ANAND UTSAV 2009 !!

YES...ITS TIME NOW FOR THE MOST CELEBRATED BIRTHDAY( read GPL) of the year......the most awaited GPL FEST......ITS JAI ANANDS BIRTHDAY on 6th of august..... the gpl session which people wait all year long.....if you are angry or sad or frustrated by your life.......or even if you are happy.....seniors,juniors,girls,guys....breaking all barriers...COME ON ..this is the place you need to be....and since its his last birthday in kgp....it makes the fest much more important.....considering last years overwhelming response... CGM has made some special arrangements so that we can have maximum fun out of the rare moment.

• considering last yrs angry and over excited crowd....GPL will be organized in 2 slots....

slot timings :

A 11:30PM - 11:55 pm
B 12:05 AM - whatever it takes :D

• book your slot with any one of the organizing member of ANAND UTSAV(CGM) and come at you own slot

• an entry fees of 1 Rs will be charged for the supply of cold drinks during the fest (not for drinking idiot....its will be used for smooth GPL session...u know what i mean ;) )
  

• Please bring your own chaappals, boots etc...CGM is not responsible for any misplacement or theft of chappals.

• harsh , orko and keshav (security team members) will make sure everybody gets equal opportunity...bribe them for extra hits ;)

• ALL PARTICIPANTS MUST REGISTER VIA GTALK, E mail or PERSONALLY BEFORE 7 PM, 5th august, so that a proper list of participants can be generated :) ... please cooperate
  

• rest rules are same as last year....hoping for a memorable and less chaotic event :) .... c u soon...any updates will be posted here.... contact CGM for any queries !!
  

दर्शन अभिलाषी

JAI ANAND
मेली बल्बादी में जलूल जलूल आना !!!

नज़रें बदली तो नज़ारे बदले,
कश्तियों ने बदला रुख ,तो किनारे बदले

कुछ हम बदले, कुछ ज़माना बदला
पल भर में किस्मत के तारे बदले

है गजब खेल ये समय की दौड़
सुलझे सवालों के इशारे बदले

धुन तो आज भी वही है गीतों की
लब्ज़ों के मायने है सारे बदले

'if' by rudyard kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master,
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936)

JUST ANOTHER DAY 1:BHATU's LAW

It was the hot summer afternoon at kgp...around 1:20 PM while me and bhatu were cycling to reach the exam room at vikramshila, with our regular BOY TALKs... we came up with a wierd and funny conversation....written below:

me: "yaar bhatu...tu itna shareef, shant, achha bachha hai....teri bandi honi chhaiye ek"

bhatu: " abe yaar...honi to chhaiye, but KGP MEIN BANDI PANA IS AS DIFFCULT AS NEHLI MARNA"

me: woh kaise??

bhatu: "dekh...dono ke liye constant motivation chahiye....throughout mehnat karni padti hai"

me: " so does it mean ki sare nehliyon ki bandi honi chhaiye"

bhatu: "are nahi ....chau ...dekh dono ka difficulty level same hai...but qualities different hai..ab jo log nehli marne mein "cali" ka use karte hai....woh chidiya (read bandi) nahi maar pate...aur jo chidiya maar lete hai unka nehli marna mushkil hota hai"

me: " haan baat to sahi hai.... dono ke liye hard work chahiye...mentally , physically( class jana== 2.2 ke chakkar marna) , economically( notes , book ke kharche== hotel + tr8) taxing bhi hai...infact huuhaa analogy hai"

bhatu: "exactly...dekh apne batch mein kitne nehli honge approx?"

me: "around 40.....y ? "

bhatu: this proves my statement too.... 40 nehli hai...aur 40 ke hi aas paas bandiyaan bhi hai....."1 bandi = 1 NEHLI"

me: "ooooooohhh.... so does it mean ki meine 2 nehli maar ke ... 2 bandi pane ka chance kho diya :O :P"

bhatu: " might be.... tune effort divert kiya hota to shayad kuch ho jata"


By this time we were at the cycle parking.... so it ended like this:

bhatu: " CHAU ... tu nehli hi mar le !! ... :P ... chidiya marne wale bahut hai kgp mein... waise bhi aasmaan(read kgp) mein jada bachi nahi hai :P"

random thoughts of a restless mind

This one was a bit unexpected for me too...it’s been long I wrote Something....even longer I posted it on the blog.... some stuff I couldn’t Share...some weren’t worth sharing....so I just thought of writing arbit Thoughts..... I know it’s gonna be my 4th sleepless night because of Injury....its 4:45 in the morning and I don’t have pretty much to do. The Philosophical part of me was haunting me too much.... he wanted to Scribble through the clear white of notepad, and I am helpless. May be Some ppl would find me stupid after reading it and might not even agree To it, but with due respect....I don’t care much :).

