Seemingly Serious

Well, let’s us for a moment compare 12th Standard boards with Pizzas, an issue with a lot of zilch hype and taken up by masses with fair concern. Now the garlic bread which I just talked about shall be compared to board supplements like AIEEE andIIT-JEE. But, the credit goes to these garlic breads that over the decades they have overtaken the popularity of pizzas. Most of the parents get their kids enrolled in sophisticated remand homes – called COACHING CLASSES. This blog of mine is to share my time @ my AIEEE JEE Coaching classes.

While talking of pizzas, Margarita has become too common. But still, people have just not secluded it from their favorites; they just prefer seasonings over it with of course a delicious supplement like garlic bread. Well, this isn’t a blog-post directed towards food and particularly pizzas, but I being a foodie couldn’t refrain myself from comparing the topic I am gonna talk about with the eatable delight I devour the most – Pizzas. Well, let’s us for a moment compare 12th Standard boards with Pizzas, an issue with a lot of zilch hype and taken up by masses with fair concern. Now the garlic bread which I just talked about shall be compared to board supplements like AIEEE and IIT-JEE. But, the credit goes to these garlic breads that over the decades they have overtaken the popularity of pizzas. We’re in an era where parents and their kids go frantic for their association with some premier institutes of the nation like IITs and NITs. And hence, most of the parents get their kids enrolled in sophisticated remand homes called  – COACHING CLASSES.

                Two years ago, even I was a 12th Science student and even I had aspired to crack JEE and AIEEE and with that determination (I just needed a filler before the following word, so I used determination, please don’t take it so seriously!) I joined MindTree education, quite a popular Coaching Institute for JEE/AIEEE in Ahmedabad. I joined it telling my parents that, “I’ve got no alternative. I’ve got to be serious now. I gotta work for AIEEE/JEE. I want to work hard (Oh really?). And I will. I will start solving H.C. Verma, Irodov and Arihant. I will mumma-dady, I will.” That day and today, time has been a vigilant witness of my sophistry. I did join MindTree education, but what I did after that was not even around the periphery of education.

                MindTree was based in Satellite area, some 15 kms away from Maninagar where I stay. We had a few guys coming from Maninagar and they’d hired a rickshaw for exclusively commuting to Bothra’s (MindTree’s more popular name). I joined the rickshaw group where we were 4 guys- Mandar, D.P., Kaushik and I . On seeing us descend down the rickshaw, the people there would have even a better impression of ours. Some would mutter, “See those guys. You know they travel every weekend from Maninagar to here, just for Bothra’s you see. This is what you call dedication”. Well, then we generously accepted their secret compliments, but we knew how “dedicated” we were. And not to forget, we had Aditya joining us there to accompany us in our “dedication”.

                Just in a matter of few days, we showed our real colors. We used to have 3 lectures each day, each of 1.5 hour. Between two consecutive lectures, when the professors would interchange their classes, there would be a trivial break of some 5-7 minutes. The studious ones called it a “DOUBT SOLVING SESSION” and ones like Prathmesh ran like an angry bull to maul the professor with some gauche questions and the “dedicated” ones like made no delay in frisking towards “Gwalia”. (To the non-Ahmedabadis reading this, let me tell you Gawlia is a popular food and sweets outlet which sells awesome Indian snacks like Kachauri, Mini Indian Pizza, Khaman, Dhokla, Pudding, Samosa, Kulfi etc.) I remember, the very first day when I joined Bothra’s, before inquiring about the professors teaching there, I inquired what varieties Gwalia vends.  And needless to cite that I was more than quenched by their list. With such dishes, I could hardly resist every one and half hour. With Aditya taking the lead, I would ardently follow him towards Gwalia’s. Two different items for each break and one special Mava Kulfi after the classes were over – this had become our routine and even the staff @ Gwalia’s had got acquainted with our likes. At times, I would not have to ask for Kachauris, the person at the counter would give me one without seeing my coupon. I’m sure my wife (the one to be in the future of course) might have met them in person then and told them about my likes. They received us as warm as a wife would receive her tired husband returning from work. Absurd comparison, but nothing struck my mind to acknowledge the courtesy @ Gwalia’s. This was about the breaks. Let me clear any misconceptions before they’re seeded in your mind. We did no productive work during the lectures too.

