nav ras- (1)anger

anger
the most common bad quality we all have in some or the other form, in some or the other non zero concentration. the person with least anger concentration i have seenin my life is Mr hasmukh agrawal, head of futurism classes. one should learn from him how to remain calm and composed in the worst of time
anyways continuing with the anger factor-wat is anger
1) over reaction to any situation
2)frustration over others actions
3)violent execution to prove oneself
4) harming oneself or someone else on the pretext of self satisfaction of taking some sort of pseudo revenge
5)actions which create hyper anxiety in the brain which like an avalanche leads in to further problems

if you have these traits then it means there is a level of anger you have in you. in fact in today's world of fast life and easy money, these traits are common.

i would say a little bit of it is must to solve some problems in this current scenario in a way they should be, else the gandhian principles wont work here.

ther is a thin line of separation between the threshold beyond which one is not qualified to be called a calm person with good tolerance levels.
violence in any form is never tolerated.
an eye for an eye makes the whole world blind is perhaps the best quote i have been through

anger been the first quality i am talking about, i wont go in details with the thousands of prejudices i have in mind.

well folks, nav ras , the indian way of qualifying and quantifying emotions and actions of life is the best literature to understand the infinitesimally smal soul which is governing our lives..

the longest poem ever-navrachana

THE GREAT LAMHE IN NAVRACHANA!!!

Yaad aayenge woh days,

When I dreamt to be an organ of navrachana;

I was led by my mother’s fingers,

With a small bag on my chote-chote shoulders.

I didn’t ever know ki main kaun si kaksha mein padhta tha!

All I knew was that main school jaane lagaa tha!

Bade-bade buildings on my way to balwadi inspired me……

I’ll also grow big and join the school …yehin meri aasha thi..

I got the chance to be the seniormost in senior kg

But still I didn’t know how to write the letter ‘G’

Masti toh karta but it was different from its present form

Innocence se man chhalakta and there was no norm.

Got through the interview aur aaya main navrachana mein

Sab nayaa tha and there wasn’t any dismay

1^st standard ab jaisa suhaavna na tha

it was a simple classroom aur sweetie mam ka pyaar hamesha tha.

Masti thi par we were genuinely afraid of a black dot!

Subah ki assembly was all that made us feel junior

Notebook mein ek chhota sa ‘good’ also made us feel happy

At that time id idn’t know ….

Ki assembly mein bhasan dene waala woh principal hain jo,

Was a person to be scared of

With dil mein thhoda sa khauff!

The kitchen was on the stage..

Khaane mein tha wahin taste without any change

We compulsorily had to bring a napkin

So that mam gave a grin

Recess was great fun

Kyonki school ek badi si bhul-bhulaiya whose mystery was to be undone

Aaj school is almost a concrete jungle!

With a few trees ready with the concrete to mingle

Unlike today hamein char pt periods the

And the present garden area was a jungle jim which was our way

The staff room was like a kaccha house on the volleyball court,

Lagta tha koi gareeb raja ka chhota sa fort

And in that thatched roof we got fountain pepsi

For which mom se jhagadkar paise lata aur peeta thodi si

But darwin’s law came in handy-i.e.survival of the fittest

Badi si line thi and how can I compete with the people who are school’s strongest

Yaad aayenge who din

Where the school had a single rocky wooden basketball court.

Aur bagal mein tha sandy volleyball court.

The rest thousands of square feet was all open in summers

Aur keechad in the monsoon vapours!

Music room was shaky hut of just bricks

Aur wahin tha room where we learnt our dance tricks!

Aur wahin do music-dance teachers,

Raam-Lakhan ki jodi ki tarah used to preach us

A large gymnastic court used to be there,

and the dining hall area was all bare.

Aath-dus saal pehle there were ten times the no. of mango trees.

And each gave fifty times more fruits…..

Ab toh lagta hain ki jo bache-kuche hain ve bhi buudhe ho gaye hain!

In the 4^th –6^th standard our main aim was to break the maximum no. of mangoes….

