New Year Wishes

 2013 was a year that bloomed each one's talents and wishes. Well this very article is the one that I posted on the occasion of welcoming 2013...I feel that the prayers in this article have spread its colors and so had 2013 been a massive year  of joy. So I hope that 2014 shall also bring great development of the Earth and of each habitant of the Earth. So I am re- posting this fortunate article with certain modifications so that the hopes of 2014 can also be fulfilled. 
  Santa brings a gift for all of us. A gift of a new year. After every Christmas comes the farewell parties. This year we are to bid a bye to 2013. The year that we welcomed on 31st 2012. But now we need to shed some tears bid a bye to 2013.

     2013 was a historic year. Year when new meres were born but the year when we lost too many people. Year when we smiled. The year when we laughed. But the year when we even cried. The the year when we were filled with enchantment and dismay. The year when we won praises, and the year when we lost our reputations. The year that had everything new. The year when we learned new tricks. The year full of blues. And the year full of almighty clues. Year when we won new friends but the year when we lost the old ones. The year full of developments but the year that was disastrous though. The year when we touched victory but the year when we had to digest defeat.The year when we were scared. The year when we were brave. The  year when we gained affection and love but the year when we gained hatred. The year when we made well well wishers but the year when we made enemies. The year when we were fortunate but the year when w were unlucky. Year when we were blessed but the year when we were cursed. The year that taught us with new experiences. The year that was joyous and full of fun. Year when countries fought but the year when the countries united. Year that created destruction but the year that raised new homes. The year that help us grow. Year that continues our life show. The year in which new emotions we had got to weave. The year that actually taught us to live.

     But now its the time to bid a bye to the past year. After every Christmas Santa gifts us a new year. And this time he gifted us with 2014. Let us live this year with all our might. Let us take up some goals and oath to complete them. Let us make the best use of the new juncture given to us. Let us be united with our countrymen. Let us spread universal brotherhood. Let us be an Earthian. Let us become the best we are. Let us fight all discriminations of caste, creed, religion and gender. Let us vow to stay united. Let us work hard to win over our minus points and make them our plus points. Let us give up slothfulness and work hard to achieve our goals. Let us vow to gain development. Let us finish up all our incomplete goals. Let us work hard and succeed in the new juncture given to us. Let us do good to everyone and be good to everyone. Let us contemplate creatively and work using our minds. Let us become free of all the social evils. Let us drudge to become the living angels of 2014. Let us make the world a heaven to live. Let 2014 become the best of all the past years. And first of all let us welcome the new chance gifted to us by Santa and try to improve ourselves. Let us welcome 2014. Let us wish everyone a HAPPY NEW YEAR. 

      Let us take up all the good morale values. Let us spread them round the world and make 2014 a year worth living. Every year comes with exigencies. But let us now impediment and continue to druge and we shall gain eminence.                        

HAPPY NEW YEAR

Why is the child dull??

Well it has been a massive question from the side of the every second parent of this generation- "Why is my child dull?" There are thousands of mere answers for such a question. But there's nothing satisfying. The reason lies just right in everyone's nature and being.

Rather if we start up from the root of the answer, then there's something called slothfulness. Whenever this word slothfulness' strikes our ear drum or is signalled by our retina, there's a scenario of laziness created on the canvas of our cogitations. Well the word truly synonymifies laziness, but the wrong impression that we have on our mindset about laziness is that we feel that it is the quality of being unwilling to do something that costs energy and in simple words it is just having a feeling of not moving any body part and being in a rest position. So in short we feel that it is an unwillingness to do physical work. Well, if we add up some extra cheese to the assumed definition of laziness, then it clearly points out that not only are we humans slaves of physical indolence, but mentally too we experience slothfulness at times.

So laziness is among the virtues that everyone bears. Though a negative virtue. But even after knowing that laziness is one of the virtues that has no pros, we still tend to bear the cons of the feeling. So, this holds correctly in case of students. Well, a child is never ever a dull one. But its laziness that retards him from studying and the consequences include the scoring of less marks, millions of complains from the teachers and all crap.

So as we all know, that God has gifted us with alike brains, its upto us, how we use ours. If we are given a mass of clay in our palms, and asked to make whatever we can, then no two people are going to make the same things. Some will just roll it over and make a ball. Some might make long snakes, yet others might make a small beaded garland out of it. So what is made out of the same kind of clay depends on how the person folds it. The same amount of clay was given to each one, yet none of them made the same things. Similarly, all our brains have the same capacities, all of us are given the same kind of brains, but its our wish how we fold it and use it.

There's something called hard work, that leads to success. But there are two kind of urges in every human. 1. Sit and always be in in an illusion of being in rest.  2. Work the hardest to achieve rest of soul, i.e., success. Though each one have the 2nd urge, but it depends upon the concentration. If 1st is in concentration 2nd will lose its hold and if 2nd is in concentration then 1st would be there but definitely 2nd will dominate the human.

So the dull ones, as some people call, aren't dull but they have a concentration of the 1st urge. But the day they will realize that they are in an illusion of being at rest, and that the true meaning of being in rest is not laying down doing nothing but is being in the rest of soul, they will wash off the 1st urge out and develop the positive virtue of hard work. So on that day, both the mental and physical indolence would be eliminated. And the dull and the weak ones, would emerge out of the shell of illusion and step into the realistic world of truth and rest of soul. And that will be the day when the world would thank for the person's presence and the Earth would boast of for beholding the person's life during the conversation with the other planets.