                We were proud last benchers at Bothra’s too. Most of the times I, Aditya, Mandar, D.P and Kaushik would sit together to incept all fun possible in those 4.5 hours at Bothra’s. As it was the Satellite area, there was no paucity of some really beautiful girls coming at Bothra’s. Electromagnetism and Claisen Condensation reaction didn’t lure people enough to the white board (Bothra’s had a white board, the one on which you write with a black marker – just to be explicit) so they thought it would be better to focus on some really white skin. Most of the guys there had an eye-candy fixed for themselves. Some of my friends too joined the club. And at a point of time it became their reason to go to Bothra’s. “Aree Saturday Sunday dono din wo aai thi yaar, Kya lag rahi thi yaar!” would be their first sentences to their chums in the school on following Monday. Though my friends even today don’t appreciate the choice of my eye-candy, I think she was good enough to be stared at. In his novel 5 Point Someone, Chetan Bhagat says, “There’s not a worry if you don’t have a girl. Food is almost as good as girls”. We were lucky, we had both.

                We almost wasted a full year in this “dedication”. Bothra’s granted us a parole from their torture in January as our boards were nearing. After the boards were over, we were again struck by a wave of “seriousness”. I thought, “I’ve screwed up my whole year just gobbling the stuff at Gwalia’s. It’s high time now. I must make most of the vacation classes. Profs there are going to revise things right from the basics. I’ve a month. I can make it.” While thinking this, I never knew I was scripting a few good punches for Comedy Circus. The vacation period @ Bothra’s was no different. We somehow managed to cling to the “Seriousness” agenda for a day or two. Then onwards, the same “dedication” returned. Unfortunately, eye-candies had shifted themselves to the “Crash Course” batch and my pals couldn’t please their retinas any longer so they quenched themselves by seeing their Facebook Pictures through their cell-phone. I unfortunately had nothing to do. Neither did the baldy teaching Mass-Pulley problems in Physics manage to get stuff in my head nor could the fumbler in Maths teach me any good Permutations and Combinations. Hence after a few days, we started bunking lectures there. We used to leave one or two lectures early, have some Maska buns in the mall adjacent to Satyam Mall, give a call to our Rickshaw-wala and briskly frisk from Bothra’s.

A month passed this way and AIEEE arrived to check some real dedication. I wish Gwalia’s could have sponsored the AIEEE exams, if not for the sake of some better questions then atleast for some good quality OMR sheets. But anyways, Kapil Sibbal doesn’t like some really intelligent brains like me suggesting some unconventionally intellectual stuff in his ministry you see! I didn’t manage to score so well in AIEEE. I don’t know about my pals, they never revealed their scores. But today, after two years from that “dedication” and “seriousness” era, we’re all in good, decent and reputed colleges of Gujarat. Thank god we didn’t land in IITs to get our asses whipped by the professors there.

Today or may be even tomorrow, I won’t regret of not having passed out from IITs  for the days of fun I’ve had during my preparations for getting there. For the guys in IITs, I believe they were misers who could not afford a price as high as “being human” in the days they were supposed to and hence they made it to a realm of humanoids. For the “generous”, “dedicated” and “serious” ones like me, I don’t regret enjoying my days. Though I had not been serious, I was atleast “Seemingly Serious”.

Love & Regards,

Anish.

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Uninstalling Linux: The “Dabang” Way

You might come across multitude of articles over the net on how to INSTALL Ubuntu, but ones guiding its UNINSTALLATION might be really scarce. But, this blog post of mine aims to be one amongst those scarce ones. Here below I will present a method on UNINSTALLING any Linux installation.

Disclaimer: This blog post is not at all intended to spark up a debate on whether Linux is a good OS or it should be installed/uninstalled.

