EFFORTS MAY FAIL BUT NEVER FAIL TO MAKE EFFORTS

Sunday, July 31, 2011



!! DELHI LIFE !!





A.

Life here is tough, tension full, strenuous.
Basically the student life because here no one is mediocre, everybody is master in their own art. For the one, who wants to prove himself/herself, he/she must have to add their extra effort.
Just entering and speaking doesn't help, what one need is to be always ready for counter attack. If one is speaking something, then it should be succinct, precise and meaningful.

Like we people (Small town people excluding exceptionals) speaks irrelevant and we are respected, raising the voice means one is a good orator but people in delhi take it is a
BULL SHIT.
The fact is , speak only when you are aware of whats going on, otherwise practice
"COMPLETE LISTENING."


B.

Normally there are two category of a person, One, who has the knowledge but doesn't show and Second, the one who has the knowledge and shows it like a king. and i happily belong to the third proud category i.e. Knows nothing but i always speak as if i am the editor of let say, TIMES OF INDIA. ( I sometimes believe that i'm actually speaking so good and sometimes motivating too.)


C.

People here in delhi always wears a mask. A mask which hides the identity, the originality, the simplicity. So i got the mask too (obviously not from palika bazar or janpath). The mask helps me to hide my loneliness, the sense of fear, the tension of proving myself.

After adopting this, i actually feel happy and rather free to do the things where i get recognition. and thankfully i made so many good friends who cares for me. ( n i always pray that, they proves me right in every aspect) I can now freely show the actual potential i have to prove myself on every platform.
On this note i'll suggest or i'll promise myself that i will always wear this mask forever and i will give my 100%.


D.

Its been like 10 days in delhi, in NDIM, The student life and The struggling life.
struggling because the area where i live is the area cum swimming pool when it rains. and i then wish, if i could fly or if college authority allows us to go in bermudas.

Coming back to the point, 10 days in delhi and i am learning so much, i am grasping couple of things at a time, i learned what my weak areas are and i became more confident.
I imagine, what would happen to me after 2 years. Either i'll be the same or I'll Turn into a new leaf again.


E.

So, what delhi tought me was listening, learning from others and the most important thing i learned was the term 'CHILLPILL'.

We as a human being takes lot of tension, so do I. But i'll be a bit mean and will say that I'm a step forward. Now after this term i always take a CHILLPILL when i'm in tension and then automatically comes a backup for every problematic stuff.
So, competition is everywhere and there is always a race of coming first. But one important thing one must know is TAKE A CHILLPILL. :)

Friday, July 8, 2011

NOTHING PERSONAL


In my blog there'll be some posts on which you might think that "Abhishek is going personal" but its not true..

All the poems posted are based on imaginary topics, no relation to living or dead, and the explanation written are just like that, nothing serious.
As far as Public Exposure is concerned, i feel that i wont ever write such things which i should not have written.

I write explanation so as to give the feel to the poem.

And i know that i don't have to write these things publically but yes i will never do that to some extent. People should know that I am always not funny, i am always not melodramatic, there are some serious aspects in me too which i try to hide sometimes and finally i fail to do that. :D

The problem is that people take me for granted and they think that there's no harm to harm me.(Some exceptional)

So, its time to retaliate and i just want to say is i'll write what i want to write



WHY IT HAPPENS TO ME




Long ago there was a group called SCRAPPERS in Bikaner Boys School (class 11th and 12th).

That group had six members i.e. Dhairya,Ankur,Dhruvendra,Rajesh,Sanjay and Me. We 6 shared some super beautiful memories together. Memories of Playing cricket at dhairya's place, Eating hell lot of samosa's in school, leg pulling of each and everyone in the class, Birthday party at CHANKYA, Making a model of BANK in projects, Laughing at Dhruvendra when he was told to read something during the class of english, The prank with Sanjay, Financing done by Ankur everytime, doing almost all the course during exams on the PHONE itself. Everything was going good, smooth and without speed breakers ....but only till school time.

By the time when we all were separated in different colleges (Dhairya, Sanjay and Dhruv in ECB , Rajesh went to delhi for his CA and Ankur was here doing Bcom with CA) the scene of misunderstandings started.