So, let us all totally eliminate the words and feelings of laziness, sloth, indolence, sluggishness,etc. So that we can peep into the best dimension and score best, play best and be the best....... 

What is Literary Value??

Every piece of writing has something special in it. But whatever uniqueness may it be, it is perceived by the reader. Some writings might be philosophical, others may be mime, and yet others imparting moral values or may be evoke making. Some might be a  kind of story, some might be dramatic and still others might be creative or might have a poetic leaning, or any other genre.
But whatever may the genre be, if the piece of work has literary value than that piece of work has the power to serve humanity. Well how do we know of the Harappans? Or how do we know of the past rulers? Well its all through architecture, sculpture and majority of it through writings. And a little bit through the the word of mouth by the former generations, if not devastated.
So literary value is the vital element of composition of a writing. In simple words, I am not a prognosticator, but if though today's living beings are cleansed off from the Earth, then the next civilization that might come into existence shall be able to predict every tiny details of our civilization by only reading through the writings.
So to make a piece of work valuable, the one who pens the piece must add to it every tiniest detail of that environment. For instance, if we talk of a girl living in India, then whether her description is necessary or not, we must describe each detail of her appearance. Firstly we shall talk of her visage, then her physique, then her clothes, ornaments and hairstyle, then her hobbies, her nature, etc. In short we must be able to highlight the Indian cultures, traditions, beliefs etc. in such a way, that the readers can feel his/her presence in India.
Even if we write about a scene in poetic form, then a reader shall virtually become a part of the scene. If we add emotions, then the emotions shall also enter the reader's heart and only then the piece of work could be said to have literary value.

So in a way, if someone unaware of our civilization gets to read the piece of writing, he shall be able to visualize every single element of our civilization. So one shall use describing adjectives in his writing to make it effective. For instance if I say, "There's a mountain in Bramley", then this sentence is something that does not tend to have any literary value, but if I say, "There's a huge brown mountain in the beautiful and calm Bramley village." Then this gives us an idea of the mountain, its coloration and even of the village Bramley.
So sometimes even if a work is grammatically correct, it might not have a literary value. The sentence, "There's a mountain in Bramley" is grammatically perfect, but due to lack of description and adjectives, it is not effective. So literary value could not be increased by making a piece of work grammatically correct and interesting, but rather it should be descriptive.
Descriptive is not only using adjectives, but using similes, metaphors, contrasts, personifications, etc. so a sentence or a book need not be too long, but a single word shall be able to describe everything. And at such time the figures of speech (simile, metaphor, etc.) can be used.
Shakespeare is regarded as the best playwright, writer, poet and so on, because his work has been able to put to us minutest of the details of his time. Not only has he put to us the details of his times, but has also compared his times to the characters and incidents of bible and put forward his work effectively.
Many people can write, but to write something having literary value, is something that needs to put in great efforts.

Hiuen Tsang, the Chinese traveller and the Buddhist monk, described Harsha's reign. His description is the source that helps us to know each fact about King Harshwardhana. So its the literary valued writings of Hiuen Tsang that has helped us to know a lot about our past.

The Rig, Yajur and Sam Vedas have really been helpful to us to know of  the Early and the Later Vedic Age. So we shall impart gratitude to all the above mentioned writers and authors, as they have helped us to know of our past.
So literary value in a writing makes us aware of our past and also helps us to know our present. So each one who can write shall keep in mind that your piece of writing can help the future civilizations solve many mysteries. So whatever you write, remember to add literary value to your writing, I am sure it will be a masterpiece. If it is not valued today, it would definitely be valued someday, maybe after our decline. So whatever one writes, one shall remember that he/she is writing for the cause of the future civilization. So whether your writing is to be left unnoticed today, it would be noticed some day. So give your fullest, add literary value to your writing and I am sure that your efforts would never go unnoticed.

Art and Photography

There's an innovative world in this day-to-day world. There's something that reflects the other dimension that lies in this very dimension and there are some people who can view this. These people are entitled as writers, authors, poets, film makers, photographers, painters, etc. They carve out the creative dimension in the way they can exhibit to us. So these arts reflect the new side of life. Every piece of art that our retina senses make us aware of that side of life.

A piece of writing should be so creative and descriptive that the reader shall get a complete scenario of the dimension that the creator wants to describe. A painting and a photograph should be so perfect that the desired object shall be focused upon.

Photography is something that is yet unknown in this day-to-day world. Well I used to think that photography is just the easiest job. Just clicking a capture is like eating a pie. But there's a turning point in each ones thinking. Something similar, touched up my thinking. My brother's wish of buying a new DSLR ammended my thoughts. I mocked at him at first. But then I realized that by mocking at my brother, I was mocking at myselves. As once I bought the DSLR, I realized that phtography is like touching the minutest fact of an object. I then slowly started learning what photography is...How to be a good photographer...How to give impart life to a photo, etc.

