The Campus Story!!

I've never been so good waking up early on a weekend morning, as all the other days I wash my brain at the campus sitting in the classroom and attending labs that are not worth. To me Engineering has become just another part of the day which I have to go through no matter what comes. I drag myself every morning to sit on the table spreading butter on mah toast while swallowing orange juice in small sips and think How the hell I'm gonna help this planet being an Engineer? And here comes Mommy's face in front of ma eyes and my eyes go wide open; "this is how it is and this is how it has to be" i think and walk to the bus stop.

Walking hardly takes 10 mins and there I reach to the stop waiting for the bus to come and this thought pops up again... "Why do I have to do this to myself? Its okay I scored less in my boards but it hardly matters. Who the hell is bothered what I do until i give sumthing good to the society? Why shouldn't I be What I want to?.........Constructing building and designing homes n offices isnt a bad job! And I have it inside me like imagining a empty land into a large construct of bricks and cement and glass...." And everyday the same thing continues. Nobody gets affected except me, Obviously who the hell wants to solve my problem? Nobody. Thinking this the whole day goes and I fall on bed totally exhausted!

I forgot to set an alarm the other day and woke up at 8:00..!! Just had half n hour to get ready for the bus.
First, I made sure I had the fastest shower possible. That's difficult. I love long, hot showers,Who the hell doesn't?? It's probably the most peaceful part of the day. Dressing up in my favourite white t-shirt and a dark blue jeans I rushed to the kitchen, picking up two pieces of toasts and holding them in mouth rushed towards the door, running and reaching the stop almost on time to miss the bus.Whoo i enter and think still chewing the hardend piece of the bread wrapped in the tissue,"how fast my life has become? Should I take a break and stand and look around where I am, what I am doing? Huff! Life has to be fast paced in this fast growing world, I never knew that somebody would come in shower me with emotions that it would change my perspective of looking at life!!

My bus has the worst crowd ever I thought when my thoughts got interrupted by a group of students merry making (shouting and singing at the top of their voice. They dont hav ettiquetes) sitiing at the back seats of the gaint moving vehicle. What do they think of themselves? Dont they understand there are many people travelling along with them and they too have their personal things to talk and think. I hate the atmosphere in there. With an angry face I looked around myself and saw a boy and a girl sitting opposite to me. The boy was coaxing the girl to let him drop a peck on her cheek. My anger vanished n i started laughing inside as I cudn't laugh in front of them and looked out of the window. And suddenly I felt a jolt in my back; the driver had pressed the break hard as the bus was in full speed.Everybody got shocked;I raised myself from the seat and looked ahead in curiosity what the hell went wrong for him doing so. A cow had come in front of the bus from nowhere; it could have taken so many lives sitting in.The bus resumed its drive as everybody setteled down and I going back to my seat looked around to observe how this small incident had changed the moods of the people. The boy opposite who wanted a peck was angry on the driver as due to the break the gurl hit her forehead on the back of the seat in front of her, the students at the back who were howling at top of their voices had settled and didnt speak anything;the only noise I could hear was of the bus making its way to the college and the the sound of the horn everytime the driver pressed it.And the jouney to the Engineering heaven (hell) came to an end, for i reached there and did nothing intresting at all.

My campus is almost 20 kms. from my home and it takes about a 60 min. bus ride to take me there. All the way I make sure not to read as my eyes get strained; all I have left to do is either open my laptop and work or listen to a music number on my ipod!
And in case if someone is sitting next to me then chatter with them on not so intrested topics and make myself bored. Reaching campus all I have to do is go to the class, sit there and keep staring at the faculty who is either taking a roll call or telling us their ratofied story notes they have been preparing since last night.

The canteen is again the worst place as whatever food items are printed on the menu are never available and whatever is available is not at all i repeat not at all safe to eat. you should die of hunger but not eat there. And then the labs are fun to be because you have no practicals to do actually just move around the lab and chatter with the guy you have a crush on(thats what all the gurls in my batch do!) and then go out back to the class. "Where the hell is life here?" I think. "Who the hell says Engineering is fun or being an Engineer is a proud thing to be? I don't think so as for me I would have been happy doing Interiors or constructing buildings! That would have made me do things from the core; not this way you open the books two days before exams and you go and jott down all you crammed!"

"Well this is life Darling!" Mom says when I tell her all this stuff. "If you think that you get all the things that make you happy on this earth then, there would never have been jealousy and devils..!! The Earth would have proved to be another Heaven and don't think that whatever you are doing is of no use! Today you are doing it because tomorrow it will be the only thing that will be of use to you..! So don't worry and give it your best and I must say if you are doing so good without putting in your heart; You'll rock when you put your heart.. Think about it.." And with a faint smile she leaves me thinking!!

                                                                      To  be continued...

Bring change, be the change!

Recently I visited my School after so many years passing by thinking how things have changed after I passed and to see how my teachers have been doing. Parking my car in the parking lot, pressing the security lock key, I turned my head towards the building I grew up learning new things, making my curiosity question things and letting my teachers answer them. "Aah, this is the place I grew up learning new things, making myself capable enough to stand head held high in a society today. How madly I was in love with this place almost 5 years back, no words to this feeling!"

I entered through the gate wished by the Watchman who was someone new I never saw in my time. He let me in to the Supervisor's cabin. The Supervisor(a new one, i didn't knew) sat there with her glasses on the tip of her nose reading school magazine article by a kid of her school; her face was filled with proud and she seemed satisfied and happy that her kids were making a name for themselves and the School.

"Good Morning Ma'm", I interrupted her moment of proudness with a gentle wish.

