she is through I feel the vibrations in my groove

" Simple Simply Disguised …..???? ," by Srishti Gupta

2007-09-10T13:48:00.000-07:00

Too many questions…..

Too many answers….

Too many problems….

Too many solutions….

where is SIMPLE hiding…???

BUT…….

Had it been simple…… not many questions…

Had it been simple…… not many answers….

Had it been simple…… not many problems….

Had it been simple…… not many solutions….

Thought of being Simple in quest of Simple
.
.
.
.
.
Was it SIMPLE enough to understand ????

Srishti Gupta

Poetry by Ashish Sharma

2007-09-10T13:41:00.000-07:00

"I close my gleaming eyes, & just go straight,
into the beautiful valley, across a golden gate."

"I take these baby steps, as the beauty is divine,
orchids smelling like holy essence, sky with a notorious shine."

"I hold the leaves, & slowly dance on the cloud,
as clear blue water, rushes past & smiling aloud."

"I light up a candle , as darkness sets in,
the beaming moonlight, purifies each & every sin."

" My soul runs freely, mingled with the wind,
as heavens whisper slowly, 'there's something i can find'."

" Beyond the closed eyelids, lies a splendid fate!,
a breathtaking ride, magnificient beauty & ....... a soul mate."

I hope u all would like it. I am sorry but i write without any titles................

Ashish Sharma

"God’s Greatest Gift," by Anupam Sharma

2007-09-08T11:16:00.001-07:00

Take off just five minutes from your busy schedule to read this. May be you will acknowledge the God’s greatest.

Whether you’re flying high or crawling, winning or losing, cruising or struggling there are always two people in this world who will be there for you, giving you love, support, protection, taking care of you, nurturing you

Those two people are your parents. It may sound a little clichéd but we are all a reflection of two beings, which fill our life with their tenderness. No matter how selfish a person may be but there is one role in life where he/she will give his all, under all circumstances and in every condition, and that role is of a parent.

In their fold is the greatest peace in the world and in their feet it’s heaven for all.
Rich or poor, literate or illiterate make all the sacrifices that they can just see a smile on their children’s face. Each and every inch in their heart is filled with love for their little ones.

They foster us for twenty years shaping our thoughts and us. Whenever you find you’re alone treading a lonely path there are two persons in this world you can fall back on without any inhibition. If you feel choked they will give you their breath. No amount of dedication is better than that of a parent. They are ready to brave the storm for you & they will quietly take it on themselves without even you noticing or knowing it.

They turn into immortal beings ready to take on the world to protect you. They cast aside all their fears to alleviate your fears, provide us inspiration to be whatever we want to be.
Their commitment can never be questioned nor can their dedication.

If it was in their hands they will make the world most beautiful place for their children, they will make their lives hell to make us live in heaven.

If we dedicate our whole lives to them even then we can’t even pay back for a single moment they’ve loved us for each second in their lives. Be it sun or rain, gain or pain their love will never wither, their blessings will remain with you forever and ever.

That’s why parents are the God’s greatest gift because your god is in them.

I would like to close with this Quote from Chuck Palahniuk

" Your parents, they give you your life, but then they try to give you their life. "

Anupam Sharma

"The Monsoon Side of Life," by Sunil John

2007-09-05T11:00:00.000-07:00

The first drizzle in the state and standing near a roadside "chai-wala" I see everybody running for cover under the roof. Heavy breeze before the shower brings in ample quantity of wind filled with dust. Soon the wind turns heavy n some weak billboards are off their place. Children hide themselves behind their mother who had just finished with their days school.

Suddenly there is large outburst of water all over the place. It seems as if the heaven doors are
opened to bring a much needed relief from the tiring heat. Sipping thru my tea the downpour just fastens n some droplets fall in my cup but still I don't feel bad. I walk past the droplets and feel the droplets against my face. Oh the rejuvenation felt is just better than any creams available in the market.

Time is less 2 submissions to be made next day but the amazing weather change take my legs to a garden which is filled with freshly drizzled raindrops. Greenery, water n me – u never feel so loved by nature ever before. I slip off my slippers n roll up my jeans n walk thru the grass while the rain still heavies on me. I brush through the trees , care for the new flowers, plants & find a new positive energy being built in me. Feeling the nature's beauty is such an amazing experience.