So after having peeped into the inner depth of photography I realized that sometimes when we begin something, there's a feeling of being the most learned one, but once we become accustomed to the art and we swim into the depth, it feels that we know even less than a beginner. So in photography and in any other art, we should remember that no novice has reached the intermediate stage. We should comprehend that even after we feel that the intermediate stage has been reached, we shall remember that there's a stage out there waiting for us to climb upon.
Capturing a photo is not important. But what to capture, when to capture, where to capture, how to capture, what shall be the shutter speed, what shall be the intensity of the flash, what shall be the mode of the camera, what to focus on, how much to focus, how much to zoom in or out etc. is what is more vital. When all these facts club together,  a better photo can be clicked. Yet the photo cannot be a masterpiece.
To make a masterpiece, besides having set everything mentioned above correctly, there's something else that we need to take care of. We need to engross ourselves into that object, we need to study the minutest detail of it and then set everything accordingly. I don't say that without all these settings you cannot click a good photo, but I am talking about how to capture the best one.
Well we say, that we are bad at painting or bad at writing. But we take photography for granted. We never say that we are bad at photography. We always feel that photography is not something to be learned. But the actual art of photography has a great scope for mastery.
Have we seen each and every animal on Earth? No...But yet we know the minutest of the details of almost all the animals. We look at pictures in books and on the net and come to know of these animals. So its the photographs clicked and the paintings painted that help us to gain perfect information about these animals.
So there's a lot that we have known by means of the ancient photographs. So if the photos wouldn't have been a perfect piece, than we would not have been able to know the minutest of certain ancient details.
So in a way photography is an art, that should be developed. There are certain websites like nationalgeographic.com, etc. that help to develop this skill and talent. So lets try out our best and learn this art and click photos in such a way that our future generations will also be able to know the minutest of today's culture and today's world....

Smiling Deepavali!!

Chakardi, fuljardi, dadam, hawai, rocket ne sutri bomb...These are the hot favorite words chanted in these days. For Diwali, Deepavali or the Festival of Lights has rendered into the Vikram Samvat's Aso Amavasya.
The decorated sweets and the garnished houses! All jumbled and patched together. For the words no more matter. Joy, jolly, happiness, fun, enchantment, merriment, gladness, cheerfulness, ecstasy, excitement, euphoria, delightfulness, blissfulness, rejoice, exuberance and bliss no more seem similar, they just seem one and the same. No matter whether its D or A or F or C, there's an undescribable spirit of fruitfulness, pleasure and awesomeness among the festive engrossed people.
The pot of merth seems to be camouflaging and seeking shelter in each ones hearts. For besides all the melancholic conditions, there's a beam of joy in each one's mood. All mere pains are left aside, and with a thrill of enthusiasm a sorrow free Diwali is celebrated.
But the above mentioned sorrow free carnival is just for the wealthy and sufficient families. We all talk of Diwali bonuses and Dhanteras Dhamakas and all weird stuffs. But in the light of misery, we forget that Diwali was at first celebrated as a feast of victory of good over evil. But today, its just fun all day.

Well having fun is not at all bad, but we should not develop that evil of selfishness in our hearts. We just don't consider the situations of the poor and the deserted. They too have hearts and they too have the right to jump into the jumble of joy.
So what if they don't earn much. Lets give them the bonuses. Lets help the poor in all way we can. Let's at least give them our old clothes that we instead throw out during the annual cleaning. If we cannot help with money, then at least if we can bring a smile on their face.
Well though money is joy these days. But we should remember that there's a world where, joy and money have no relations. The world doesn't have the classes- rich, middle class, poor but instead has classes like- happy, unhappy and sad. So this Diwali lets unfurl that world into being. If we cannot uplift the poor in our worldly classification, then at least we can help them advance in the world of joy.
There's something that we can try. Instead of frowning at some poor child, lets smile at them. Lets make friends with them. What if that boy can't afford to go to school? Lets teach the boy human values. What if he stays dirty. Lets ask him to take a bath in the nearby pond and look better. What if that boy can't burst crackers, lets at least not shoo him off when he gazes at our house to enjoy the sight of the crackers we burst. Lets not be mean to them, but be kind and caring.
If we show them affection, and rather this Diwali pledge to care for them and help this world to evolve into
the ideal classification system, then this Diwali would become worth it. Lets take up this chore.
Being happy ourselves isn't much difficult, smiling isn't much difficult, but making someone happy, making someone smile matters. So this Diwali lets urge for a smile on every face. Let's hope for the world that classifies on the basis of happiness and joy, so that no one seeks a permanent position on the upper berths. For happiness and grievances are a part of life. So in such a classification, each one will summon the lower level and the upper level of life. Each one inferior today, shall become superior some day and vice versa.
So this 'Bestu Varas' lets not just clean up our homes, but lets clean up our minds too and revolutionize our thoughts. Lets peep into such a dimension where people irrespective of their caste, creed, religion, class, race, have the right to stay lively and joyous.
So lets wish each being, a HAP HAP HAPPY and a SMILING DIWALI...... :)