(haala ki main toh shaayad hi khaata tha) and it had its associated woes.

There always lingered a fear of Mrs. Rekha Mishra.

Jab badi macchli(I mean mango)fasti jaal mein we rejoiced with jot extra.

No. of mangoes proved one’s virility

Ladkiya maangta aur hum de dete-which somehow proved our superiorty!

And one day came when we entered the senior section

Jismein bharpur thi padhai saath mein fun,frolic aur masti.

Wahin tha adolescence ka stage when I felt shy of wearing shorts,

And we winter trousers the mere jackpots!

Yaad aayenge who moments,

When we used to hang yellow passes to avoid punishments

When we saw our seniors wearing labcourts

We also dreamt of becoming a doctot wearing white courts.

Bhanu sir the hamare teacher no. one

Hum mein tha jawani ka josh and we were scared of none!

Nasty ninth ko bhi kabhi naa bhulu…..

We had hajaaron pranks for pareshaaning our teachers..

Now life became full of aristocratic parties

In school or birthday of buddies.

It was a time when navrachana was well defined…..

Navrachana- i.e. teachers ko pareshaan karne ki nayi-nayi rachanaye

Although apni teachers ko the hum pyaare

Aur fir aaya the tension of board

Parantu mischief we could always afford!

Wahin tha period of maturity

Jab we could understand our teachers –previously seen with scrutiny.

As everybody thinks aur maine bhi aisa hi socha tha,

That 11^th is all about masti,bunking,style and bla bla bla

Parantu truth is stranger than fiction!

Though there were some moments of great action-

life mein pehli dafaa

for me the result day had been the worst sajaa

reading the whole raam-katha

or perhapscan be said as ek navrachanite ki vyatha

scratch your dimaag aur socho jaraa

‘kya hain hamara mind emotions se bharaa?’

ji karta hain ho jaaun main fail.

Again and again for the years to trail.

But that wont help too.

But then I’ll be kicked out of the school crew

Sacchai toh hain ki I have a family of 25 hundred

All a part of my life and everyone my friend

How can I forget the sands of navrachana

Woh bhini-bhini smell of volleyball court,

The kotastones of the quadrangle,

The trees of the green mangoes

Kaise bhool sakte hain hum woh M.D. uniform

Kyonki pant utaarna deta tha humein great hasin….

Who manju mam ke teen words

For which we waited for,

Ve the “god bless you”

Or anjana mam ke “last but not the least”

Yahin the thakaa dene waali assembly ke dispersal ke sanket….

Who first floor ka mirror,

Jiske darshan karte the hum din mein teen baar,

The sophisticated, difficult to understand but evergreen Qazi sir ki shaayariyan!

Who teacher’s day ceremony

And farewell functions amongst others funny.

The dramatic annual concert

Jismein always the hum assaulted vibrant

Those sports day celebrations

In which mujhe yaad hain main kabhi naa aa paata-

Though I’m so healthy and fit,

But I always shouted cheering ruby tab tak

Mera galaa naa baithe tab tak

How can we forget who lamhe

Jab har Wednesday ek competition mein hum part lete the

And year ending was a collection for the certificates.

Our joy and confidence it celebrates!

Who days when we were caught bringing phones

When planning a blunder we all became clones!

Kaise bhulaye who momemts of happiness

Jo humne school mein bitaaye

When a slight ishaara by a girl excited our hormones

And we used to add mirch-masala

And found great pleasure in discussing our latest crushes.

When tiwari mam’s simple burger, gave more happiness

Than a Mc Veggie with extra cheese!

When we used to fight for the kabhi-kabhi diyaa jaane waala nimbu paani

Which tasted even better than coke and pepsi!

How can I forget those people jo the hamare beech

Those peons who helped us,

Who rasoiye who made great food for us

Those people who for the pichle baarah saal cleaned the campus……..