                Hello friends, a new blog post in after a really small gap. Well, a recent encounter with Ubuntu made me write this one. This one is for all who love playing with different Operating System. It shall have some technical terms in it. So if you hate technical stuff you might not want to strain your eyes more over here. Anyways, here I go.

                Linux is a coherent OS having myriad fans for its various variants. (But I am not one!). I recently installed one of the very popular distributions of Linux – Ubuntu 12.04 (alongside Windows 7, Dual boot mode). However, the installation had some problems, so after booting successfully twice, the third time it didn’t. I have always hated the GRUB boot loader (though being robust), for the messy way it lists all the OS at the startup. After I realized that there was no human way I could fix the Ubuntu installation, I made my mind to UNINSTALL it. You might come across multitude of articles over the net on how to INSTALL Ubuntu, but ones guiding its UNINSTALLATION might be really scarce. But, this blog post of mine aims to be one amongst those scarce ones. Here below I will present a method on UNINSTALLING any Linux installation (I will use Ubuntu as a reference here).

                The first fierce step towards Uninstalling LINUX is DELETE THE PARTITION. Yes, you read it correct. You shall first delete the partition on which you installed Linux. If you’re using Windows 7, this can be done by Control Panel->Administrative Tools->Computer Management->Disk Management->Storage.  See the partition on which Linux is installed, right click and select “Delete Volume”. (Don’t forget to back up any data that resides on that partition before you delete it). Now, the fun in doing this is, after you delete this partition, the next time you turn your PC on, IT WONT BOOT. Yes, you will realize that you just screwed your PC up. (That is why I titled the blog post as “DABANG” way). The reason for this is, when you install Linux, you install its bootloader also (GRUB in most of the cases, some prefer LILO). Now, when you delete the partition on which Linux resides, you also delete its BOOTLOADER. Now, when the PC boots up the next time, it eventually won’t find a bootloader and hence it won’t BOOT! Awesome nahi??

                For such an awesome problem, we have an awesome solution. To fix this up, to get the Windows Installation booting with the windows bootloader at the startup, there’s a very easy procedure. I’m assuming you’re using Windows 7 (Almost, the same procedure applies for other Windows versions also). So, now you know your PC wont boot. So, what you got to do is, put the Installation CD of Windows 7 in the CD Tray. Reboot the PC and boot from the CD. Do some time-pass selecting the crap – Language, Time Zone, etc… After that you will have a dialog box shown below:

Select “Repair Windows” in the dialog below. It will then search for existing windows installation and show the ones it finds in a new dialog.

Select the Windows Installation and click next.

(* There does exist an exception sometimes at this point. When you click on next, the prompt says something like “This version of repair can’t fix the windows installation you selected”. In this case, select the 2nd option in the dialog “Restore the Computer using an image…” . It won’t find an image and it will say “Image not found”. Click “Cancel”. And close the dialog. After you do that, it will automatically present you with the repair options)

Select “Command Prompt” from the repair options.

In command prompt, enter the following code:

bootsect /nt60 SYS /mbr

The code above, fixes up the corrupted Master Boot Record (due the deletion of Linux Partition). Now your MBR is updated, and the first entry points to Windows Bootloader. Type “exit” in the prompt and restart the system from the Repair dialog box.

Hence, now when you reboot the PC, you will be presented with Windows Boot Loader (if you have more than one OS still) or Windows 7 will directly boot as the first record in MBR points to Windows Boot Loader.

You will find things as they were and LINUX gone from your system.

This was a KILLER way to do things. Alternately, you can also do the same using EasyBCD (A Utility to configure the boot loader).

I loved doing this. Mainly because, the thrill you get when your PC is screwed up, the system doesn’t boot, you just seem to love the tension cropping up in your mind. Hope you liked reading it and I hope it would help you someday.

Love & Regards,

Anish.