Half an hour of stroll in the rain rejuvenated me completely. Mixed in so many emotions I just have to ask u, when was the last time u felt so close to nature… ??

Sunil John

Quotes and a Poem, by Arshdeep Mahajan

2007-09-05T10:52:00.000-07:00

Girl is a synonym of Beauty and Nature ---Arsh
Always keep a child alive inside you, to not let you become a part of mob of crores of adults,
giving this world an ugly face.---Arsh
If you want to grown up as a human, you have to learn till your last breath.---Arsh

and a poem just came across my mind while thinking bout the numerous work v need to do in the upcoming two or three months.

Things seems to be a little bit complicated now,
Dont know which way the wind will blow,
Yes i am concerned about all of us,
How will we find which way to go.

Arshdeep Mahajan

Some additions from the Editor;
Can we live upto the expectations
or will the hesitation within us show
No matter which way the wind blows
we will surely reach the desired shores......

(may the force be with us, amen)
Achint

"The Girl in Red," by Vivek Sir ( 05-07 )

2007-09-02T02:09:00.000-07:00

Blogs from a train to Mumbai:

The slipper in her left leg slipped out of her leg, so she pulled at her mothers hands and her mother let her go. She went back to take her slippers but saw a piece of gems (oval shaped chocolate filled candy which we all loved when we were kids and I still love them) lying there and forgot about the slipper. Picked up the gems instead and walked up to her mom. But then she realised that she had only one slipper on. So she released her other slipper from its obligations too.

But mom was angry as to why did she picked up a gems from the ground and asked her to throw it off. So with a heavy heart she went back to the place, where she had picked up the gems, and droped it. Picked up her slippers and went back to her mom. But she came back in a while just to check whether her beloved gems was still there.

Thats what happens to us all the time, why do we have to throw away the gems and pick up the slippers? Why cant we have what we think is good for us and not what others think is good for us?

This we are taught from an early age and thats why we end up living somebody elses life and not our own. We are always bound by obligations and seldom have time for ourselves or for our feelings.

When will I be able to live my life? May be one day will come....

--
Vivek Singh
Management Trainee
Indian Rayon (Aditya Birla Nuvo Ltd.)

The Wraith (Chap. 2), by Anupam Sharma

2007-08-25T10:43:00.000-07:00

The time to cross the Rubicon had come. Blignaut’s palms were on the pistol & even in this cold weather a drop of sweat emerged on his palm. The figure came closer and Blignaut felt short of breath. But he waited and he felt his arms jamming as the next moment a frail figure stood close to him.

“You lost” muttered the infirm body.
d N n n no, just g got my t t tyre stuck up” Blignaut stuttered

Tension was written all over blignaut’s face.
“May be I can be of some help, I am staying just round the corner” native said
That statement relaxed Blignaut for a moment but he soon grew skeptical and thought “what is this person doing here at this time”. But he didn’t ask the question for he feared the same question thrown back at him.

Soon the native was at it, pushing the jeep out.
The native introduced himself as George and asked for a lift for, where else, Tacorn.
The engine roared and they were off amidst a strange situation where it was silent only a few moments ago but suddenly the birds and animals had come out howling and wailing as if something has suddenly gone horribly wrong.
Petrifying enough to make most men on earth wet their pants.

On their way to Tacorn Blignaut kept on thinking how he got into this muddle.
At around 4 pm he had gone to his friend’s place who knew something strange & secretive about Blignaut’s family and was going to tell him.

But as soon as he reached there his face grew red seeing his moribund friend with knife stabbed in his chest.

He wanted to say something but before he could he passed away in Blignaut arms.
Strangely enough the police was there in the nick of time. Blignaut was arrested on charges of murder and was apprehended.

“How can I prove my innocence?” that is all what Blignaut thought. There was no hope. He knew it was a set up. But how could he prove it? How did police know about it even though nobody was there in the house? Did his friend call the police?
Blignaut thought the kind of state his friend was in it was impossible to even move let alone make a call.

And most importantly what was the secret his friend was going to tell him before he was polished off.