The Results of the Result

A last hit of prominence and then all were shot dead. The wonder kids were planked like smuts. All nightmare rumors shook the reality. As if the fringes of errs were tugged out to render the stillness to a surge. The light violet hue of enchantment was being hewed to segregate into deep crimson of shame and an unwanted white of acceptance. A scent of remorse was formidable in the entire ambience. A self- scorn prevailed too.
For it was the occasion of the ennuntiation of each pupils'  semiannual academic evaluation. The positive expectations were groomed, but in the negative way. The expected score accurately depicted the error count. After having been toasted for 6 months, the bread yet either left raw or was burnt. But neither was the toaster blamed nor was the wheat. The bread emerged to be faulty. A slaughterhouse opened up within a blink. The cunning chicken sighted at the butcher with an eye filled with innocent requests. But the paper stained with ink encroached over the human right to living.
The cardiologist mocked at the patient for a worsened condition of blockage and so the day of yells disturbed the entire ecosystem. The drizzles rained upwards. For the zeros didn't satisfy the law of gravity. The hawker nearby suffered the most. Just as the stacking up of marks lessened, the sweets and junkies were totally forbidden.
The post- accidental shock could best illuminate the pain in the horrified being. The touch of the witch wouldn't have terrified the pupils' as much. A faded future approached the eyes of each being glancing at the inked sheets. The anger of the teacher was depicted by the red marks in the sheets and the calmness of the children, by the blue letters. But the blue count had been bet by the red marks and so had the calmness been blown out by the anger. So the red marks were a mode of showing a proportionate homogeneous mixture of both- anger and love, but instead the interpretation of the red circles by the kids was the circle of death.
Something was all in common in the scenario for or each student, besides the uniform, the face looked extravagantly pale, the marks stated their commonly dull knowledge and the most common, none of their minds had made any plans of becoming sincere. Because, all the dullness and shyness, was all for a day or two. For the next day or the day after, the keys for the handcuffs would be built. The untied would untie the tied, and again a normal mischievous and a life lacking studies, would continue till the annual tests. Just the way the water cycle unanimously proceeds, the happiness and sorrows of school and college life would go on and on. But unlike the water cycle, there would definitely be an end of the cycling life, there would be a day when the joys of scoring and the grievances of lacking good scores would  impediment forever with the ending of the college life. So lets live all what we have today....

Inner Cry

That when the tears wiggle down, a person's grief is expressed up. It fetches up most of the attention of the surrounding beings. The grief shatters with each tear and minimizes. But if the sorrow's too intense, then the minimization takes time. And most of the times, the overall grief needs too much tears to diminish. That the tears extinguish out for that particular time. And so the grief gets no way out.
At such a time the grief gets trapped until some occasion welcomes it. And when the grief bursts again, the tears which have been recovered by then, shed out. But if the sorrow yet exists in within, then such a kind of grief feeds upon one's entire being.
That's the time when the innerself cries. And at that moment no one can know of your situation except the closest of your dear ones. In such a situation you have no choice. You just can't deal with any circumstances. You know that its in vain to cry over spilt milk, so you don't and are not able to shed over the tears that minimize grief. But the grief clings to the walls of your heart. And such a situation is definitely more threatening than even arteriosclerosis.
Expressing grief  too relieves you from the same. Tears can express your grief to others and relieve you from it. But when your heart cries in within, no tears are shed out, and so there's no one who shall pay attention to your situation.
For instance, if someone becomes obese then the fat layer beneath the skin that is physically visible shall gain people's attention and any being shall advice that fatty to lose weight or else he shall soon thicken his artery walls. And so shall the someone take measures to prevent the thickening. But what if a thin stick - like man begins gathering fat in his inner arteries? The person remain unnoticed, and he shall die of arteriosclerosis, just because that was something that happened in within and wasn't visible in the person's physical appearance.
A similar situation paves the way in case of grief. If the grief is from inner within, then it remains unresolved. And if the grief multiplies itself then that person shall indulge in grief resulting to depression and thoughts of suicide and so on. So grief is something that shall be taken care of.
I mean that crying in within shall not be permitted for our ownself, because that would not at all lessen the mourn. Instead, we shall not be ashamed of crying in public, beacuse that is something that will eat up all the mourns in our hearts. So that the internal cries don't start up.
It's very rightly proved that the mental and internal cries are more painful and threatening than the cries in which our lacrymal gland secretes its enzymes.
So whenever a grief strikes us, we shall remember that a loud cry with tears would definitely help to  relieve lots of internal pain and also spill off mental stress. So let the store of tears be finished up, buy more of it, or wait for more of it to be created naturally, and spill out every single molecule of your grief with the salty water that sheds out from the retina.
Though a smile can make a day, but with a cry, the grief shall never stay..... :)
Cry off, before the grief shall force your heart to cry internally...and the situation shall worsen itself....

Commercialisation of Festivals ~ Has it depleted the true significance?

The article below has been written as a speech for a inter house debate at school. I am the captain of my house and so have I written this speech for the candidate of my house. Anyways the person who asked for the speech had to speak for proving the point that commercialization has not depleted the true significance of festivals and so have I written it in that point of view. Otherwise, even I never used to agree upon this fact. But anyways, after thinking of the point from this dimension I think I am to take the side of commercialization....

Commercialising has really amended the way the festivals are celebrated. But it does not at all, point that the actual and true significance of festivals has been lost. Commercialisation has indeed added up to the expenditure upon the feasts and decoration but it doesn't mean that the true belief and the true significance is lost. 

If we take up Rakshabandhan, a sister tries to buy the best 'rakhi' for her brother at all cost, she does spends up all she can. But the inner love for her brother remains the same. And the true significance for the Rakshabandhan is the tightening of the bond of love among siblings. And whether the sister tries out to buy the most expensive 'Rakhi' but it neither effects her love for her brother nor does it loosen the bond. So how can commercialization deplete the importance of any festival?