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Calculating Life: An eulogy to Maths

This post “Calculating Life: An eulogy to Maths” is about my perception and times with one of the most elementary and inseparable subject of any academic genre – Mathematics. I am currently in my fourth semester of Engineering, which is also the last semester in which I will study Maths. I won’t be studying Maths any further in life and it is this woe of detachment with it which made me write this blog post. I’ll share my perspective as to how it has taught me life

Friends, friends and friends, it has been four months since I’ve poured out my inner-self on ‘I Believe That’. In these four months, I was being repeatedly insisted to write or compose something and share it over here, but life was just not easy then.  DDU Connect’s demands were just too exorbitant to turn them down and it would have been immoral to shift my focus away from responsibilities and divert myself to some lame selfish interests. But now, when life has spared me a little, I want to make most of this parole. Hence, this blog post. This post “Calculating Life: An eulogy to Maths” is about my perception and times with one of the most elementary and inseparable subject of any academic genre – Mathematics. I am currently in my fourth semester of Engineering, which is also the last semester in which I will study Maths. I won’t be studying Maths any further in life and it is this woe of detachment with it which made me write this blog post. I will praise Maths a lot ahead (So Maths-haters may just switch over to FB again from here, the address bar isn’t far away from the mouse pointer) and share my perspective as to how it has taught me life. Presenting you ‘Calculating Life: An eulogy to Maths’.

                Anybody’s journey with Maths begins with the first day of schooling itself- mine too began in the same rhythm and Maths was then called as Arithmetic by me. It was just a matter of counting the number of sticks drawn on the board and writing them in those blue big squares of the specialized maths notebook. Just in a decade after that (YES, JUST a DECADE, time is a small quantity) we started calling these squares as closed paths over which the line integration of a quantity is zero. I remember DIVISION was introduced to us in the 3rd Standard, and we as real maths enthusiasts would so gladly write down the heading DIVISION on the top of the page with a “gel pen” though we were allowed to write with only pencils then. Then division was fun and ‘0’ in a sum meant just that the answer was correct. Now a 0 with the division comes often as a herald of infinity as an answer which we called “ANSWER NOT POSSIBLE/ WRONG DATA” then. A few years later in standard 7th and 8th we were introduced to “X”, the dear son of maths which appears as a very famous unknown in most of the equations. X was called a variable then, but we never questioned how come variable had a fixed value (for equations with unique solution). Then came Pythagoras, the guy with the 90* angle. Rather than mugging up the formula hypotenuse squared= one side squared + other side squared, I was more involved in geometry of the right angled triangle which looked so much like the slides in the garden. (Even they are right angled structures, aren’t they?)

                These were just the shallow waters of an ocean in an unperceivably fathomless realm. Then came the boss of all sets – SET of COMPLEX NUMBERS. How thoughtful would have been the creator of this set as he named the complex variable as “ i ” ! And even more thoughtful of him to name the set as COMPLEX! Reason being, problems in our life share an interesting analogy here. Things in life start getting COMPLEX when there is “ i “. The best period of learning maths was 12th standard where we were introduced to two most important members of this family- DIFFERENTIATION and INTEGRATION. When I was writing and mugging those d/dx, I never knew I would miss them as much as I would miss my cell phone at night when I would be expecting my better-half’s “GN”.

                We all learned differentiation and integration, but never tried to get deep into what they did to the quantities over which they were applied. Differentiation generally reduces the quantity over which it is applied. (dy/dx meant y would reduce on differentiating with x) And integration of a quantity over a range would increase it. (∫x.dx will increase x) We just applied it to Maths’s x and not to our life. Had we applied an integration our over happy times and moments we would have increased their longevity and had we differentiated our sad times and sorrows we would have curbed them to their extinction.

Differentiating bitter times of my life is what I have learnt from maths. Integrating small and happy moments is what I have learnt from maths. When stuck with a problem in life, I have learnt to switch over the method to deal with problem just as we switch polar and Cartesian co-ordinates to find the area bounded by a curve. Nothing is amaranthine is what I’ve learnt from Infinite Series, where inspite of knowing that a series reaches infinity, we dare to check if it’s convergent or divergent. Maths has taught me to dare, Maths has taught me to take risks and Maths has taught me to the scale the unfathomable. And maths has taught me though answers might not come to every problem correctly, no efforts go unsalable. With every wrong answer, your marks might go weaker but your bond with numbers just strengthens.