I was the culprit somewhere because i didn't give proper time to them when i was in college because of being so friendly with others i forgot that there were some people who need more importance and the worst thing that could happen to me was that, They first deleted me from their list without even sorting out the matter and i felt so bad and never talked to them.

Though Situations went easy as the time passed on and we came in contact again (long story) minus the feel and zeal and friendlyness. This time i was more of "JUST FRIEND".

So, i wrote one poem "WHY IT HAPPENS TO ME" 2 years back after all this thing happened. Actually i dont know that is it seriously a poem or what, because i wrote what i felt.



Why does it happen to me
why i'm not able to...
Not able to fulfill expectations.

Expectation what others expecting
Expectation of daily tring tring
Expectation of Inter-mingling
I dont know why, but...
It Does Happen to Me.

Why does it happen to me
why i'm not able to...
Not able to know what they want.

What they want from me
What are their feelings for me
What do they care for me
I was the stupid joker
was lost somewhere
SCRAPPERS nowhere
I dont know why, but...
It Does Happen to Me.

Why does it happen to me
why They're not able to...
not able to understand.

The love for them
The care for them
desire to meet them
is not yet lost
loosing them paid much cost
Nothing to say "I do worry"
Nothing to say " I am sorry"
they've left me alone
I dont know why, but...

IT DOES AND
IT HAS HAPPENED TO ME.


There has always been a tragedy in my life,
the person with whom i get so close he/she will surely have a fight and misunderstandings.So friends please avoid being so close to me or i'll loose you which i never want to do.

Monday, July 4, 2011




CHAPTERS OF MY LIFE

(Part 1)




"LIFE"..Everybody has a life and every life is full of chapters and same applies to me. I have always had some beautiful chapters, of FRIENDS, some with a ending lesson and some like never ending novel. I am and I was always blessed with unique characters who actually hold a special place somewhere near the heart.

The moment when i realised that i am now a passout and won't be able to meet my MBA friends, so i dedicated one video to them. But there are certain friends for whom a video isnt enough to dedicate. They need a special writing by me and here is a gift to some of them. They are my friends, They are A GROUP, They are MY BESTEST SENIORS.

Here it goes....





1. Rahul daga



A man for him dance is like a food
and always carry a rocking attitude,
bande ki cycling, superb hai boss
and to me, in the college senior he was.

never reply to the msg i send
he is my freaky dance friend,
loves to play with his football
RAHUL is the one ,DAGA SIR i call.



2. ASHISH ARORA



D one wid whom my tragedies i share
with his NMIMS, NDIM i compare,
he is best in every game
bt y don't u have any gf, i blame.

he is always on the studious road
n always keeps his phn in the silent mode,
girls ki leg pulling pe, for hours we can talk
ASHISH ARORA, d only charming boy in d stock.



3. BHAWNA SINGH



d one who'll start her media era
her TAKIYAKALAM is .."BAS..HO GAYA TERA!!!"
she is lazy n always rest
n tells me that "UR GUD BT NOT BEST."

how to talk? she gave d lesson
in d very frst year of orientation session,
i always cherish the WAGON R ride
BHAWNA SINGH, my very gud frnd i'll neva hide.



4. HIMANSHU BAJAJ



in d carom he plays gud bt strange
these days increasing his LEMON's range,
he is so bsy and his phone his hooter
he is BAJAJ, surprisingly not scooter.

he is d best in group wen it is to dance
and in d punjabi he never misses a chance,
BEARD main he has followed all d trend
HIMANSHU BAJAJ, my BEER gud frnd.




5. SWAPNIL BIST



now she's a frnd who is so cool
is a teacher in GREENFIELD HIGH SCHOOL,
sharing of songs with her i do
we aren't dat gud frnd..srry NO CLUE.

how can i forget the song i sang
n impression was 100% with a bang,
ELLI is her nick name her frnds shout
SWAPNIL THE BIST is d one m talkin about.



They are like the chapters to me with the abrupt starting to never ending memories. it was a part 1 and a lot more to come in part 2. its just that its a prologue, a intro, a starting. Lot more chapters to come, lot more chapters to unveil.