Diwali is a festival of lights. The matter of commescialisation in this carnival is that the shopkeepers make too much profit upon the selling of expensive crackers and people buy the crackers that are expensive, for just showing off. But what does Diwali signify? Its just complete expression of joy upon the arrival of Rama. And its celebrated by bursting crackers for merriment. So, if we buy more crackers, then its complete fun in bursting them. So, anyways any cracker bursted brings out the fact that Diwali is being celebrated with complete joy. So how can it be brought out that its significance is being depleted?

The next fest in the agenda is Navratri. Nowadays, cash awards and tour packages are given to the best of Garba players. So it is said that instead of doing Garba as a worship to the 'Matajis' it is done out of creed for money and awards. But this blame is something not considerable as there are many Garba organising venues where awards are non given out. There too, Garba is done with the same enthusiasm and belief. So the worshiping of Goddesses, being the significance, has not at all depleted. 

The very next fest in the list of commercialisation is Ganesh Chaturthi. It is totally a religious festival. And it is blamed that people have started buying individual deities of Ganesha instead of a joint and group worshiping of a single idol just for the sake of show off. But this does not effect the belief in Ganesha Instead, the belief is strengthened as each individual is worshiping the idols with great belief individually. So in this case commercialisation has instead added up to the belief of people. 

The very next point is that nowadays, during festivals the crowd in the temples is remarkably increasing. This directly proves that the increase in the belief of Gods, say it be Janmasthami, then on Lord Krishna's birth temples are being overcrowded and the increase in the number of people visiting temples during carnivals points out, that the significance of festivals has increased manifold.

And after all, commercialisation has nevertheless helped people earn their livelihood either by selling colours, Rakhis or the attires for other festivals. And the only thing in commercialisation of festivals is that the festivals are being celebrated extravagantly and its obvious that if a cake is being garnished with cherries and other topings, it doesn't mean that the actual appetite of the cake is lost. Instead it seems more tastier, adding up to its significance.

The festivals that we celebrate, have been celebrated since years and seeing the increase in the religiousness the people and their belief in festivals we can definitely say that its significance is increasing year in and year out. So how can any factor be depleting the significance of our belovant festivals?

All about A*STAR India Youth Scholarship

The early date of August was welcomed by a thrill of enthusiasm prevailing among the veins. An envelope stuck at my hand that had been sent off by the Singapore Government. I was completely mused by the invitation that had knocked up my door. Though I was aware of something as astonishing as that because my inbox had been sparked up with the flame of hope merely a couple of days ago. I had been invited to sit for the A*STAR Scholarship test that was my goal of the year. Though it had mated my mind, yet I was entirely unaware of the syllabus that the examination followed. Surfs on net and chats with wizards had proved fatal, for yet the syllabus had not yet unfolded for me. The only thing I had been able to know of was that I had to surf through the very test to break out the Indian cage.

Anyways, in the last days I came to know a bit of the exams. The three papers: Maths, English and General Ability were to comprise of questions of higher secondary level. Better late than never, just two days ago, did I lately start up preparing the R.S. Agarwal. But that fat nerd was out of the world for me. I was entirely confused, where to start from. That puzzling and startling ate up my last chances too. Though, after having prognosticated the failure in future, yet I boarded the train to Delhi.

The arrival at the hotel staggered me up, not of nausea or weakness, but of the striking interior. It was beyond fantasies. A heaven at Delhi had waited for me since days. But, the matter wasn't the outside appearance of the five star hotel but the inner being. Yes, I mean that the invigilator, the examination hall and everything else was the best for me, but the papers set up were ravaging.

A virtual narration could begin with the scholarship briefing that we were given. We had a nice interactive juncture with the Singaporeans. I had my mind cleared off from the so- called doubts of the post scholarship exam period. The next was our GAT or General Ability Test. The almost 60 of us (half batch) were giving instructions for advancing forth. We were at first told of the timings and all. I was just freaked to know that the entire 48 of general ability questions were to be done in just 20 minutes. It was a kind of practically impossible. I was just able to complete 38 of the questions. The questions were like complete the pattern kind of. There were figures given to us. But the most boring thing of the shapes that we had to complete was that they had just 5 colours. Just black, white, blue and grey. Anyways, they just seemed childish, but the questions after no. 15 were just tricky ones. But it was fun to have tried out such a level of questions.

The next, was the lunch break, after which we had our Mathematics Test. The most furious and horrid was that test. There were around 34 questions having a number of subparts. The questions covered topics including graphs, squares and square root, linear and simultaneous and quadratic equations, trigonometry, indices and surds, surface area and volume, trigonometry ( a high level one), graphs, triangles, factorization, expansions and so on. The 100 marks paper ( around 2 hours) was harder than anything and was just a total mess for me and most of my fellow mates. I still curse upon myself for not having practiced for the maths test. So I have no hope for myself being selected for the interview after a bad performance in Maths test for which 130 of us had sat altogether.

After a short refreshing half and hour break, we had our English papers. Yes, we had two tests without a break. The first paper comprised of fill up the blanks kind questions that tested our vocabularies and grammatical powers. The test wasn't like choose the right answer questions as in General Ability Test, but a bit of writing of one or two words in the answer paper was also to be done. We were also given two long comprehensions with a bit of questions that fall under the tag of trickiness and simplicity. Then we had inserting of preposition and conjunction type questions. There were around 50 questions altogether to be done in one and a half hours. The time was more than enough. The English exam 1 was just superb for me.