Gum tabhi pataa chalta hain when it comes to you

These words of mine can be aankhen-khulna for you

A sandesh for all my juniors

Enjoy to fullest extent your stay in this school

Samay jo chala gayaa wont come again

Squeeze the lemon of navrachana to get as much khushi as you can

So that schooling ke baad you have memories to extend my long poem….

Always yaad aayegi teri-NAVRACHANA…………!

prerak dharia

engineering and art!!!!

Amalgamation of engineering and art

Art and engineering go like tom and jerry-one overtaking the other at every point of time but both necessarily going together.

Individually art is to engineering what chocolate sauce is to vanilla ice cream-alleviating the taste buds of vision and aesthetics. Any engineering marvel however perfect may it be, in absence of an aesthetic touch would just be a mere body without a soul. Imagine a world without structures like the taj mahal, the pyramids of Egypt , the Eiffel tower and the thousands of other that are a quintessence of amalgamation of art and engineering.

Engineering is to art what color is to a painter- you need a medium to express your wildest of imaginations. Without the science of design it’s impossible to incorporate the passion of or art into its real form. Would the unique shapes of petronas towers or cars like Ferrari be possible with just mere designing?

We all know from the very commencement of the human civilization, art was the only medium of expressing thoughts & passing on the knowledge to their next generation. Cave paintings and murals are examples of art masterpieces before even civilizations existed. Man was and will always be hungry for more and more luxury and beauty. Then civilizations acted as the clusters of knowledge and art and emerged as the cradles of modern art and architecture. Structures of Mesopotamia , Maya, Inca, Harappa etc have left the modern Homo sapiens behind in the field of art. The power of design had always been there from history and gradually engineering provided art wings to fly high and established itself a well defined science distinguished well apart form art. And this resulted in the making of the well planned cities of the medieval era of the Romans, Greeks, Moguls, and various Indian dynasties.

Lets look into the present scenario. What does engineering mean? Its dictionary definition says the application f science to design various structures, commodities etc.

And art is a branch of creative activity concerned with creative and imaginative designs, sounds or ideas. The very word engineering makes people think just of buildings, bridges and roads. That’s just a small part of the infinite field! Why do people forget that hi-tech mobiles, laptops, clothes, machines, home appliances, electricity supply, furniture, footwear and even the sounds we hear on TV are lines of the vast spectrum of engineering and art clubbed together. Though all these include homogenous mergence of the two disciplines, nevertheless the present education curricula demarcate the two completely. Engineering is for capable people who study physics, chem., and math and arts is for people who cant make up till science- that’s the persisting social evil existing in specially our country. And its all about getting placements or a good MBA college after graduation. The very horizon of thinking and imagining beyond the specified limits of the curricula has been highly alloyed. Its futile to apply your brains because only cramming up can fetch you marks.

Art should not be something that is compulsorily imposed upon but an environment is desired which leads to an obsessive greed of art. The only way to tackle this problem is to introduce a subject of design in each engi. Branch. It should not be the everyday theoretical subject but should be designed an a manner so that it gives a platform for an engineer to become an imagineer. The exam conducted should ensure that questions are creative and no one have the same model or design. Teachers of this subject should be vigilant and should themselves be interested in the subject. Some ideas may be worth patenting! Competitions and presentations can further help. Tours and industrial visits stressing upon the designing aspects should be a part of the regular studies. On the other hand fine arts people should be molded during their graduation in a manner which would lead them to work hand in hand with engineers in shaping the stream of knowledge and to give an artistic cult.

For all future engineers-

“an engineer without art

is a body without heart

greed for beautification

is an ever growing concatenation

so awaken the imagineer in thee

and enlighten the aesthetics of humanity!”

communalism!!!!

Communalism;impacting a concatenation of victims-



To tell you something about communalism:-

It is a boon to terrorism,

A curse to all religions,

In almost all regions.

Abetted by Tom ,Dick and Harry;

(though not having any query)

Gaining no pleasure,

Miscreants set ablaze shops,snatching,

Their life long leisure!

This is what communalism is,

Which gives a unique abject bliss.



