Sunday, August 19, 2012

The Social Network Effect

Like, Share, Tag, Tweet, Retweet, Follow, Plus1, Pin etcetera etcetera, these words may sound alien to many of the elders but I'm damn sure that almost every student reading this is familiar with these words. How can we not be? These words are a part of our everyday routine. The day starts with a tweet on twitter and ends up with responding to messages and comments on Facebook. Pinning some pictures on pinterest and hanging out on Google+ is also essential. We can somehow manage without food & water but not without Internet even for a day, it's like getting trapped in a void, and getting disconnecting from the world.

There are so many USPs of it. Social education, social music, social videos, social news & social everything. Wanna talk to some friends? Just click! Wanna go shopping? Just click! Wanna entertain yourself? Just click! Nowadays, you can just click to do almost anything, it's easy, convenient & cool. And this conference made me realize that all the social networking addict students' days are almost same. Waking up, going to school, gossiping about social networks, coming back to home, before anything else turning on computer, checking notifications & messages & replying to them, eating lunch only when it's impossible to survive without it, skipping the dinner and then in bed networking once again on phone. Seeing their routine, it can be easily concluded that not only thousands or millions but even billions & trillions merely waste their days, months, years & sometimes ages on social networks.

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The Dream Of Flying (Poem)


The poem  a read is a poem about a desire, a strong desire to be free. To get from of the invisible cages of the world, to get liberty of the ageless chains of the self, in which we're always trapped. To find that never ending glee, to see that simple smile on everyone's face. Yes, it's a dream hard to come true but that's something which makes it with dreaming. You're also invited to my divine place. So, at least for a moment, leave everything & come flying with me.
When the sun rises up high in the sky,
I wake up with a dream of flying there high.
Like a bird, who's set free to fly,
Without any bounds, no need to be shy.
With almost no worries or a single tear,
Where not even death is a reason to fear.
Doesn't matter what people think about you,
In a heaven of freedom, where tensions are few.
A world without any profit or loss,
A space where you are your own boss.
Where everyone's voice is heard,
And not everyone's supposed to be a nerd.
Where not everyone needs to be fake,
At least one chance is given to mend your mistake.
Somewhere out of these conservative jails,
Some place simple where only truth prevails.
Where you don't have to think a hundred times about your actions,
Where you future isn't decided by shapes, equations or fractions.
Living in a universe full of material possessions,
Waiting to overcome these meaningless obsessions.
Though, you still can't stop me from flying,
Even if you cut my wings and set me dying.
To break all bonds, often I try,
But then I remember,"even the birds are chained to the sky".
Bob Dylan once said "no one is free",
But how can the same phrase be everyone's destiny?
I hopefully am waiting for that bright day,
When even the birds will get free from the chains of the skyway.
I'm sure, in that dawn of freedom I'll awake,
And not only for me but for everyone's sake.
Until then, the sun will always continue to rise,
And this sweet dream will keep sparkling in my eyes...


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Saturday, April 21, 2012

A Lost Day (Poem)

A day which I have lost,
The past which is now impossible to change.
The time which I’ve no control over,
Few moments which are now out of my range.

Chances which were always screwed up,
Opportunities which were often messed up with.
I wish it’d ended up as a nightmare,
I wish it’d be just a myth.

I wish I could’ve got back in the time,
And done it all a better way.
If I could’ve reconstructed the moments,
Or simply undone them & walked away.

Wondering what life would have been like,
If it all had somehow worked out.
It’d be damn better than whatever I’ve seen,
I can say that without any doubt.

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Friday, April 6, 2012

Unspoken Words (Poem)


A litle introduction before actual poem!!We often have things, secrets or feelings in our hearts, which we want to share with someone but sometimes we don't find anyone. Sometimes we have people close to our heart too but we can't understand how to convey what we feel. And sometimes we leave things on the time only & leave those things, generally, with perception that, maybe I'll be able to say all this later. But sometimes we never ever get another chance & those things are buried along with us & left unsaid, forever. This poems is about those talks & conversations which unfortunately never happen..

Words which were left unspoken,
Dreams which were small yet broken.
Ideas which were plagiarized,
Ambitions which were minimized.
It’s not that I didn't want to say,
I just couldn’t understand how to convey.
Sometimes I was too low to be heard,
And sometimes I kept staring like a nerd.
Sometimes my lips were frightfully trembling,
And sometimes everyone thought I was just mumbling.
Stupidly waited for someone to hear me,
Whereas I muttered a few words merely.
Too much discouraged to try to speak,
Everybody ignored me, as if I was a freak.
Sometimes I was too cowardly to dare,
And when I blared, no one seemed to care.
Often I tried to be polite,
Even then I was told to keep quiet.

