DHARMAPUTRA GETS CRAZY

                        Har pal tanhai me, Na Jane tu kya sochta hai Ghalib? Ye din, saal, Umar sab kispe, Na Jane kiu tu bitata hai Ghalib Aise jo bhi pal hain tere pass, Na Jane Kiu kisi aur par lutata hai tu Ghalib? Na Jane is tanhai bahre lamho me, Tu khush kaise ho Jata hai Ghalib? Mai to Yun hi khada rahta hun unke intezar me, Bas unki ek jhalak pane ko, Subah se sham aur sham se Subah, Na jane ye waqt kab gujar Jata Hai Ghalib, Jane kiu  unse rubaroo hone main,  Yun intezar kiye reh jata Hun Ghalib. Mai koi anzan nahi, bas Zara sa darta Hun, Mujhe to unke hone ki Kushi hai Ghalib, Unko hai ya nahi bas, kabhi yun hi, yahi soch jata Hun Ghalib Na Jane kitne Sitam hain raste me Lekin, Mai aaj ek baat batlata hun Ghalib, Haseen Lamhe to kitne hi dekhe honge, Par un sa koi Mila hi nahi, Yun siskiyan bharte meri tanhai ki,  Kahaniyan tumhe aaj sunata Hun Ghalib, Aaj kal unki gairmajudgi me mai, Apna AAP se hi baaten kar leta hun. Meri baatein unko na

Sunaina was sitting on the porch. It was raining after a long time that day. Her room was on the second floor, secluded from other rooms, in a dimly lit corner for the house. However it was she simply loved her room. Why would not she? It kept all the unnecessary stuffs away, but mostly unwanted people. Sunaina, never liked to mingle with people. She was happy in her own world. It was drizzling now, she opened the window pane and moved her upper torso out, to feel the light rain on her face. Somehow, these rain drops absolved her from her crimes. Absolve! It rather set her free. Her room was the only place where she could be sunaina, the girl she was meant to be. With a coffee mug in her hand, and book in another, she sat on the window. There was just enough space to accommodate her. She stretched her legs, and put it on the window pane, making herself comfortable in her own cocoon. She was indeed like a silkworm. She had a dark kept secret that nobody would ever know.

"Don't go", she said. I turned back and smiled. I looked deep into her eyes, and even without opening my lips to utter a word, she seemed to understand what I meant. We always had such a good connection, at least in the past. I stood there for a while, perplexed, confused or may be in retrospection consolidating what happened a few hours ago. In my thoughts, I was speaking to myself, screaming at times. "Don't trust people, don't open up, don't break your moral code of silence, omertà, yes! That's what they called it in Spanish. I vividly remember from the cover of the book that was kept on my seniors table". My mind drifted away for a moment, then again I heard a constant chatter inside my head, "You are an introvert and you should remain as such. People like you are meant to be alone. They are not made to live like normal humans. People like you can't laugh, share bond or be trusted." I said, " May be we are manufactu

The legend of a freedom fighter. The Polarization of Bhagat Singh Making him what He wasn’t Upmanyu Bhardwaj                              Introduction Bhagat Singh, a great patriot and revolutionary, who played a pivotal role in our Independence journey. He was an influential man born into a Jat Punjabi Sikh Family, who themselves were involved in revolutionary activism. He gave his life for the country when he was hanged in the Lahore jail on 23rd March 1931. Popular culture He has been in popular culture. Year after year, he comes on pamphlets, posters with young political leaders,  Saheedi fair’s (Mela), so much so, that he also has been a part of the theatre, movies, and songs. This week marks his 109th Birth anniversary. Why am I writing? But, why I am writing about Bhagat Singh? I must have a reason in mind. And, luckily I have. A few days ago, most unexpectedly, I woke up early and decided to take a walk. I was roaming in the

Sometimes, When you get tired of the usual life , don't worry, Life has always a surprise stored for you. Mine came today and it was worth it. Life had been pretty rough lately. I gave several Exams but couldn't clear many of them. As any student would be after the defeat, I was a little low. Days were passing by without any interest. But, then came the most awaited book on Harry potter. Few of my friends and family members posted their comment on social media about the grand success of the book. I was aloof, thinking this book would take some time to come on the internet. The internet, at times, behaves like life. It gets too unpredictable, but I guess that's the beauty of it. So, I was talking to my sister and She had a bad Monday test ( which my DPS buddies can relate too). Then, to cheer her up, I said, " Don't worry for Rakhi I will gift you the newest book on Harry potter". She was abrupt with her reply, " Oh! no need,

When we are together and we look at the sky, It's blue and bright in the daylight, It's my hand in yours, and yours in mine  But, somewhere deep inside We know, this summer won't last forever. Like in autumn, When the leaves turn brown and dry, A sweeping wind brings them to the ground, Just, like those leaves falling on the ground, We know, this summer won't last forever. When you look at me, with a glance, My eyes meet yours', and promises are made, We hold our hands on others' chest, And, move apart with shallow pace We know, this summer won't last forever. Like in Winter, When the trees covered in snow, Lakes are frozen and cold winds blow, Just, like those melting ice calling spring's time, We know, this summer won't last forever. When we walk in the park, over the lake at night, The moon shining upon us, its bright light, Then the clouds move with a gushing wind, I look at you, you look at me, But somehow, We know, this summer won't last f

I am sure many would have already read this poem, but anyway, it is always good to share something as inspiring as this poem! When things go wrong as they sometimes will, When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill When the funds are low and the debts are high, And you want to smile, but you have to sigh, When care is pressing you down a bit – Rest if you must, but don’t quit. Life is strange with its twists and turns, As every one of us sometimes learns, And many a fellow turns about When he might have won had he stuck it out. Don’t give up though the pace seems slow – You may succeed with another blow. Often the goal is nearer than It seems to a fair and faltering man, Often the struggler has given up When he might have captured the victor’s cup, And he learned too late when night came down, How close he was to the golden crown. Success is failure turned inside out – The silver tint of the clouds of doubt, And you never can tell how close you are, It may be near when it