a quest for change

“I thought to change the society for betterment,
But society explained me “stop talking like anti –social element”.
“it’s not one man thing”.
“I thought to fight against illiteracy,
But literates explained me, “Stop talking like illiterates!”.
” it’s not one man thing”.
“I thought to fight against corruption,
But vigilantes explained me,” stop talking like corrupt orator”.
” it’s not one man thing”.
Then I decided to give these thoughts rest,
And I decided to strive for the best.
I promised to work on “stop talk, start walk.”
And set eyes on opportunities like hawk.
Searching for the man so that it should not remain one man thing,
The man who can add fire to my wing.
In quest of this search I ended with glory and glee,
I got the man who was in similar search like me.
He was also fighting for the change, tying his laces for old revenge.
The revenge against corrupts, the revenge against stagnation.
And uniting the society against old segregation.
I was loud he was silent, but our thinking proved equally violent,
Our each and every idea is extremely dangerous and strange,
Because this is our way how we quest for change…

have you ever thought?

How would you have felt when…?
You are roaming cheerfully and someone slaps you,
If you wish someone and reply was “mind your business”.
If you congratulate someone and he replies “are u jealous of me?”
This was your part, now toss the coin and see what tail is:
A child crying for 2 breads and you laugh at him,
Have you ever thought how he would have felt then?
You are enjoying smoke of cigar and your father discovered you,
Have you ever thought how he would have felt then?
Ma showering her affection and you started shouting in front of her,
Have you ever thought how she would have felt then?
Pa killed his desires for you and you are crushing their dreams,
Have you ever thought how he would have felt then?
You spoke wrong words for teacher and he was standing behind you,
Have you ever thought how he would have felt then?
You always gave false justification to your crafty mind,
Have you ever thought what your moral values have felt then?
Wait for a while and ask yourself:
Which slap was harder?
Slap on your face or “slaps” you have impressed on heart of others!!

because she is my ......

When i rejoiced,she celebrated.
When I cried,she consolidated.
Whenever I was wrong,she always corrected
I always made her angry, she never over-reacted.
She is far away from me,
But no one is as closer as is she.
Whenever I failed in life’s test,
She encouraged to prepare for rest.
Though life’s path is full of turns and twists,
I have always found her holding my wrist.
Whenever I close my eyes,I discover her in front of me,
Because she is the only reason of my all glories and glee.
She always think that one day she will be forgotten,
But my dear!without you every scene is rotten.
I never show but I miss you a lot,
I never call you because you always identify my weeping throat.




Wether I am 27826 or top of the order,your affection never bother,
That’s why you are world’s best mother.

because i have reasons to write...

My feelings stride, so I have reasons to write.
Lots of frusturation prevails inside,it is only weapon to fight.
I wish to make you aware of my vision.
Read me or not its your decision.
Bit of global concerns and a lot of laughter bombs I drop,
Something is superhit and sometime every thing is flop.
I don’t know why “others” think I am eating their time,
But it never concerns sharpness of mighty pen of mine.
When you read my feeling,I keep my fingers cross.
What I need is a bit of encouragement and a bit of applause.
Criticism is the biggest prize you can award,
I never feel wrong in this regard.
I am better, you can make me the “BEST”.
Its nothing like orders ,its my humble request.

because you are in first year!!

Keep your bolts down because you are in first year.
Stay away from canteen and nescafe,
You have no right to enjoy chilling frappe.
Keep your mouth shut in front of senior,
You are a petty “jangu” and not any pioneer.
Keep staring third button for most of the time,
Stepping out of VBH is your biggest crime.
Just learn your list and name of your direct,
Brace up yourself to listen abuse in every dilect.
Posters are your destiny,just paste them,
Seniors are your lords,just face them.
The beauty of NIT is very adorable,
But top floor of KBH is equally horrible.
“gacch” and “mast” are mere words for first year,
Let’s change its name from first year to FRUSTY-YEAR.