Maths is a mirror to life. Life is full of problems and so is Maths. But the problem is we halt in life while solving problems and at times we also give up but we don’t in Maths. If we attempt to remove this line of demarcation between life and maths, life would be much easier. Maths is wonderful in one aspect, the outcome of a problem is really uncertain, if you get the desired answer well and good, and if you don’t you can always change the problem to make LHS = RHS. Why not apply it to life?

All said and done, Maths is just too seamless to summarize in a small blog-post by a petite writer as me. But one last thing in maths’ name. I have loved maths for one reason – that is it has allowed me to conquer the unconquerable – The INFINITY. I have all in my senses written in various sums –“Under the condition Limit -> ∞ “. Though I might not be able to approach infinity in my field in real-time, but all thanks to Maths, I have shown limits to INFINITY also. Maths has shown me curbing the surging infinity; maths has shown me calculating life.

Love & Regards,

Anish.

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PARVARISH- The subjective perspective….

This piece is an attempt to give voice to a child’s perspective, keeping in mind that she too will be a parent one day. We, as children are bound to behave the way we’ve been taught. Everything is a result of that parental input which then shows colors as the child grows. Genes give parental features, some physical, some intellectual and some psychological. Upbringing gives quality to life.

It’s no longer about the life cycle designed for us by the Supreme which begins with birth and ends with the inevitable death. It’s about the journey between these two stark realities of life. It’s about playing those different roles during our lifetime, those relationships that bind lives, those inputs that we give in to mould our relationships and it’s about the final shape that we see in the form of outputs. I know Parvarish is subjective. This piece is an attempt to give voice to a child’s perspective, keeping in mind that she too will be a parent one day.

We, as children are bound to behave the way we’ve been taught. Everything is a result of that parental input which then shows colors as the child grows. Genes give parental features, some physical, some intellectual and some psychological. Upbringing gives quality to life. As parents you have the complete right to control your child’s life but if that control becomes a cage for her, the PURPOSE OF PARVARISH is not served. With every birthday of your child if only with so many gifts, blessings and wishes, you too could grow with your child, then I believe “NO GENERATION GAP” has the power to bring loopholes in a parent-child’s relationship. This girl is brought up in a bed of roses; she is the apple of her parents’ eye. Not that she comes from a stinking rich family, but yes she belongs to the professional fraternity. Nowhere in her growth period she felt clueless, helpless and without that support which was always there all this while until once she crossed her teens. Yes the teenage, which calls for a lot of changes, mental, physical and emotional.

Her grievances revolve around issues regarding this age factor and the upbringing required to support it. Children themselves are in the process to figure out their adolescence and adjust to the changes that they see and feel for themselves. Some find it new, for some it’s exciting, some know it from science textbooks while some don’t know how to react. At such times they would opt to share and consult friends, because they know they share common issues. If only once, either the mother or father would come forward to assure the same friendship which their child had to go out and search in somebody else, 8 in 10 children would prefer sharing their secrets with their parents first. A child wouldn’t go under somebody’s wings, unless he feels insecurity and uncertainty in his/her blood relations. It’s a very painful phase where you chose to hide and lie to those holding paramount importance in your lives. Children crave to find friends in their parents. There are specific stages of growth where children are bound to stumble. They don’t know how to react to the changes in and around them. When they choose to react in a particular way, they wonder whether they should let their parents know about it, what if they would be thrashed.  I want to be specific here. Here I go…

