Not so sad

Should one be worried of being sad?
If you think about it, it's not that bad
Of all the emotions that I have had
It is something which always remains in fad

It holds you close with the tightest clad
Stays with you even when you are mad
Doesn't matter if it's presence is only a tad
Am thankful for all the things it does add

Ironically, it makes you glad
Will take time before you become a grad
Surely, of all feelings, it's the experienced dad
Making every other, look like limited utility lad

Say something

Has this happened to you?

For once in your life

As much as you wanted to speak

Words and you were at strife

You wanted them to behave

They did not listen

You wanted to express

They did not glisten

Made you wonder

If you have lost it forever

Silence for so long

What has made this ability sever?

Neither did it flow from up there

Nor did it rise from your left, below

The distance from both ends seemed so small

It turned out to be very large though

From paragraphs you started

Then focused on a single sentence

Then there was the point

It had to be word by word, hence

Though this helped

But upto an extent

The first few words came out

But they were infrequent

And I am sure the effort that went in

For those few

Was more than all put together in my life

That ever went through

Am there

Hey, my friend
Don't know how to say
I care for you a lot
Though I may not, as much display

Boasting is not my intention
But want to share the fact
That whenever you called for help
I quickly got into the act

And there were times
When you did not give me a shout
Still sensed and tried my best
To leave nothing for you to pout

And there were also times
When it was me behind
The way things got sorted
But you turned an eye blind

I don't complain
But am a little sad
For had expected a little more
In return, than I have till now had

I know it is not good
To expect something in return
But have tried explaining that to myself
Failed each time and so have accepted this yearn

But you be happy
That is what I will always pray
Even if it is not me
Who makes you happy and gay

Just one request
While choosing friends, be a little wise
What one sees with the eyes
May be a disguise

They will laugh at your jokes
And would pursue some amount of coax
The thing to see is
When would you realize that it is all hoax

Just ensure that
Such a situation does not arise
The one making you smile today
Becomes the reason for your cries

Finally, I promise you, my friend
That I will wait and wait
So that when you are in need
There is someone who can fight with fate

Why does this happen?

This is a long overdue post. I thought about writing this a couple of times but ... lets leave that.

It is sad how things change so quickly. I am in the middle of my second year in my grad school. In the break after the first year i.e. during the summers, I very sad incident happened. One of my seniors died in a road accident.

Firstly, it was difficult for me to even comprehend such a thing. I though it has to got to be a mistake. How can this happen? Though I didn't knew this person well, I had seen him a number of times. I think I had talked to him when I was to decide for whether and where to go on the Exchange program of my institute. And he was so helpful in not only hearing where I stood in deciding, but gave me all the guidance he could.

Like others, he had got himself placed in a good company and must have been waiting for the joining date or may have already started working. As my mother said on hearing the news, he was just about to begin his life for he would have struggled hard for the education he got and for the job as well. As one of my friends said, it is like preparing oneself for an event, putting one's whole self in the preparation - and then being told on the D-day that you are not supposed to participate in the event.

As soon as I heard the news, I checked his name on a social networking site to see if I could find his profile / photo. I did find those and just started wondering why has it to be this guy. What did he do different / wrong? I called some of my other senior to see if they knew more about the incident. Secretly, I was hoping that someone would say that it was a misunderstanding and that either the story is not true or that he is not dead but has injured himself.

To my dismay nothing of that sort was told to me. Those who haven't heard sounded as shocked as myself. One thing everyone said was that he was a very nice person - smart, intelligent and always eager to help. Why he, then?

As I though of writing this post, I thought of checking his profile on the social networking site again. It is kind of naive but again the secret hope in my mind was that there would be some activity against his name and I would not have to write this. I was happy to see that there was activity and for a few seconds my hope started gaining strength.