to calculate success probability of proxy in class which is 50% absent

Requirements:a lot of confidence,ample amount of guts,a bench in middle of classroom
Theory: in colleges and universities, bunks and attendance shortage is the most common phenomenon.
Mathematically,the probability of getting attendance short is given by:
P(A.S.)=number of bunks/proxy factor.
As proxy factor increases in the magnitude ,the probability of getting attendance short decreases.
Proxy factor is also dependent on various factors like unity among batchmates,experience of “proxy king”,etc.
The risk for “proxy king increases as the number of already given proxies increases . the experiment become almost impossible if number of the students authentically present in the class are less than 50%.
Procedure:
1.select a suitable bench(especially bench in the middle.)
2.give your own attendance in very soft voice because that is safe call for you.
3.while making proxy,look into the eyes of lecturer with full confidence.
4.as soon as target roll number is called, give a loud reply with your right hand waving in air. Don’t lose your confidence at this moment otherwise explosion may take place.
5.to make multiple proxies,hide your face behind any other student and change your pitch drastically.
Obsevations and calculations:
Total number of students=N
Number of students present=N/2
Total experienced proxy masters in the class=a(say)
Total unexperienced proxy masters=b(say)
Thus,probable success rate of proxy is given (in ideal situation ) =0.25*(a+0.25*b)/total number of proxy clashes
Precautions:
1. Do not mess with attentive and highlt tempered teacher.
2. If caught,search for innovative excuse.
3. Don’t repeat the steps 4 and 5 is someone has already got caught.
4. Keep changing your seat while making multiple proxies.
5. Be careful while making proxy of a guy absent on previous day.
Sources of error:
1. clashes between proxies of two or more proxy masters.
2. If third person laughs in betwwen the roll call.
3. Repitition of same roll number by the lecturer more than once.

once there was bill gates who lived in a slum

Recently I came across “slumdog millionaire”,the movie that brought bags of glory and appreciations to the indian cinema.but that movie afreshed my experience of visit to one of the biggest slum area of Delhi during my scouting. The lads playing and hovering around in that area were in high spirits and their energy level was making stinky environment out there full of enthusiasm to explore the source of their energy level. My heart suddenly asked my head of the department,”how they can be happy?”
I meanwhile, I saw a smart boy passing cute smile at me.without losing any time, I quickly approached him and shook my hand with him. He greeted me like an army personnel! 
That boy was staring my face and passing a very faint grin continuously. His built gave me glimpse of an underfed boy but one can easily discover millions of dreams brimming his eyes.without losing time, I asked him,”what is your aim in life?”
The answer was equally astronishing,”I wish to become a computer foist like Bill Gates!”.the answer and accent of his english was all the way unexpected. I further enquired,”do you know Bill Gates?” He answered very innocently ,”everyone in this area knows him very well”. After a break he continued,”kya mast computer chalata hai woh;he lives in this house only.” He pointed towards a pipeline nearby. He added,”his master sends him to school in nearby locality for serving snacks and tea during lunch time; he has learned english and computer from there only. He teaches english and computers to me also. I have never seen computer in my life,but I can do anything on computer “. His buoyancy amused me and instigated me to inquire about that ‘Indian’ Bill Gates. but suddenly I heard noise of mass crying as loud as possible,”koi billu ko bachao”!! I rushed quickly and inquired into the matter . a boy of age 13 was lying on the ground with almost half burnt body . one person from crowd approached me and said,”sahib,yeh to roj ka hai, kaam nahi karega to yahi hoga”.
All my enthusiasm vanished in the filth of slum as soon as saw the death of dreams of “Bill gates “ and heard screams of Billu “aage se school nahi jaunga sahib, aaj maaf kar do”. 
That ever-smiling boy also vanished in the crowd just like shattered dreams of one more “slumdog who was actually billionaire “ in thoughts and ideas!!!

WHY??

Why??
Why mumbai is trumbling and terror is grumbling?
  Why kashmir is red and humanity is dead?
Why there is Mumbai- Bihar mess-acre?
  Are you listening mr. thackerey?
Why feelings are getting diminished? 
  Instead of boundaries, friendship is getting finished.
Even our homes are not secure place,
  Oh god! What happened to your grace?
Why my country is wounded and full of cuts?
  Listen mr. terrorirsts,this is your fear not guts!
This is not the world of my dreams.
  Brimmed of howls,growls and screams.
Though globe is hibernated and weeping,
  youth is silent but not sleeping.
We will rise and make this creation heaven,
  We are not gonna accept another 9/11.
Lets rise and give our best try,


 And put full stop to this fiercy WHY??