Girls and Boys grow in their teens. This is evident. It’s pure science which the parents have studied in their biology classes when they were kids, and today their own children also do. Thanks to the education system today, it at least assures them that they aren’t abnormal when they get attracted to an opposite gender in their 13teen or 15teen!!! These signs of adolescence unfortunately are either ignored by some parents or left unaccepted by others. It’s difficult for children to initiate and discuss about what’s going in their lives at such times. Some come from families where you won’t find traces of such issues for years to come, while some families have pre-established norms to keep nil acquaintances with friends of the opposite gender. What kind of an upbringing is this, where your child is caged in the name of protection? You can’t deny your child’s right to see the world, if you can’t hold his/her hand when you are morally required by her. You can’t expect to know what’s going on in your child’s life, years after that very right time, when you had to take a step towards him/her as a friend. It requires an understanding and an acceptance from your end that your methods may not be 100% perfect at all times. There is scope for constant improvement with changing time and generation. You can’t say that “During our times we never used to raise our voice against our parents, how dare you?” You send your child to co-education schools and then restrict her from talking to guys, draw unnecessary boundaries for her to cure your own insecurity about your own child? When the time and age demands you to befriend your child, you become a detective and keep an eye on his /her contacts and call history. Communication cures misunderstanding. Where there is faith, there is no fear. Insecurity takes birth due to lack of trust in every relation.

If only once, had the girl’s mother approached her like a friend, to tell her that infatuation is a human phenomenon and there’s nothing embarrassing about it, she wouldn’t have kept a single development in her life to herself. Science says that infatuation is good, it confirms your gender! Just an initiative would make a difference! The first time she liked a guy in her class, she shared it with her best friend. She was lucky enough to know the difference between infatuation and love. Infatuation, she was experiencing and love, she knew it from her parents. She knew love had an eternal life. This was remarkable and the first output of her parents’ upbringing. Unfortunately it went unnoticed. Further she grew and happened to get influenced by the character portrayal and performance of a television child actor. Little did she know that her adulation for that character would turn into attraction and inspiration from him would lead to an infatuation for him!!! She was mesmerized by his performance and tantalized by his charm. She channelized her admiration through writings and poems for him. She knew, she is just a fan amongst hundreds of others, but she believed, her feelings differed from them. She decided that this character will be the reason for every good change in her life. That was her dedication. She not only realized her feelings but also saw the reality, the reality that she was dedicating everything to someone for whom she was nothing. The more she involved herself with him, the more painful it became to live in reality. The sadder part of all this was, she didn’t have anyone by her, to tell her that “its okay beta, all this happens!”

In the process to preach this character’s goodness amongst friends, relatives and teachers, she proudly declared him as her only prince charming. She raised a voice against contradictory views and opinions about him from people and spoke for him like a Congress Party leader’s speech. People would either give up, thinking that her passion is incurable or her obsession is dangerous. Her friends knew that she mistook her self-created bond with  that character, as love, but they also knew that its helping her fight her problems and giving her that happiness which she wouldn’t get otherwise. They knew she had created her own world; she lived in it not ignoring the reality, and was happy with this phase of her life. So they didn’t stop her.

Her aunt once came up and told her, “I’ve been seeing you since 1.5years. Dedication is good. Just make sure this passion doesn’t become obsession. It won’t allow you to welcome true love, if it comes your way.” It was an eye opener for her. But she had faith in her feelings, be it for anybody. She was happy; at least someone chose to see her passion.

She knew her feelings were one-sided but she maintained them for as long as she could. She battled with reality along with acknowledging her feelings, single handedly. In this journey, she met somebody who happened to be a medium to connect with her with her Prince charming. She befriended him, not as someone who would help her get close to her long time crush, but as a well wisher with whom she could share the day’s routine, night preparations for board prelims, delicacies enticing taste buds, and some common items in the not-so favorite list. All she could do was simply watch her life take transitions. She got a friend who showed her the reality behind the scenes. He made every attempt to give her the worth of her dedication. She began seeing the moon with the binoculars, it magnified the reality, she saw that the dark spots were huge craters and the moon is magnificent only when seen from a distance. Fighting with reality was easy; after all she saw it closely!!!