I feel like, I desperately wanna turn into a year old boy..... Careless, fearless, innocent, adorable, least connected with the world around...u take away his toys...he would cry for some time...and then would again turn happy as soon as he falls into somebody’s arms with love.....ready to start fresh....always ready to accept a change.

I lately realized that... in love...its always the weaker who wins....always the weaker.. be it between god and humans (at least I most of the time get him to do things the way I wanted)..... a child and parents( isn’t it the love between them.... which makes the weak kid so powerful that he can turn the whole house upside down even at 3am in the morning). The reason I suppose is simple.... the essence of love is in giving.....think yourself.... we always wanna GIVE to ppl we love..... our parents always are on the giving side....even when they are old and aren’t earning....they can’t help the feelings to GIVE...GIVE.

Also, the essence of happiness is in the desire to have something..... or as they say....wanting is more fun than having.... and happiness lasts only till the time u still want it......imagine that u love some dish (say Maggi).... and I want it desperately.... now after having 1 noodles.... u might be happy...satisfied....after having 2 in a row?? ...stomach is full, isn’t it??...u no more desire it....now if I force the 3rd and 4th Noodle? would u be happier or sad? after say 6 noodles?? I bet u would hate maggi for say next 1 week at least...fun wasn’t inside maggi....it was the desire for maggi which was working..as soon as the desire for maggi was over ...there wasn’t much fun in the same noodles....it lasted only till the moment u still had desire for it. Or to say more precisely..... THE FUN WAS IN THE WISH BEING FULFILLED.....throughout life...we strive to fulfill our desires....make more wishes....and cycle goes on.....I feel like....happiness comes when we get over any new wish..... I Seriously wanna try it....at least once ....for some time.... have a state of mind with no desires....because I feel.... though a fulfilled desire would bring some happiness...unfulfilled ones bring sorry too....I wanna stand for SOME TIME at the crossroads of this... get above this HAPPY n SAD thing.... i know this would be like a dead man....no feelings...no sensitiveness...but ya...i wanna get comfortably numb...may be for just a few days.... GOD!!! U LISTENING?? :)

" LOVE or LUST "

This one is dedicated to myself (chau ) , gaurav(chitku), sankalan (sanki) , ankit (panchava) as its our common feeling expressed through my words.....dedicated to all our endless backbench bhaat.....dedicated to all amazing discussions on weird issues and even more weird outcomes :D.....


Often while, I am passing by the road,
there comes a girlish sound,
and i, cant help my eyes,
they just impulsively turn around.

and its not the story,for some specific girl,
that my roaming eyes seek,
this habit grew during summer holidays,
and is now at its peak.

staring and stalking carelessly,
at every other cute,beautiful girl
some black hairs ,some blue eyes
some sexy ear rings of pearl
some innocent moves,
some careless whispers
some sweet SNAPS getting blurred
some pink tops,
some striped sandals
some perfume from the other world

And the time slips by fast,
drinking "FROOTI", playing "INDORE" games,
i wish i could let u know about some of these girls ,
but the list has infinite names !!

but the question my dear frnd is that!!
is there some gain out of being "lost and found"?
or the RAINBOW will never come out of SHADOWS
I am just wasting time and mocking around !

guys please help me,
how do know if its really love,
will some angel come and pinch me,
from the world unnatural above.

will this dilemma ever burst?
if yes, will it water all my thirst
its been a long time the question is unanswered
how do u differentiate "LOVE and LUST"?

through the eye's of a very old man.............

गुजरी थी जिन राहों में उमर की कम्पन,
वो राहें अजनबी निकली,
मंजिल पर पहुच आराम पायेगे सोचा था,
पर मंजिलें भी खुदकशी निकली .

दोस्ती के हज़ार फरमान उडेल कर कानों मे,
वफादारी के दामन से लिपटे हाथों में,
ऐन मौके पर ही पलट गए वोह, क्योंकि,
हमारे दोस्तों की दुश्मनों से दोस्ती निकली.

उमर के पड़ाव कुछ यूँ बीत गए,
मानों पलकों पे सारे मौसम रीत गए ,
पतझड़ और सावन के बीच रह खोजते,
मासूमियत की चादर ओढे ज़िन्दगी निकली।

ऐसे भी दिन थे की, ऑंचल की छाओं में माँ की,
सारी दूनिया समेट रखी थी हमने ,
उम्र बढते वो सपनो की दूनिया भी,
रेत के घरों सी बनावटी निकली .