A page from my personal diary

It is 5 degree outside. My blanket is unable to resist my shiver. Don't know its because of winter or my anxiety. My hostel is serenely silent right now.

Tonight is my last night in my hostel room. My eyes are revolving around the walls and tears are rolling down. Today I rooted up all my friends' pics pasted on the walls, my bags are packed and I will be leaving this room early morning. Don't know why but my heart not allowing me to do so. I used to had talks with my room. Under its roof  I weaved my dreams. I was in love with my room though it was always filled with my socks' smell and the best part is my room never complained.
 
Like others I too always joined the chorus in criticizing my university but yesterday when I was passing by my department I got goose bumps.

I'm leaving this University as a single. Yes single . Every time when I went to my hometown my friends ask " You are in Chandigarh and.... Still Single ???"
chalo there is a lot to come in coming future.

With the below lines I'm signing off from Chandigarh. Electronic city Gurgaon is waiting for me.....

"Is pal ko kaise rukaoon... main kaise bataoon.... ye dil ki hai baatein..                                                           
Na jaane wo meri kahani...wo meri zubaani .... nasheeli si raatein..                                                                 
Lagta hai sapno sa jahaaan....                                                                                                                        
MAIN  IK  MUSAFIR  HU  YAHAAN....."

Simple or Complicated??

What's the very first thing we do in the morning? ... No, its not brushing the teeth... Bath?? ...no....what?? morning prayer?? O you never do that..... not even pee. Its the checking of mobile for any new message.

And who says mobile made our life simple?? My Mom calls me 4 times in the journey of three hours from Ludhiana to Chandigarh. 40% of my pocket money goes to enable this device ring. It is like some body part is missing when we run out of balance in mobile.

Actually I did one experiment "Life without mobile." I decided to switch off my mobile for 10 days. But I messed up in just 6 days. But in these 6 days, by just switching off this 3"x 2" device, I missed 3 extra classes because nothing to call me, 2 birthday parties, 10-12 of friends who came in hostel specially to meet me failed in their mission because I was somewhere else and..... whom to call?

My roommate calls an average of 4 hours daily to his girlfriend. And I calculated in 2 years of MCA he spent app. 87600 minutes in calling and I got the reason for 9000 crore turnover of Airtel. More friendships.... more no. of calls.... more business. Good strategy, I'll use sometime in my business. I still wonder how my Grandma spent two years without talking to my grandpa when he went to Bombay for trading.

This is the only device that taught us how to do everything with just one hand because the other hand is always busy in connecting the mobile with the listening mechanism of our body. Now we can eat, drive or even go to loo with just one hand. Some of my hostel mates developed their skills of tie up their laces of shoes with just one hand.

I am so hooked with text messages that even in exam I write like "Denis Richy ws a gr8 bdy."

This device disturbed me thrice while I was writing this blog post. And I have to rush now because my mobile screen is showing that we planned to hang out today and I'm one hour late. OK guys... bye. see ya.

----- Kapil Garg------- 

Doctor, Shopkeeper, Rickshawala.......

My mom has some kinda cardiac problem. So she has to go for a regular check-up after every month. Each time the doctor charges Rs. 500 as consultant fees. And each time my father says "Look at this doctor, for just 2 minute check-up, he charges Rs. 500 and I have to burn my head whole day on my shop, then I'm able to earn Rs. 500." Anyway we can't do anything.

2-3 days before I was chatting with my friend outside my father's shop, a rickshawala was coming out of my shop and murmuring "This shopkeeper has nothing to do, he just has to sit on the chair for whole day and earns 500 and I have to pull the rickshaw for whole day then I'm able to earn Rs. 100."

Suddenly a beggar passed by me who was begging for food and I kept staring at him and was trying to figure out "Now what he will say ???"

----Kapil Garg---- 

Exam Dayz.....

--The faces full of tension
  The girls get no more attention

--The late night study
  The discussions outside the library

--The Nescafe coffee seeps
  The pranthas of night food streets

--The bundles of notes
  The rush to photostat shops

--The nope to Orkuts and Facebooks
  The full concentrations on textbooks

--The 2 chapters in one hour timelines
  The questions of how Aashita always shines

--The lack of time for combing hairs
  The shortage of library chairs

--The best wishes and good luck charm
  The surety of re-appear after exam

--The chits, the cheats
  The stories on the sheets

--No matter how much we work hard
  At the end we all get good marks..........


--------Kapil Garg-------

The eagle and the chicken

I was sitting serene in my room, scrabbling my mind for a new topic for this blog. Suddenly my friend came and when I told him that I’m going to write a new blog post, the topic was just wrapped in his reply.

Let me tell you the whole conversation.

“Hey Kapil wazz up ???”

“Actually I’m thinking of a new topic for my blog and I’m not getting any vivid idea.”

“O com ‘on, let’s hang out.”

“No no. I have to write this.”

“And what’s the fun of writing this blog?”

“Somebody told me that it’s the first step for being a writer. It’s a platform for all the budding writers.”

“O com ’on man, you are not going to be Ruskin Bond or J. K. Rowling. Just leave this freaky blog and come.”

I refused to go, not because I was inert or feeling nausea. His last sentence “you are not going to be Ruskin Bond or J. K. Rowling.” remind me a story that my teacher told in my school time.

This story has changed my whole mental attitude. You have listen this before but I wanna share this to you all.

Once, a little boy was wandering in the jungle. Suddenly he saw that a new born little eagle fell off the nest. The little boy picked and brought that little eagle home. He placed that into his barnyard between the chickens. The young eagle found a good home with the chickens and grew up believing that he is a chicken. The hen also treated him like a chicken. The young eagle learned to quack and picking seeds from the ground like other chickens.

Once the young eagle was running under the fence and picking seeds off the ground. Suddenly he lifted his gaze and mesmerized with the sight of a beautiful eagle cruising the sky. He uttered “WOW!!! Look at that!!!”

And then he spread his wings and tried to fly like that eagle. He lifted a bit. He tried again. This time a bit more lifted. He tried 3-4 times. He started lifting 1-2 feet above the ground.

Then a chicken came.

“Hey…what are you doing??”

“Look at that bird in the sky. I was trying to fly like him.”

“O com’on …he is an eagle, the king of sky and we the chickens belong to the ground. We can’t fly like him.”

The young eagle realized that he is a chicken. With great disappointment, he bent his neck and again started picking seeds off the ground.

So the moral of the story is that if he had tried he could fly high up in the sky, but a chicken came and demoralized him.

So in the journey of life you will also find a lot of chickens who will demoralize you or distract you from your destiny, but you have to ignore them all and consider yourself as an eagle and never quit trying. After that you will also be the king of sky.

In the end I just want to say that after writing this blog I may not become a writer but I will not quit and this is my first step for being a writer.

                                                                                                - Kapil Garg