Akrit Jaswal

Too Good!!! A child prodigy, a surgeon who can feel the disease and passionate to find its cure to eradicate the pain of millions.
Hats off to this wonderful way of existence :))

Enshrined desire…

Down the dusty road walking alone,

Gentle breeze melting in my shivering soul

Look back to memorize a pleasant evening

With someone, on the road till eternity

His innocent fingers unlocking my tresses

Aspire to reach the soggy lips some day

Those who are devoid of any supple touch

Indebted to the rain drops that showered

And gave a reason to lessen the needless space

Every step asks for the road to grow longer

Every second expects the clock to tick slower

Every blink desires for the night to grow darker

Words inept to shoulder the craze

But his eyes just told me “I am beautiful”

My hand grasps his to imply, “I care”

I cherish the bliss till I realize…

That the truth differs!!!

And reality conspires to convey the agony

Drooping down the lids I get back to the dream

Let me take the pleasure in illusion…

Jane kya chahe mann baawara...

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Why mere hope continues
not the reality
Why consensus is good
not the individuality!!!
Time passes and passes
Was that worth happened ?
Is this enough to console
Well, it was an end!!!

These lines came in my mind sometime around....... 9-10 at night .... dated 26th Aug 2K3
when sitting alone in my hostel room I had absolutely nothing to do
and was not satisfied with all that happened in past.

Its more than three and half years now...Things have changed little bit!!!
Presently... sitting in an AC room ..... posting this blog on my laptop .... listening to songs on Iriver (98.3 radio mirchi counseling new lovers...how to patch up after fighting:)) )... gtalking with friends(decently multiprocessing na :p)

But still when I go through theses lines .... It feels so true!!!

The place I stay at ... leaving mine, I see 3 closed doors..... people live there...hardly seen...

My bed...10 O'clock morning...no sunlight:(......Air Conditioner needs closed door and windows!!!
My cubicle....nice place to get in till I finish checking all my mails n messages:)
My job....Barely innovative:((

Well, Some good things as well...I like it when google understands all my multifarious utterances, I like it when everybody gets up for lunch together, I like it when my code works, I like it when a meeting is over, I like it when I pack up in evening for meeting my friends and not for home:))

Anyways...all well .... you write all this when you don't feel like sleeping at 1 AM and got a free wireless at home:p , this laptop gonna cry now...battery 4% :((
Good nite:))

Have we grown for good?

well I guess this is going to be slightly emotional:-(
Yesterday flipping through the pages of past I came across my first poem that I wrote some 8 years ago(1999) in my school days. It goes like this...

My Daily Routine.

At 6 O'Clock my morning starts( now 11 O'Clock!!! )
Slowly slowly the time passes fast
I read in the morning up to 8:30
and go for bath at 8:50.( horrible rhyming:-( )

At 9 AM I go to take my lunch ( what I call breakfast now:-))
but here my mother gives me a punch
That, that you have to arrange your book
Again she gives me a stare look.

At 9:30 I go to my school
On the road I see many fool
On reaching school everyone say me good morning
But, I ask what is good in this morning. ( so very bad rhyming:-( )

At 10:15 my first period begins
And in this way here comes my tifin ( nothing else matters:D)
At 4 PM when the bell rings
Students leave their classroom and sings. ( grammar crucified for rhyming :-p)

When I reach my home a little late
I see my mom standing at the gate
At 7 PM I start my studies
But I see my mother surrounded with worries.

At 9PM I go to watch television
and say that I am tired as a reason
At 10:30 when I go to bed
In dreams I see the whole world is red.

In spite of all the blunders made, being my first poem I still love this.
And more than that when I read it now I love it for its simplicity. Its so difficult to write like this now.
Can we afford to be so unconcealed now?
Today before writing things I need to think twice about the level up to which things can be revealed and then the ways to do that.
That may make things more enigmatic and appealing but somewhere in the process I loose naiveté and simplicity in my compositions.
So sometime I think, Have we grown for good?
Hmmmmmmm......................................................
Chalo anyways got to work now:-(

Is that you...

A reflection that dislodged my eyes from the ashes of past

The ember that insists me for something new to cast

Unfathomable is the joy of holding that thought

As all the beautiful things that I have got

Unable to give me that sense of ecstasy

And sheer presence clears all the vexing fallacy

A beam that composes the world for me

And the rage incinerated all desires to be

All wise acts my heart now dares to defy

Engrossed in we, have forgotten the gist of I.