But soon I realized that it the activity was only incoming and no outgoing activity was getting registered. Some people who did not knew wanted to get in touch and some who did knew still wanted to get in touch or just remember him. It was his birthday last week and people had sent him messages wishing him for the day, knowing well what had happened but believing that the message would reach him, one way or the other.

Some messages

heyyy ...!!!happy birthday!! i wish i could call..

IN GONNA DO WHAT WE PLANNED ON DOING FOR YR BDDAY.... YOU BETTER BE THERE .....

it was a privilege knowing you. birthday wishes from the bottom of my heart... hope it reaches you.

I will never believe it... not and might take forever... I am wishing you Happy Birthday just the way I would have wished you otherwise

God, here is a plea, wish Happy birthday on my behalf.

happy birthday, never got to know you better, and i guess i am out of time now. :( you are an amazing person. I still remember the little time i spent together... Stay happy where ever you are..we miss you.

our frndshp is rowing older n stronger........ u r there........u r around us n i just know dat...just wanna say dat u r very good frnd, someone who is desired by everyone...........n u r not only remembered but thought of very often....u r one of the cool fnds dat i had the priviledge of knowing ...... n u will always remain as spl as u were the day we all met for the first time..!!!!!

I keep on visiting your profile buddy! Take care wherever u r!

abe kuch to indication de diy kar, chal jawaab nahin dega, phone nahin karega to kam se kam ek bar online dikh jaaa, kuch kar yaar... aise chalegaa nahin... is too damn crazy man... dude, its not really easy to get over tis and u aint helping...

Got your camera for the trip ... Couldn't finalize the dates and all, you know me!!! I hope you come by on a friday and force me to drop everything and catch the next bus ... Well i guess you won't, but may be you will!!!

u.. u know m travelling to delhi today...n remember we had planned to meet........ but now.....................................

despite wat i thot.. thrs no acceptance.. it still hurts.. sometimes the hurt is solid and sits in my heart.... and sometimes its warm and oozy ans spills over.. and then are teh questions .. the worst of all..they never go.. and no answers.. miss u..

I told u, u r the biggest RG i hv seen.

i still can't believe it mate..... Grp 12 was the only grp which remained intact throughout the first year..... but we never thought.. we will be separated in this way... :(

The real story of "Sardarji Barah Baj gaye"

Not written by me…


I was standing at Jalandhar station when my attention went towards a Sikh youth standing near me wearing a Black turban having a long beard and wearing a kirpan over his shirt.

After a while, one local train arrived, which was totally packed. The Sikh youth tried to board the train but failed to do so. Just then a voice was heard from the back coach 'Sardarji Barah Baj gaye' (Sir it's 12 o'clock!)

The Sikh youth looked over at that voice maker and instead of showing any anger smiled at him.

The smile was so enigmatic that it seemed as if some type of truth lies behind it. Not able to resist my temptation, I walked towards him and asked why he smiled at that person who teased him. The Sikh youth replied, 'He was not teasing me but was asking for my help'. I was surprised with these words and he told me that there was a big history behind that which one should know. I was eager to know the History and the Sikh youth narrated:

During 17th Century, when Hindustan was ruled by Mughals, all the Hindu people were humiliated and were treated like animals. Mughals treated the Hindu women as there own property and were forcing all Hindus to accept Islam and even used to kill the people if they were refusing to accept. That time, our ninth Guru, Sri Guru Teg Bahadarji came forward, in response to a request of some Kashmir Pandits, to fight against all these cruel activities. Guruji told the Mughal emperor that if he could succeed in converting him to Islam, all the Hindus would accept the same.

But, if he failed, he should stop all those activities. The Mughal emperor happily agreed to that but even after lots of torture to Guruji and his fellow members he failed to convert him to Islam and Guruji along with his other four fellow members, were tortured and sacrificed their lives in Chandni Chowk. Since the Mughals were unable to convert them to Islam they were assassinated.