Next, the English exam 2 was a topic of fun, for it included writing of an essay in just 30 minutes. The topics were 'If you recommend some foreigner to visit some historical place in India, what would you recommend and why so?' The other one that I attempted was, 'The most memorable day at school.' The essay writing was fun, though 30 minutes seemed to be insufficient, anyways I made it at the right time.

With the essay framing and a check of demiurgicness, our day at the grand hotel folded up. We bade a bye to our newly made temporary friends. And with this, the day that I had been waiting for since months, ended up.

We were told during the scholarship briefing that the pupil selected, would be sent a mail in late October or early November giving a call for an interview. Its a worth giving exam, so I don't feel regretted even after having messed out the entire answer sheet with stupid answers. Though I have no hope at all, to be selected, yet I can say that this was the most memorable day that would be stored in my archives. 

Our race yet has hope

The world is at the worst. Its all to end up. Heading towards its decline. There are all the worst of incidents that our dear blue planet is summoning. The deluge cannot just be fixed out ever, not even through thousand stitches. Human extinction is soon to bang out and our death is soon to lick us and lead us to the heaven of solemness.

I am not at all talking of anything co- relating to natural disasters or so called holocaust that is to harbinger. But am pointing out to human attitudes towards this world. If we think that something is going to end out, then its definitely to end. For the entire strength lies in our psychologies. Anyways that's not what the point here is. But the thing is that its our deeds that led us right here.

We say that the world is facing a holocaust, just because of all thats happening right here. Pornography, drinking, blue films, smoking, prostitution, trafficking and such acts are the cause of the end. A near past states that a girl and a boy has to bond as one only once, i.e., marry just once, and life longly live with the same partner. But nowadays living relationships and the concepts of boyfriends and girlfriends has spoiled the broth of our well- organized systems. I am sure each one of us would frown at people involved in the above mentioned illegal and cheap acts. And I am sure too that these topics are not at all wrangling. There's each one who shall protest against them.

But I would like to take sides this time. I am with the people who are the guilts. I don't mean they do good or anything, but there's a ocean deep reason for my statement. To be all clear, I am not one of them. But there's quite a bit justifying argument that I have.

We all know it well that a monkey shall never stop itching in public or grinning and imitating. If even it be trained, there would be some day when it shall show off its true nature. Not because it is what it is. But for God created it like it. We can train it, it would remain a disciplined ape, for a while or for the whole life, but anyways the next generations of the ape will exhibit the colors that it was painted with by our creator.

A potter can shape up a pot, it shall remain like it for years, decades, centuries, but a day would arrive when the pot shall break out into its initial form, i.e., it would break into pieces of dry sand some day. Just because the sand was what God created, and the pot was just our illusion that we made something of something that wasn't that thing. So we made the wet sand and mud a pot, that was not the actual form of the sand.

In simple words, we all know the cycles that take place on Earth. Let's take up the water cycle, the sea water that is the initial form of water. It gets evaporated and forms vapour, then condenses to form a cloud. Nextly, it rains off or hails off, but ultimately the river and glaciers (after melting) flow into the oceans. Even if we consume the water, then ultimately we drain it into rivers which carry it into seas. Hence, any drop of water gains its initial beingness.

So that is what is with we humans. We were created by Gods as one of the naked apes or something quite related to it, but we think we are advanced. We feel that we solved out wonders and are ruling the world.

We shoooo off the dirty animals round us....Yuk!!! and we hit a stone at it. But hey us, that little monkey might be the great great great great great great grandson of our great great great great great great grandfather's best friend.

We know that we have changed our lives or rather succeeded in changing into the good creatures. But we shall remember that the water cycle returns to the starting point. So if we are returning to what we were, then its alright. We know, and even I know that the pot was the better and productive stage of the dry sand, but the authencity that it would break out some day is also not  false. And it will and it shall break off. And the very same is with us.

We used to live altogether without any so called rule. No marriages, nothing. Have we heard of a cave man marriage?? So no marriages, no husbands, no wives, just temporary parents just like other animals at the present. We talk of porns, blue films, trafficking, prostitution, but actually, we used to wear no clothes in the past. We talk of drinking and smoking, our past dealt with difficulties in getting to have food, what alcohol was, didn't matter. Anything and everything was consumable.

So this clearly shows that we are tottering to our initial stage. I don't say that its good. But that's the truth. We have to and we will return to the past because history repeats itself and it will, for that's the rule of our creator. But its in our hands, that for how long do we survive in this stage. So there's a chance, there's a way out. There's no rule that how long you might take to return to your actual beingness. The water can take centuries to return to the sea, but it has to. But its in the hands of that very molecule. It can gather upon the bed rock, till not dug. It can form the lowermost layer of the iceberg that would melt after decades. But it would definitely some day return to the sea.

So let's not curse upon such doers. But lets try to let them comprehend, that if the molecule of water will mistakenly enter the river once then it would definitely flow into the oceans and come to its original state. So why to even step into the river? But the youngsters have stepped into the river , but there's land even beneath the river that seeps the water. So its not the time to curse that molecule, but ask it to seep down that land. For if we curse the molecule then it would get annoyed and so it wouldn't get time to seep down to the bottom and think from the bottom of its heart and some day, the entire drop shall return back to the ocean, i.e., its initial stage.