Intangible is the pleasure if this is true

Beyond me I aspire to envisage…Is that you…

Every Yesterday...

An incidence left me with something to write here...

At the red light when the lady in dirty white sari and pathetic condition approaches me to ask for a penny. I wonder what I think before reaching for my pocket...

Encouraging begging is not good. It will make them dependent.

The lady is not enough handicapped to receive free funds.

How much it makes a difference to me???

I am doing some good to needy people.

It can be a cheaper ticket for me to heaven.

And the green light is there before the ‘aboves’ decide their winner!!!

A Convivial Solitude…

My soul wails to scold poor words

Why thou almighty created thoughts?

Brutal being fabricated words to map

Absolutely oblivious to the colossal gap.

Merely unfold the wings my dear

Petrified with the liberation of solo tear.

Leave me I want to fly, Leave me I want to cry!!!

My gaze at the sky wonders who is there

I lend my ears, the clouds shout to say I care.

First the enraged waves delude to appease

Then embrace the rocks and hold to release.

At times the forest seems to empathize

But the raindrops abandon me to agonize.

Leave me I want to fly, Leave me I want to cry!!!

My pain disguised in a smiling face

Cheers to my triumph, but it’s a wrong race.

A while I wait n rise to ask, Am I the only one?

Ripped with the reply, it’s more than a ton!

The quest is for the prophecy that can set me free

As my shadow also demands for a light to be with me.

Leave me I want to fly, Leave me I want to cry!!!

How much black???

Is it what New York times covers with headline...HOW STRANGE!
Behind all the tortured what-if media reports it’s the real question on the emergence of two U.S. senators, Hillary Clinton of New York and Barack Obama of Illinois, as contenders for the 2008 Democratic nomination for president. Headline writers, magazine covers and media roundtables practically scream in shock...
What? A woman (white)? And a black (man)? Running for president? At the same time? Could it be? How strange! Is America ready?

Or, Times of India covering with headline...REACT TO RACISM!!!
How will Channel4 handle Shipa's maltreatment? How can she be called "the indian"?
Jade's consort called Shilpa...a "****" , these asterisks might have been concealing the word "PAKI" , all these made shilpa burst into tears... now she fights for her dignity from her (dis)advantaged position, She has the backing of the whole country which probably she does not need. Have we earned the moral high ground to castigate British actors who probably wouldn't get so racist outside the camera-heavy movie?

There is something that needs a little more attention than Barack Obama's justification and Jane Goody's remark!!! We get so touchy about something that even remotely insulting to us.
Narrowing down to DTC buses, get into it and see how conductors behave with north-east students...buzz a chennai auto-driver to ask some arbit address...see what happens if you are a fair-skinned north indian...express your wish to marry a lower caste girl...Ask person wearing a fez and a beard, What's wrong if there be a Ram temple along with Babri masjid in Ayodhya... you will get the anwser.

According to me all this defines more than "RACISM"!!!!

Nascent thoughts...

SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
well this is something that perfectly describes my state of mind right now...
I wonder what if you feel the same sitting in an international conference as India's representative.......well.....I thought for a moment and then it came in my mind...wow!!! ...you can always stand and shout VANDAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE...MATRAM!!!!!!!!!
So, now that by mistake you have remembered your country... just think once and reply....
Are you worth being an Indian or Is India worth as a country for you to live?
Wait, the actual question is which of the above two has a higher probability to strike your mind???
Well...Undeniably the latter one...the next question is WHY?
Isn't it that at times we oversell ourself!!!!!...the problem is in spite of the fact that individual magnitude is very high of an INDIAN...the vector sum is a big "ZERO".
One set of people do something....government changes ... the other set of people undo it...we end up loosing time and resources without any gain... the supreme adjective playing role here is "EGO" .... so now moving to the next one from the sample space of questions we have... Am I an egoistic person??? there is an interesting aspect related to this...As far as my statistics goes most of the people are either skeptic about whether the adjective is used in a negative sense or positive OR knowing it to be a vice they like to be called an egoistic person...I guess we are almost near the actual problem...think about it....................
Basically if not anything else at least you all now know why the URL is www.gencrap.blogspot.com.............SIGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!