The friend brought that girl, not only closer to life’s reality but also closer to a bigger reality called THE ALMIGHTY. He taught her the art of giving, the power of faith, and the might of prayers. She got along with him because she had a pure heart just of the kind that was a part of his circulatory system too. The two beings were destined to meet. They did. They are soul mates now. Their convictions in their relationship lead to a commitment for lifelong. The biggest decision of her life, she had to take without her parents having known that she started off her bond with him as a friend, 3years ago. Just an assurity from their end that they wouldn’t mind a genuine friendship as such, just a little trust that my child wouldn’t choose a wrong path in her life and just little space in their relationship would have changed the scenario of the sad situation today. She is trying hard to unfold the truth now; this is one of the many victories of her parents’ Parvarish. She wants them to know, she has grown up now, but still belongs to them, because they form her first world. She wants them to know, that their daughter has found true love, it’s because she has seen them give her the same love, in their Parvarish. She hasn’t lost hope, she is still trying to search that friend in them to whom she would open her heart. She wants them to bless her. She wants to neutralize concealed facts and events of her life by disclosing each fold of truth, gradually.

It takes a lot do all this against situational odds. They say blood is thicker than water. But it’s also true that the thicker it is, the more difficult it gets to cure clots. This writing is not to question the upbringing of any parent. It is just to amplify the suppressed voice of a child who’s trying to strengthen her feeble emotions so that she can save her relationships. She knows she too will be a parent tomorrow, she knows the grave concerns parents face; it’s a Herculean task to bring up children, she has seen her brother grow. But she will not forget that Parvarish is first about building an edifice of concrete trust between you and your child and then anything else, so that never will a wall of misunderstanding, distrust and emotional detachment form because of the gap called “generation gap!!!” This is the subject matter of Parvarish which can never be subjective. The girl is preaching this as a child today, so that she can practice it as a parent, tomorrow!!!

Priyanshi

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I Lived Then…

This poem of mine titled “I Lived Then…” is romantic ballad which underlines the difference between two verbs often misnomers of each other namely- “LIVING” and “BREATHING”. The protagonist in the poem says he LIVES when he is with his beloved and rest of the days he just “breathes”. He lives his life, he sees the world properly when he is with her.

Hello all, after a long time!!! And the first time in the – 4th Semester. Finally feels like I am into Computer Engineering, with less of EC Subjects and more of Core Computer Science subjects. This time, not a write-up but a poem from me. With a lot of technical stuff around, I felt the touch of love absent. Hence managed to compose a romantic ballad this time. (Have inspiration for that, but that’s not something to discuss on the blog though! ) This poem of mine titled “I Lived Then…” is romantic ballad which underlines the difference between two verbs often misnomers of each other namely- “LIVING” and “BREATHING”.

The protagonist in the poem says he LIVES when he is with his beloved and rest of the days he just “breathes”. He lives his life, he sees the world properly when he is with her. The poem begins with the protagonist’s beloved arriving. They spend moments together and to these moments the protagonists defines ‘HIS LIVING”. The poem ends with the beloved departing and hence when he’s without her, he says “I Lived before, but now without her I will just BREATHE”. So presenting you ‘I LIVED THEN’:

 


I Lived Then…

Months of drought, dry was the earth and dry was my heart,

I waited for the march of love clouds to start,

She flew by air, the rainbow appeared when,

She came, she smiled and I lived then.

 

I gazed her timelessly and the world seemed brighter,

I touched her gently and even the diamond seemed softer.

My dry loveless hands were about to wither just before when,

She held my hands, my hands bloomed and I lived then..

 

Together we talked to the breeze; together we talked to the swaying tree,

Together we bid a farewell to the setting sun and the rising moon saw us together flee.

Lungs in my bony carcass filled of air, had cold breeze when,

She embraced me and I lived then.

 

The love that came through air finally departed on rail,

The smile, the warmth, the embrace all vanished and remained just a silent wail,

She is not with me, but she is within me somehow,

I lived before, but I am just breathing now.

 


Hope you all liked it. Awaiting your comments.

#This poem has been published on International Teen Magazine- Teen Ink, online. Check this out there and please rate it if you’ve liked it:

http://www.teenink.com/poetry/ballad/article/402069/I-Lived-Then/

Love & Regards,

Anish.

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