Blignaut knew he had to run away. And then Blignaut saw a ray of hope

To be continued…

"Problems Are Ready Made, Solutions are Tailor Made" by Akshay Anand

2007-08-24T03:04:00.000-07:00

In our life, since our childhood, everyone must have faced the same difficulties what all of us have faced. Maybe in the Preliminary School forgetting to do our homework on time, or managing to pass "farahe" in the examination hall , or now meeting with deadlines or targets given to us.

All these hassels are basically the same set of problems what each one of us face except, we all use our own "Ingenuity" to come out them, some lucky lads n lasses pass with flying colors while some are not that much fortunate enough. All the problems which we encounter are Ready Made like that of a garment being sold in a retail outlet, but the solutions are more like simple piece of cloth which is lying there, it purely depends on us how do we use are creativeness to make this simple cloth in to a well tailor made suit for yourself.

You are Special, by Anupam Sharma

2007-08-21T23:52:00.000-07:00

It has never been this way
I never thought you would say
It was just the last day
N you expressed it in a glorious way

Words never were truer
Voxes never profounder
It used to be so painful
but believe me now it’s beautiful

Sun and moon cease to be mere celestial objects
When your eyes make ‘em reflect
When I look at them I wonder whether they‘re glistening
or it’s your eyes that are twinkling

I hear music flowing when you talk
It’s like an ensemble waiting to rock
Don’t ever let it hold back
It can break a heart into thousand wracks

Share your Thoughts...

2007-08-20T10:54:00.000-07:00

Share your Thoughts……
..Share your stories
Free your Mind………Free your Imagination……
……Because EXPRESSIONS is here to help you know yourself Better!!!

MBA, as we all know it leaves hardly anyone to get over their studies and what is left at the end of the day is an attempt to just relax. Relaxation comes in many forms but what we know for sure is letting oneself treading in the path of usually known as “Unconscious Mind”.

And that is where most of our thought processing takes place even if we our pretty much senseless to figure them out. And sometimes to our own amazement we seem to retain some of what actually went through in our semi comatose mind but our “everyday passings” happen to draw a blank the moment we confront all those usual tidings of the day back again!!!

So, why not put them into writing when they are so vulnerable to be erased off our memory??

Taking the first ever unique initiative, Batch of 2006-08 of NIILM-CMS brings forth the CMS Blog called “Expressions” which gives its students a platform to broaden the horizons of their own mind by showcasing not only their flair for writing but also releasing their mental constructions in a way which can be shared with everyone.

Many of us have the capability of eloquently expressing our thoughts and imaginations but this effort is by far stifled as we are devoid of any such platforms and the same acquires the status of being just another latent talent. Through this blog we invite all those “budding, aspiring or writing for one’s own leisure purpose people” to let their talent come onto the fore.Students are free to post anything that they think is worthy of putting into writing and be viewed by others provided it bears the tag of genuinity and uniqueness. The posts may be articles, poems, ones personal experiences, or updates/ comments about the recent news doing the rounds.

Lastly we definitely would like to request our juniors to please take our endeavor forward in the times to come so as to breed not only an enthusiasm towards the art of writing but also enhancing the skill of putting our profound expressions into the form of writing.

Editors: Sancheeta Mazumdar, Achint Madhra

THE WRAITH, by Anupam Sharma

2007-08-17T13:11:00.000-07:00

It was bucketing down in 13 crosstown as blignaut with only $50 in his pocket is stuck in a morass at the end of the town leaving for the big city Tacorn. His grandmother was living alone in a posh home in Tacorn. She was 70 but more active than many women of her age and meticulous too. It wasn’t easy to befool her.

Blignaut’s jeep was making a squelching noise and his feet were slipping trying to push the jeep out of the mire.

He has been thinking how after committing the murder he had talked his grandmother into giving him refuge from the “stalkers” who were after him trying to usurp the secret formula he had got.

13 cross-town always had this creepy and gloomy about it with the thick forest cover around and rustling of the leaves perennially. But tonight it was even spookier and blignaut’s heart skipped a beat with fear his in heart and worry written all over his face.
There was different nimbus about the place tonight.

No animal noises, no footfalls just the blustery wind and patting of rain giving rise to sort of deafening silence, good enough to make a native think twice before treading the path. But Blignaut had no option because death was staring him in the face. As Blignaut looked back he had choice, the haven was 50 miles away and he was fugitive panting and somehow thinking on what could be his last night.

