Dyado Dobri

Standing in cold firm and true,
Wearing a home sewn cloth and a shoe.
Serene benign and saintly he looks,
One who has'nt heard much,
Since the World War two!!!

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The flowing white mane covers his face,
A hundred seasons have added to his grace!!
Walking long away from the town,
He never shows avarice, malice or frown!
Selfless, prideless stretching his arm,
He asks for those whom only god keeps warm.

Smiling and standing on Sofia's streets,
The Saint of Baylovo silently greets!!
Showing the path that the scriptures speak of,
A man of his worth is quite less heard of!!!
And ever if I think of being a better man,
I wish I could be a bit more like him!!!!

Special Thanks to http://9gag.com/gag/a6w29Ze for the inspirational gag!!!

Happiness and a blank wall!!!

The brain survives on activity (Science would love to disagree!!). And yet, the lack of it is quite common. As in my case, sitting in my room and virtually (is it actually??!!) doing nothing I suddenly figured out that for the last two three days my activities can be best described as hibernation. So to start with I decided to plunge myself here but I guess I was struggling with initial phases of writer's block....Oh My God!!!! Not me....please please please!!!
And it is then then that I decided to take things into my hand (a variety of things!!). Started off with a walk around the campus with my eyes wide open (I hope you understand my indication). Tea at the cafe was never more warm, grass on the playground was never more green and my room on the ground floor was never more cosy ( yeah I was back in no time)!!!
Somehow my room seems to attract me back and my bed seems to seduce me in and I seem to be fighting a loosing battle (I was already inside my blanket by this time!!). For me it was a hopeless situation of deep humiliation. Neck deep in blanket, with the cold numbness of my mind, it seemed that the battle is almost over. All the tea, all the greens and all the books within my reach (equal to zero, the table seemed miles away!!) could not revive me and the end was near!!!
Suddenly of all the things and all the motivations on this good great green and blue planet, the room's wall became an object of all my attention!!

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Apart from a few Kung Fu kicks from my side after watching a martial arts laden film and the lonely lizard on it, no one ever finds it (I hope no one takes offence at my this form of address) interesting. But for me the wall became "The Wall" for that instant. Strangely it gave all the neurons enough activity to bring me forth.
And here I am, writing happily and finishing off quickly as I believe that the room is ready again to assault my activity. And this is a battle that I don't wish to fight again, so RUN!!!!!

What an IDea!!!

Dressed up like gentlemen and a holier than thou attitude, the newest bunch of wannabe managers are on their way to campuses for selection procedures (ordeals). I still remember my days on the other side of line. Horrible myths, interesting anecdotes and determined efforts on my part used to play upon my imagination. I have been there and seen that all with my eyes. But from this side of the line, a new perspective emerged the other day when I was travelling in an auto from my college. Generally the auto drivers and the students have a love hate relationship (mostly hate) and both know about their limits in terms of fares (the only concern).

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But the commencement of GD/PI calls for those who are on other side of the line has created an identity cum fare crisis for us. The well meaning aspirants unknowingly end up paying exorbitant amounts as fares and it is then that the limits are crossed. What is a taken for granted fare of Rs. 130 for us is now a devious pitch of anything between Rs. 150 to Rs. 200 (may be even more!!!). Add to that some daring sales pitch by the auto drivers!! I am sure, even some of the seasoned salesmen would be ashamed of themselves when they see them. Innocence tantrums, jibing comments and ridiculous comparisons are just some of the gimmicks that acutely define their street smartness. Thankfully, the whole lot has not been unleashed on me till now (its only a matter of time and GD/PI calls).

Strangely enough one divine weapon saved me the other day when the auto driver was whining for Rs. 200 thinking that I was a helpless aspirant. It was my oft neglected (and basically never used) college ID card that reinforced my identity as an IMT student, the "he who should not be tormented" class for autowallas. 23 years of my existence as a government employee's son has taught me well that ID cards can do wonders but using it at the least expected place was surely a new experience.

Brandishing it at the autowalla, I exorcised the demon of greed out of him!!! Having saved that money, I felt entitled and an extra cheese pizza was surely a delight befitting a victor!!! But I guess, mathematics took a back seat again!!!

One minus zillion

Life started in oceans, thats what scientists tell us relentlessly yet I would love to believe that life started in beds (No double meanings please!!!). That apocalyptic alarm or the "what am I supposed to do about it" alarm of your roomie brings forth life in an otherwise lifeless body which is crouched and hidden under the comfortable warmth of a blanket. And all that crosses your mind is a zillion reasons as to why not to get up. Still, I have managed to conquer all and bring back my form to reality almost everyday since waking up by self became fashionable (read: I grew up).
But somehow and somewhere, waking up today was different. Suddenly, life had one lesser reason to drag me out of my bed. Suddenly, my long term ally against laziness had decided to call it a day. Suddenly, I was not sure as to why was I awake.
An epoch of my life had ended just the previous day, technically speaking I was no more an academic student. It really meant no more classes no more assignments and most of all no more examinations and yet somewhere in my heart I was not very sure as to how should I express it. Was I supposed to be happy or stoic or outright hyper-philosophical??!! Wasn't it exactly the day for which I had waited since my childhood (a few similar days have arrived and gone thrice before this one)?
With a one minus zillion reason to not wake up (really?), I felt betrayed and left out yet determined enough to snuggle back into the smugness of my blanket. And for the rest of the world, a warm good morning from the coldness of Ghaziabad.

Sometimes in life!!!

It happens for a day,
It happens for a time.
Life is sometimes not worth a dime,
Still it kicks alive and awake,
As if the promise is ours to make!!
Sarcasm and jibes don't make you stop,
Sometimes in life....you just aim for the top!!

Goals and aims become elusive,
You feel as if its a pain exclusive.
Hope is left prayers are kept,
All else from your hold is swiftly swept!!
Yet as the sun never fails to rise,
Sometimes in life....you become more wise!!

And then the glory shines its rays,
No stones, no thorns, no hopeless days!!
All you see is a time well served,
At your feet some place you deserved.
No one then says that there is something you can't,
Sometimes in life.....you get what you want!!

Sporty Affair at IMT Ghaziabad

Sport in IMT Ghaziabad is a serious issue. Everyone here breathes and lives in sports, be it a late night engagement or a mid day washout, “IMTians” are there. The ongoing football event of IMT Ghaziabad, Golazo is a living example of the passion. Neither the morning chill nor the hectic submission schedule has succeeded in dampening the mood. In all that, teams of the IMT Ghaziabad’s Dual Country Programme (DCP) are vying for top honours in the ongoing event. A facebook page Spor8 – IMT Ghaziabad DCP has taken up the onus of adding to the enthusiasm across the batch both in Dubai and India. IMT Gooodies, an online IMT souvenir store has also partnered with Spor8 – IMT Ghaziabad.

Visit the page at: https://www.facebook.com/spor8

Another festival of light!!!

That morning when the sweeper swept,
A part of his heart happily wept.
Every year for the festival of light,
Brought with it a happiness slight.
For the meager purse didnt care for his joy,
Every cracker unburst was god's sweet ploy.
Pocketing the refused ones in his dirty pockets,
That man with the broom, no jewels no lockets.

Back at his home he emptied his treasure,
Happy to see his son's unbridled pleasure.
Few red small ones and a large green one,
Happiness for a day around him spun.
Bursting away in a minute of light,
Never in question what is wrong what is right.
Those two hands folded in a solemn delight,
Together they had seen another festival of light!!!