So lets join up to seep down the deepest bedrock, so lets try to be what we are as women and men from the deep within, and if all of us revolutionize from the deep core of our hearts, then there are chances for our survival till we ought, besides the fact that initialness and beingness shall carry us back some day. But lets try our best to remain in the state of the pot rather than the dry sand........

Rakshabandhan

The eagerness among siblings is soon to end out fruitfully. For the planning that had been taking place since days, is to be implemented soon. The attires bought are to be worn soon, the gifts and threads have been bought after days of choosing out from the chaff. And among the married ones, there's a sort of mutual understanding being concluded whether, the sister goes to her brother or the brother goes to his wife's brother. And all these efforts just because Rakshabandhan is right round the corner.

A day that strengthens bonds between brothers and sisters is to touch up our calanders. Rakshabandhan has a quite of interesting history behind it. According to the MAhabharata, Draupadi- the wife of the Pandavas had tied a thread on Krishna's wrist for asking a word of promise from Krishna that he would always protect her (Raksha). And one bad day, the Kauravas happened to insult Draupadi publicly. So when the Kauravas unveiled Draupadi's saree, Lord Krishna protected her by providing her with an infinity saree, and the Kauravas were unable to publicly unveil Draupadi.

So in course of time, that thread began to be called rakhi for it was tied by a sister on a brother's wrist for asking the brother to protect (raksha) her from all happenings. So rakhi is eventually a thread of bonding. It depicts the love of a sister, for her brother. 

So on the day of Rakshabandhan, the sister firstly ties the rakhi on her brother's wrist, then she dips her middle finger in 'kankoo' and imprints her finger onto her brother's forehead, called 'tilak'. Nextly she sticks some rice grains upon the wet tilak and anon lights a 'diya' and then does the 'aarti' of her brother. The 'bandhan' ends when sister offers sweet to her brother and vice versa. Nextly, the brother offers a beautiful gift to her sister. This ends up the bonding process.

So after the bandhan, the brother's promise is held with proof. So this is a festival of love. A festival for which each of the brothers and each of the sisters await for. The rakhi is just a thread, but this festival marks up the strength of just a thin thread. Its a carnival of brothers and sisters. Its a festival of promises, a festival of relationships, a festival of bonds, a festival imparting oneness, a festival of bonds and a festival that is something more than a festival but its the day when the feeling trapped in the inner heart bounces out gracefully into honest promises and expectations. 

Shattered into bits!!

  The worst part of one's life could be experiencing two different cultures of living and then adapting to the one that’s much very superstitious and full of jealousies. One for all, I am just here to share something of my own life. A part of my autobiography that I plan to pen. An experience filled up with melancholy that still forces tears to tangle up in my retina. The period from 2006 to 2013, that deals with my life. 

  A worth sharing experience....But before that, I would like to share a bit of my personal details. I was born in Veraval, Gujarat and I was brought up till the age of 6 in Bharuch, Gujarat. Everything was all well, and I used to be a creature filled with patriotism. I used to love my dear India and all the customs and traditions were respected by me untill there entered a turning point in my life. My father is a professor and worked at J.P. college, Bharuch. One fine day, he got a call for an interview and was offered a job at Oxford university, Britain. He gladly accepted it and then went on all plans for shifting our residence. 
    My father planned to settle there alone at the very first. But soon, when he reached Britain, he got a severe shock right there. The Oxford University refused to offer him the job. He anyways got forth with some other job at the largest mall in Guilford locality. But that just bored him and strained him to its fullest. He returned back to India. 
   But whole of my cogitations were with the snowmen in Europe. My ranking at school dropped down rapidly, wishing that though my father disliked that environment, he would definitely settle down there. And I would no more have to study the stressful stuffs.
    And soon the momentous day arrived, my father agreed to go back to Briatin once again. I lived the best portions of my life with the Britishers. I studied in British schools and had British friends and teachers. I led a pleasureful and a humilious life. A life where human were respected. I still remember the day when mom had gone for a job interview and dad was busy with his work at the shop and I fell ill at school. No one came to pick me up, so my class teacher stayed at school with me and asked me to rest my head on her lap. She dealt with me more lovingly than her own child. She had no grudge upon neither me nor my parents, though she had to keep up at school for an hour more than her paid working. 
    There we were treated like the newly bloomed flowers. Tendered and licked like the newly born infants. Each moment spilled out joy from the pot. Each thing learned, fondled up our thoughts. Even our stupid ideas were appreciated and at the end of the day due to encouragement for the smallest of things, our stupidity transformed to creativity.  
     Aforesaid happenings and incidents faded off my patriotism for India, and I got accustomed to the kind and caring British behaviors and attitudes. Their honesty and friendliness touched the core of my heart. But stability had never been fated for me. 
     I did miss India. Rather Indians, rather my family and friends. But one fine day, my father came to me and said that it was all over, and he could no more bear the hardships of living and we were returning back to India as my dad wasn't able to bear the work loads once again. I had a mixed set of emotions. I did want to live there but at the same time i wanted to return back too.
    The day I stepped up my flight, I turned down and looked at the beautiful United Kingdom for the last time. Those people were like angels, and rather more holy than them too. But we need to carve out with time. I archived the stay at England as a pretty dream. 
     But now started the tragic part. After returning to India, my life took a twist. I was into bits seeing my dear India. Injustice was the law that prevailed. Honesty was enforceable to the court of law. Partiality, favors, etc. prevailed right at each level. Appreciation had flown into the vast oceans of jealousies.
     This all seemed to me the day I arrived back to India, not because India had changed in the past months of my stay in England, but because, after having experienced one of the best systems in the world, I got to know what a fair system is. And what kind of loopholes Indian people summon in their attitudes.
     Here, the best of ideas were said to be silly. Trust and faith had disappeared in the sky like the bubbles that once existed. I used to cry a lot for this decision of my dad. Not just in those days of 2007, but even today I feel that my dad should have thought oncqe again.
      My life feels miserable at times of injustice. I feel that I wish I could rectify my deeds. Each part of joy, has a sense of grief in its deep depth. Its really difficult to survive in the false attitudes of friendliness and relations. the humbleness of those Britishers still strike up my thoughts and stun my cogitations. Its getting harder for me to survive in India with each injustice done to me and with each depreciation that I saw for the deeds of the mere kids by their teachers.
      Now its been quite a lot unbearable to survive in the worst type of systems in the world, after having experienced the best. But my hands are bound. Neither can I help this demolishing country, nor can I help myself to get back to Britain. I couldn't even hope for betterment, as Indians never are to accept my blames upon their way of thinking. And until some wrong working is accepted, it cannot be changed. 
       The only thing I can do is fly away from this selfish country, or just pray to God for aid. For aiding India- that has still got a chance and a scope to change and not tee off of the deeds of its own inhabitants. 