Abetting these differences are the riots

Which kill people like those MiG-pilots

Reimbersing someone else’s diplomacy,

To people not related to people’s embassy,

Clashes between the mobs,

And their murderings with the armed cops

All are included in the aborminating rioting activities,

Not letting people buy their basic amenities.



Then comes one more question:-

When starts the rioting edition?

After alloying the move of the corrupt political activists,

With the bitter assassinating terrorists.

In the haze of the morning sun,

To the glimpse of the evening moon!

The riots continue ,

With miscreants ready standing in a que.

To stab persons to death,

Simultaneously destroying their wealth.

Do the minorities have no rights?

May it be days or nights!



Why does the anarchy occur?

And spread through the country

Like the jumping flubber

Perhaps can be the intelligence

Of unscrupulous persons

Or may be the mischieves of

The poor fathers’ unemployed sons

Spreading at the speed of light,

Breaking all ministers’ plight,

With people stabbing and arsoning.

In the country dominating,

Turning the hopes of despairs,

Let the people die ,who cares?



With their impact too great ,

Declinig tourism in India gate,

With the slow economy recovering,

The riots and the curfews imposed make it declining.

Thousands losing their lives,

Millions crying for their relatives,

What makes people so energetic?

Where actually they are lethargic.

India in the world’s view,

Further their bad impression grew.

With the people wanting a solution,

Comes between them the confusing administration.

Ministers fighting for internal problems,

Forgetting the people’s flames.

Had their been a stable country loving government,

Perhaps there would not have been such a burning environment

the geeta

summary of bhagwad gita

whatsoever has happen’d was for thy good

whatsoever is happenin’ is for thy good

whatsoever will happen will be for thy good

what have thee lost that thou are cryin’ ?

what had thou brought to this hellish material world

that thou lost it ?

what had thou creat’d that has been destroy’d ?

whatever thou has taken is a part of this material world

whatever thou has given has also b’come a part of this materail world

whatever is yours today

perhaps belong’d to somebody else yesterday

and day after tomorrow it will be someone elses

CHANGE IS THE ETERNAL LAW OF NATURE !

frustration as a gift

Frustration as a gift

You’ll never know what the hell’s gonna struck on yourself from any of the four directions while you were making hay when the sun is shining and all is nice and bright, when your mind is full of thoughts assumed to be succesful in its self, when your body is active in following your corporate mind’s decision, all is felt right but one hurdle or an obstacle though as small as a bacteria will strike you and break your very foundation at base leaving you totally blind and then comes the time when you feel that all the thoughts were mere pieces of confetti to be thrown and forgotten, they were bloody shits, that all the plans which were assumed to be so very much great in itself were actually like those planned in the crowded Indian cities.

That will be the great time to remember god. So I bless you for those great times in future when your mind is full of frustrations but god’s image is illuminating the darkness existing in your very souls.

days of innocence

Days of innocence

Gone are the days of innocence

When cruelty was given no preference

And no fear marked its presence

Only games were given importance

Gone are the days of happiness

When there was no confusion or diziness

And the surroundings were always a mess

Yes those were the days of childhood

Ofcourse much better than adulthood

Which depends on one’s mood

And mind having attitude to o some good

Yes those were the days of enjoyment

Which did not had the ability to recognise a wolf in sheep’s clothing

Thinking that everything except him is trifling

Having no cruel mind for shrewd thinking

Playing whole day in the sun

Everyday having fun

With their toys and airgun

Who, seeing the ballonman

makes a wild goose run

unaware of something so great like money

when asked for it feels funny

on a day very sunny

sits home and watches

popeye and bugs bunny



but many do not realize this

that childhood is a moment of bliss

but think that its full of crisis

when he’s tired of his aunt’s kisses

take full advantage of this opportunity

when given by god why watch it by scrutiny?

Why to think it as mere vanity?

Let children enjoy, keep aside all status and dignity

There’s only a decade of happiness

Three scores awaits it for life full of sadness

Thank god for this bless

And while reading it don’t scratch your tress.