"Good Morning", she looked at me with surprise, trying to recollect my face in the back of her mind. Fighting with her memory she finally gave up and asked, " Yes ma'm, how can I help you?"

"I apologise for turning up and disturbing you in the school hours but I am an X student of this school and I just thought I would love to see my teachers who helped me through to be what I am today and have a glimpse of how things have changed after I passed out so long.", and I glanced at her with questioning eyes waiting for her to agree.

With a smile on her lips she nodded her head to yes and said, "Sure, take your  time and don't worry - if you have to disturb the classes.. "

I felt a sense of relief and I left her cabin with a smile, walking straight to the pre-primary section of the school and there while I was looking around the wall cartoons I bumped into my pre-primary teacher. I was shocked to see her still there in that same department after so many years. And there you go, she looked at me for a few minutes and finally recognised me.

And bet me the feeling you get being recognised by your first class teacher is something you just cannot imagine until you yourself have one. She took me with her to her own class of 40 students she handled and they all were curious to see a new person coming in. She asked me how I had been and what I was upto.
Just in the middle of our talking a kid came up to her and asked her who I was. She introduced me to them saying I was her student almost thirteen years from now and told them how I grew up studying and what I was going to do with my career. And then she asked them to ask me questions in case if they had any.
A kid raised his hand out of nowhere and before I could say anything he just threw his curiosity at me - "What you do? Why did you come back to school?"

In reply to his question I told him that I was a student of this school like he is and I am going to become a computer engineer soon in the next few months; and I came back to this lovely place because I missed seeing my teachers. And with some more explaination and thankfulness towards my teacher I moved ahead with my journey towards othe classes and the teachers. I felt happy while coming out of the school, making the teachers feel proud and satisfied that thier kid has become somebody who contributes, makes a difference to the society in a positive way.

Driving back home, I was recalling the whole trip I had to that special place in my life. How I had changed, how the school had changed. Change is good isn't it? and it is for the good. For it is you who changes for the better and to do better ahead. You change because you want to accomplish things which you dream of; You change because you want to prove that you can do better than you did yesterday; you change because you want to see and learn new things. You change to see failure through a different perspective in Life and to see life itself through a different perspective. You change to say You are treating life well instead of Life is treating you well. Everything requires a change and the changes let you add that extra charm, the extra cream to your coffee when you sip it with happiness because you feel satisfied that it is you and only you who changed for the better to come, to see, to feel and to understand that what lies ahead might take you through rough phases but in the end the changes will lead you to summit..!

The power to change is the one of the key to success for it is you who lets it happen and the best part, It lets you be You..!

The Nomad!

It was almost midnight, a cold chilling breeze blew while I was on my desk working on my project stuff when suddenly my system speakers gave out a pinging sound and on my screen a chat window flashes.

On the other end there is a person I heard and met a few times but who I thought actually doesn't know me. Sort of a Nomad I hardly come across and when I do I look upon with respect. That night I actually didnt expect him, mine being a red busy status but somehow he managed to ask me this question.

"Hey! Do you have a minute? "

Amazed by his ping not understanding what to reply to his text I waited for a few seconds and replied, "Yeah! Go ahead".

My head was still in thinking process about what he wanted to talk about. Would it be about technology or about studies or about a new coming up course? He is elder, much more experienced and I have just started, somehow it confused me. And then again a pinging sound touched my ear drums and I switched to the chat window.

"Well ... what do you do exactly ? you are still a student or an author or working for a company or all-of-the-above? and an artist too? "

My eyes went wide while I read his question in reply to my green available signal and a smile drew on my lips, my heart beats being pinched and having nothing to write on this I drew a smile in return to his question.

I didn't knew what to answer and how to answer this question. He was right, he just asked me about what all I have been doing this far! But why don't I have an answer to this question? I know I have been a above average student, working and earning for myself n i do have a passion for paintings and writing too but then why does it amaze him so much? What is it that is making him ask me this question?

There are so many people who might be doing so many things together I even haven't thought of and have reached the summit, made a name and have been successful making themselves shine forever. But why did this question pinch me then? 

I went in front of the mirror and looked at myself for a few minutes and asked the same question again. Who am I and why do I do all this? For whom do I have to do so many things? And I felt as if I myself have the answers with me. I know why do I have to do this, I know I have to stand out from the crowd and so I have to do something different. 

I work for knowledge not for living,I work because it teaches me how to manage things while I am completely screwed, I work because it gives me an experience of different types of people and atmosphere around, I work because it makes me bolder each day.

I study for knowledge so i could stand up in front of others with head up high saying I am educated and I have an idea about what they are discussing all the way. I study for I need to make my future not to be dependent on anybody in any sense for anything. I study because it makes me feel independent of having my own views and sharing them. I study for I need to know what is wrong and what is right.

 I write for my own satisfaction for I need to know when I make mistakes, I need to correct them, I need to write everything for it gives me a reason to start from new, afresh again after my failure, i write because reading everything again gives me strength to redo things when they aren't successful.

 I paint because I am Passionate about creativity, about arts, about colors, about nature, about the dreams I see with closed eyes. I paint what I feel like, happiness, anger - every emotion I can depict through paintings which I cant in writing all the time.

And the best part about all this is, no matter how bad I am screwed all these things help me to come out the bad and turn it upside down to good. These things help me take the right decisions and keep me grounded to who I am not letting me be something else And thats the reason I am the way I am.

While writing this I am still thinking about the Nomad person who I don't come across very often but I thank him from the core of my heart for asking me this question because it led me to finding of these answers I should have known long back!