No heiress?? Let me have it...

  Every being on our Earth oughts freedom. Every being oughts to be equal. Each one of us want to devastate the threads of inequalities that drench up our freedom. We do want to fly round the world like the birds without any boundaries. Indian constitution too ensures that Indians are socialist. It strives to bridge the gap between the rich and the poor so that equality of status and equal pay for equal work becomes meaningful.

   But certain traits remain just to be said implemented and the practical result out of the verdicts are not to be seen anywhere. What I mean is that the authencity that the government is trying its best to bridge the gap between the rich and the poor is just for the namesake. The government has never worked for the aim. It has never tried to implement ideas to build the bridge. Actually there aren't any ideas at all.

    But what I feel is that abolishing inheritance could help out in someway. For what is happening is that the forefathers workout for gaining money and the younger generations just inherit it. The only thing they have to do is to just maintain it. So as they have inherited the wealth, they can never be able to comprehend the hard work that their forefathers had done. And so they don't care for the ones without money.

    Gradually, what is happening is that the work done by the poor is becoming thrice more than the work done by the rich men and the money the poor earn sum even thrice lesser than the rich men. This is just due to the law of inheritance.

    Now one for all if we abolish that inheritance fact then we can definitely get a solution. What can be done is that the UN shall decide to abolish the law of inheritance. The property of a father shan't go to his offsprings and instead be given to the government. When a man dies, his property shall be transferred to his wife, and when his wife dies too, then his property shall be handed over to the government and not to his son. In a way, when the son grows to a certain age, then he will not have anything to feed upon until he/she establishes his/her own empire. So for good's sake, the spoilt guys would no more feed upon the hard work of their fathers and instead they would learn to go through hardships.

     Just like our caste, our economic positions are also being determined by our father's will. So the rich remain rich and the poor suffer of their poverty not only lifelong, but also generations long. So if this system of heir and heiress is brushed off, then economic status would not totally depend on birth, but would to a great extent depend on the work done by any individual.

     If this idea is put forward and if this bill is passed by the parliament, then a very rigid bridge could be constructed, and both the shores would be transformable. In a way the country would prosper, for the rich generations wouldn't be the dominator and the poor generations not the sufferer..

      This would enhance and magnify and resolve the problem of inhuman treatment to old parents by some spoiled children as till the father lives, the property remains n the hands of the son, but once the father leaves, everything would be finished. So the son would be forced to remain in healthy relations with the parents, despite being married. So this would help out to not only improve economical conditions, but the social conditions too.

       Years ago, kingship and governance used to be hereditary. The monarchy used to create disturbances in the territorial governance. But as the system of descendance of throne was washed out, and an electe3d head was to be chosen, so that's why all the countries aren't experiencing interior wars and dominations. So the words heir, inheritance & descendant are some words that are to be pulled off the dictionaries as we have already experienced the advantage of the amendment and abolishment of these words in politics.

       There would definitely be a deep impact of this system in the entire country and the entire mindset of people would rationalize. The rich would also be able to coherent the hardships to build up a kingdom. The poor would also get a chance to prosper. And then whatever the financial conditions of the people be, they would at least have a pinch of satisfaction hat at least they weren't born to be so but they are there of their own deeds. And satisfaction is a signboard on the way to happiness. Hence, each one would be thankful for what they have as they got a chance. The misbeliefs and cursing to God wouldn't rather take place because it wasn't the fortune birth, but their own abilities that took them to their place.

        So why not?? Let's give this system a start. Let's try it out once. It's not too late. Let the economic gaps be narrowed. Let our demiurgic get a change. Let our discriminated world leave behind birth rights and let the Earth as a whole progress...