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Safar (Hindi Poem)


Jeevan ke is safar me
Main thoda thak gaya hoon
Mujhe soya rehne do
Adhoore reh gaye khwabon me
Meethi si kuchh yaadon me
Abhi khoya rehne do
Jaagne ki chaah nahi hai
Safar wahi par raah nayi hai
Saari jhoothi shaan gayi hai
Kachcha ab imaan nahi hai
Shakhs wahi hai mere andar
Lekin ab pehchaan nayi hai
Bheed me tha jo kho gaya
Jaane kya tha usko ho gaya
Jiske kuchh sapne the
Aur dil me apne the
Kisi se nahi koi gila hai
Raste me jo bhi ab mila hai
Jaane na wo kaun apna paraya
Sabhi ko to hai usne sataya
Har pal ye shaks saath hai mere
Kaise khud se ab mukh fere
Kabhi wo bhi waqt aayega
Jab khud ko ye shaks paayega
Khud se jab ye waqif hoga
Is safar ko anjaam tabhi haasil hoga
Tab tak mujhe sone do
Khwabon me khone do

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Sunday, April 1, 2012

With efforts & hope, All dreams come true...

The common perception is that,"Not all dreams come true, not all desires fulfill & we can't get all things we want & we should forget uncompleted targets & keep moving forward with life." But I don't agree with this concept, I think one shall soever keep trying to get targets achieved until eternity. You can't just leave something in middle just because you suddenly realized that it's gonna be a difficult task, you can't just let your previous efforts go in vain just because you suddenly lost your hope of completing the task. Once you've started a journey, don't think about the upcoming difficulties & challenges you're gonna face on path, think about the satisfaction of completing the journey which you'll feel on reaching destination. Falling several times might be written in your destiny but your destiny will be decided by your decision to get up and continue or sit right there & curse the fate. The main thing is that you have to continue your efforts & keep trying. You might fail several times but if you keep striving vigorously, you eventually will succeed, your dreams will some day come true for sure. You never know how close you are. Never give up on your dreams... They might come true when not needed anymore, they might come true when not wanted anymore, they might come true when they're of no use but sometimes journey is more important than the destination. Feeling of starting something is better than feeling of not even daring to try & feeling of completion is far better than feeling of hopelessly giving up.

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Saturday, March 10, 2012

Ye Pal - A Hindi Poem About Childhood

Ye pal jald hi beeta kal ban jaayenge,
Shayad ye bhi kuchh to yaad aayenge.
Wo der se roz school jaana,
Roz homework na karne ka ek naya bahana.
Shararat karke teacher se nazrein churana,
Aur pakde jaane par daant khaana.
Class me garv se jawab batana,
Aur sahi hone par inaam paana.
Phir humara foola na samana,
Ghanto tak aise hi itrana.
Pareeksha ke liye jaane se pehle ghabrana,
Aur cheating karte pakda jaana.
Chhupa chhupi khelte hue washroom me chhip jaana,
Aur khel poora hone tak baahar hi na aana.
Chhuti ka wo lamba intezaar,
Weekend to jaise laaye bahaar.
Sunday to tha jaise ek tyohaar,
Chahta tha man, aaye yeh din baar baar.
School na jaane ke the bahaane hazaar,
Par kheench hi leta tha doston ka pyaar.
Samay ka dariya pal bhar me hota tha paar,
Jab sang hote the sab yaar.
Wo yaaron ko satana,
Unka naaraaz hokar rooth jaana.
Phir unhe laad se manaana,
Hum sabka wo andaaz mastaana.

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Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Dhool Si Yaadein (Hindi Poem)

Dhool si yaadein bikhar jaayengi 
Pal bhar me baatein badal jaayengi 
Kuchh na bachega paas tere 
Phir kya karega dil tu mere 
Mujhko itna bata de 
Mujhko itna bata de 

Dukh ki ye aandhi mit jaayegi 
Andheri raatein dhal jaayengi 
Gum ke baadal ye chhant jaayenge 
Masti ke lamhe wo phir aayenge 

Kuchh bhi ho, phir na tu rona 
Muskaan apni kabhi na ye khona 
Jeevan hai tera, koi daud nahi hai 
Man ki awaazein shor nahi hain


Kya khoya hai, kya paaya hai 
Isi me saara jeevan bitaya hai 
Aaj yun hi man me ek khyaal aaya hai 
Khwabon ke peechhe bhaag bhaag kar aakhir me kya paaya hai 
Mujhko itna bata de 
Mujhko itna bata de 

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Sunday, January 15, 2012

The World (Poem)

The World, it seems to be very lovely 
But all the people here aren't so bubbly
The world, with a lovely sky 
Where a bird is like a spy
The world, with things which might be wrong or right
To get something here, sometimes you've to do fight
The world, Here you've to follow some rules
But people who actually do so, are called fools
The world, with really different creatures
All of them with very unique features
The world, full of people who are stupid
Colours of life here are very vivid
The world, some people here are very rude
Surviving here isn't just about food
The world, where same thing differs from mind to mind
Only a few people are here actually hearty kind

The world, it seems to be too different
From it, everything came & to it, went
The world, with each & every different trend
Everything which started here, here only did end

The world, finally there's no conclusion 
Sometimes I think, maybe it's just an illusion...

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