Thus Guruji sacrificed his life for the protection of Hindu religion.
Can anybody lay down his life and that too for the protection of another religion? This is the reason he is still remembered as "Hind Ki Chaddar", shield of India. For the sake of whom he had sacrificed his life, none of the them came forward to lift his body, fearing that they would also be assassinated.

Seeing this incident our 10th Guruji, Sri Guru Gobind Singhji (Son of Guru Teg Bahadarji) founder of khalsa made a resolution that he would convert his followers to such human beings who would not be able to hide themselves and could be easily located in thousands. At the start, the Sikhs were very few in numbers as they were fighting against the Mughal emperors. At that time, Nadir Shah raided Delhi in the year 1739 and looted Hindustan and was carrying lot of Hindustan treasures and nearly 2200 Hindu women along with him. The news spread like a fire and was heard by Sardar Jassa Singh who was the Commander of the Sikh army at that time. He decided to attack Nadir Shah's Kafila on the same midnight. He did so and rescued all the Hindu women and they were safely sent to their homes.

It didn't happen only once but thereafter whenever any Abdaalis or Iranis had attacked and looted Hindustan and were trying to carry the treasures and Hindu women along with them for selling them in Abdal markets, the Sikh army although fewer in numbers but were brave hearted and attacked them at midnight,12 O'clock and rescued women.

After that time when there occurred a similar incidence, people started to contact the Sikh army for their help and Sikhs used to attack the raider's at Midnight, 12 O'clock. Nowadays, these "smart people" and some Sikh enemies who are afraid of Sikhs have spread these words that at 12 O'clock, the Sikhs go out of their senses. This historic fact was the reason which made me smile over that person as I thought that his Mother or Sister would be in trouble and wants my help and was reminding me by saying off 'Sardarji Barah Baj Gaye'.

"Its easy to joke on a Sardar, but It's too difficult to be a Sardar".

Delhi Blasts

Had written this after the Delhi blasts of 2005 ...


Initially, I had planned to write about my reviews of the currents happenings on the Television. But, when I started to write about one such event, I had to change the title to be more specific as other reviews can wait.

With every attack by the terrorists anywhere around the globe, all the countries come together and issue their condemnations for the same. Yet after sometime we have another attack, maybe at some other place, and here we are again listening to condemnations. I do not say that these are not required or are not necessary but wouldn't it be nice if the issuance of these condemnations could follow actions which actually plan to lower the number of such issuances.

I condemn these blasts not because they took place in Delhi, where I stay but because they claimed lives. I used to care little about attacks claiming lives till recently. However, this one shook me. The attacks showed (as many others attacks have also indicated) the intentions of the attackers. They are not fighting for a piece of land or some religion or for their community. They are thirsty of life. They are damn concerned about the religions of the ones dying, they just want lives. Remember the attacks in Kashmir after the earthquake struck. Why did these take place when their so called intention is the welfare of the people of Kashmir. They would go to any extent for claiming lives ... even to the extent of "sacrificing" their own lives. (Sacrifice is used here in the ironic sense)

Now to give you one of the most shocking news that I had ever received. The blasts which took place on the 29th Oct had claimed many lives, two of which were my friend's mother and sister. Though I had met them only once but the news sent panic waves across my body. I began to know how the blasts can affect a person, which till now I had completely ignored. How an event like this can change someone's life forever.

I had been on good terms with this friend from the day I met him and I believe he is of the few who remains on good terms with anyone he meets. And yet such a thing happens to him. I heard the news of his family members being lost on TV and tried to reach him on his cellphone. He gave me the news and told that he was at a hospital collecting their bodies. I did not, or rather could not speak a single word. On hearing such things happen to people so close to you makes one realize how large the impact of an attack could be. I want to confess that God forbidden, if ever I had to go through such a stage then I may not be able to handle the situation at all. The courage shown by my friend is commendable. I would also like to use this platform to tell my friend that I am with him.

Once again I have to change the title as I would end this entry here as I have no guts to continue further