As he tried to take the jeep out of boggy ground he saw a figure moving close to him at a brisk pace. Could it be a native or could it be police as those thoughts ran through his mind he drew his hands closer to his pocket which had a .64 bore pistol. He certainly didn’t want to commit one more crime.

“Should I run or wait” Blignaut thought of what seemed like eternity, with no apparent answer. As the thoughts engulfed his mind the footfalls grew louder and louder. It was time to take decision.

TO BE CONTINUED…

Motivation (Thinking)

2007-08-01T10:12:00.000-07:00

If flowers know how to blossom,
Raindrops know where to fall
Why is it that one doesn’t realize
With every step your soul grows tall

It’s in the mind that we start to think,
It helps to grow and not to shrink
When every person has a thought of his own,
Then why is it that it’s not shown

You show the world what you possess
It’s on them, how to assess
The world will bow n it’s for sure
and if they don’t then it’s for their own

The world is harsh as it has to be
What you do is maybe destiny
Blaming on luck is a fool’s desire
Never ever blow the burning fire

It’s not easy n that I can say
Better not be late or you’ll have to pay.

Achint...

"The Question"

2007-07-29T09:53:00.000-07:00

They are the ones that obtrude upon our consciousness whether we may like it or not,

the ones that make our mind start vibrating like a jackhammer,

the one that we "come to terms with" only to discover that they are still there.

The real questions refuse to be placated. They barge into our life at the times when it seems most important for them to stay away. They are the questions asked most frequently and answered most inadequately,

the ones that reveal their true natures slowly yet reluctantly, but most often against our own will.

Pity......we never ever possess answers to such "QUESTIONS"

Sancheeta....

Gouri Shankar brings forward "POLLEN"

2007-07-26T12:39:00.000-07:00

Myriad impressions of the scenic landscape interspersed with enchanting mountains and rainy clouds, edenic gardens, lush greenlawns and picturesque images of the flora and fauna crowd upon my mind as I seek to greet and address you here, in the lap of CMS. Ecstasy emanating from a stimulating environment blends with strong feelings of love for my alma mater as I ponder over the idea of welcoming you all to Pollen, a space of my own.

POLLEN

"Pollen", the very name suggests the allegory, a desire to sprawl, spread, unfold and radiate. This wall magazine is concerned with the finer sense and sensibility of budding architects of the corporate arena. It deals with an aspect based on our instincts, desires and ambitions. Whatever social, legal or ethical frameworks are prescribed for us, "Pollen" aims at projecting, revealing those with their most instinctual elements. India is now passing through a momentous phase of transformings(thanks to the new lingo delegated by the US Govt. recently that India is no more a developing country) in practically every field despite manifold obstacles. New vistas are confronting us with hopes and challenges. I wish my brethren to spread out in the global footpaths, to pollinate, "to strive, to seek, to find and not to yield", and to enlighten themselves and the society through multifaceted dimensions of striving, and of course through the ultimate-art, literature, culture and humanities. I wish "Pollen" new feathers, flying colours.

Sancheeta (Editor-in-Chief)

2007-07-21T14:55:00.000-07:00

"WHO AM I"
a question that keeps befuddling my Mind.......some say you are here for a purpose and that purpose is interlaced with my Existence!!
shall i really take that to be true???
I feel am yet another puppet of some undiscernible omnipotence which has the strings of my destiny in its clutches.....neither can i breakfree with all my might nor can i sustain the harsh reality which has fortuitously jst dawned upon me!!
Taking all this in my stride....life jst goes on to be an oppressive dilemma too hard to endure.
A brutish saga that is disposed to inflict unsettling realizations,
a neverceasing journey of startling contradictions.
Yet we all hold on to it despite apprehending the futilty of all,
yet we all try to build castles in the air despite perceiving the frivolity of all.
Predestinately I am one of them!!!

Language is no barrier...

2007-07-21T12:26:00.000-07:00

किसी भी भाषा का प्रयोग कर सकतें हैं...

Achint (Editor-in-chief) Introduces himself:

2007-07-20T01:59:00.000-07:00

True in thought n deep in feeling,
Many say I show too much of thinking;
Make hay when the sun shines
But have a soul that’s true n divine.

Many say I have friends too many
I say that it’s a trait I possess
Not all are true; not all are there
Yes, this is what have I assessed