25 Things which I miss ..!

1.Our participation in IT-BHU fest for LAN gaming and flunking sessionals for the same.

2. My Discover DTS-i Who never ever ditched me and ran pertinacious for 9000 kms in 10 months.

3. My lecturer of Mechanical Engineering whose class i had never ever missed but never ever studied in his class.The awesome book which he had written, without which i mite not ever dreamt to pass in Mechanical.

4. Rajesh and his son kalu who had mastered the art of making omlettes at their khokha and turned a PURE vegetarian into vegetarian.

5. e-Xtreme Cub whom I’ll always love for no reason, I mite be its worst General Secretary but my love and honesty for it was unbeaten.

6. Our great TGMC project, in which i had not typed a single line of code but i was the one who had been asked the first question when we reached final.

7. My awesome ragging and my artificial innocence i should never ever forgot when my senior asked me what is Sex and i told him i don’t know, rest is history.

8. Our research paper which my friend had written and it got selected for final round, i never ever understand the concept of that but i’ll miss anything in my resume but not that.

9. My interview of Infosys for which i hadn’t prepared anything, if he was going to ask me about me thrice i was going to give him different answers.

10. The holi after which i bathe for the longest duration in my life.

11. My final year project about which i only knew it was on MATLAB and were related to some action tracking concept.

12. My immemorable 7 marks in chemistry, which later on turned into 75, which made me realised that University people can’t even upload marks sincerely.

13. Kailash hospital, which I should always consider a place where i could get food if i would feel hungry at 1.

14. My preparation for CAT which made me a human being.

15. Our memorable trip to Shimla, which later on turned into immortal memory.

16. My stealing of petrol from bike in night at Rail Vihar and then that bloody guard who caught us.

17. Our Robot which refused to work in IIT Delhi’s Fest.

18. The guy at beer shop in Tugalpur who used to give us a special concession of 5% without any reason.

19. The Fresher party which we gave to our juniors, i couldn’t believe i was its head for Discipline committe.

20. Our stupid dhobi who twice lost 4 of my jeans and never ever accepted that.

21. Our final year Project presentation in which i was the person who had been recruited for changing the slides.

22. Our ingenious Computer Graphics lecturer who had tried everything in his life and whose stories were immortal.

23. My 5 times detention from sessional, which never taught me any lesson.

24. Our annual college fest of whose i was student representative but the fest found its existence into MS-WORD and MS-EXCEL.

25. Two gujjars who looted my mobile and the story later turned into an example for those who love night walk.

My friends are never part of this list, because we missed only those things that we have lost and that we once had, They are still with me and shall always be..

If there exists only one truth in this world than it’s the fact that there are no days like childhood. Childhood is the best phase of everyone’s life. The good thing about those days is we are immature. Immature to truly understand the world, immature to understand relationships. Perhaps one chocolate is more than enough to make someone our friend. When some one asks us to choose between a hundred rupee note and few iron coins, the child in us shall always choose the iron coins. We have been given extraordinary power of weeping that is sufficient to melt anyone’s heart.
I was the naughtiest child anyone can ever imagine. I had been a reason of irritation for many of my relatives and neighbours. This post of mine is dedicated to my favorite hobby of that time, The hobby of pressing doorbells. I remember there didn’t exist a single house in my colony which was not a victim of my hobby. The worst of all had to bear by Sharma Uncle, whose door bell got sick of ringing. There were nearly twenty houses between the place my school bus dropped me and my home. There existed a timetable of on which day which houses’s bell need to be rang. But as said by someone that all bad things come to an end one day, so does good that include my hobby.

It was an ordinary summer noon. My vacations were going on and I were enjoying the vacations. My father had gone office and I was all alone with my mom in my big and sweet home. My mom asked me to bring wiper from a nearby shop. When I got out, I found that street were all empty without any human soul and the whole universe including the street were convincing me that there caouldn’t be a better time for practical implementation of my wonderful hobby. How could I ignore when the whole universe were wishing something from me. I saw left, I saw right but how stupid I was I wouldn’t seen the straight. Alas! Sharma aunty were coming. The operation was implemented and the bomb had been triggered, my hands had already done something that I wouldn’t forget for next 20-30 years. I had no choice but one i.e. to run. I wished india was the host of Olympics in that year and I was the first one from india to win gold in athletics, but who cares for the dreams of a poor child.The only wish I wished was that she wouldn’t had recognised me, while running, but not every wish is destined for accomplishment. I returned back with that bloody wiper and unlike other time with no chocolates. With the hope that if the case had been tracked and accused were detected than there should be consideration of the fact that that the accused had sacrificed his lovely chocolates. My mom was eagerly waiting for me at the main door of my home and behind were standing the stone hearted Sharma aunty. She opened the gate and then what happened I can’t write it in words. The only thing I remember is I had been again sent for bringing wiper after 2 hours, the old one had got sacrificed and I had gained 2 inches in my dimensions.
That was an end of my wonderful hobby but the creation of an everlasting mesmerizing memory. Who said pain doesn’t give us smile..? I’m smiling today remembering the sweet pain that I got on that day.

Who are you..? This is the question, that I’m answering since I was three years old. I remember when I was four years old and any relative came to my home, the answer of this question fetched me a chocolate and a smile on the face of relative. Since then time has changed and so many other things and  one such thing is my identity. At that time I was Pankaj, to extend I studied in New Dawn Public School and that was more than sufficient. With time I realized I’m someone’s son, someone’s brother, someone’s friend, I studied somewhere, I have certain likes and dislikes. And all these things dominate my identity, I got so confused that I don’t know which among these shoul I made part of my identity and which should I leave. I love when my identity is solely mine. Some times I think If I’m a mere parasite.? Perhaps not, I have an identity though its according to me.

Well I’m Pankaj Verma, born in Kshatriya Family. But about kshatriya’s I only know that the earlier Hindu Culture was being divided into four main castes and Kshatriya is one of them. They were the persons who fought for Nations safety. Since I was born neither my parents told me more on this nor I ever attempted to know. I was the guy who was rusticated on the very first day of school life. I made dracelueon marks on the face of my class teacher because she was not allowing me to sit in my brothers class. Perhaps that was the only day of kingterdon garden school period. Since my father is in bank, till my school days I spent my life at four places but never ashamed of the fact that two of them was not even district. Since my childhood English was my weakest subject, but I never blamed myself for that according to me my parents and my teachers were the reason for that. Mathematics was my favorite and strongest subject but I never ever thanked anyone for this. I tried to made it an issue when the food prepared by my Mom was not good but I never thanked or appreciated her when it was tasty. When It comes to friend I found myself lucky, though I never understand why girls had an edge there, perhaps that was the only similarity between me and my brother. Iconsidered myself to be super brilliant but from IIT-JEE to CAT, I had a record of failures, for it I had an excuse that I failed at border. But there is nothing like failing at Border, there are merely two things either fail or pass, nothing like failing at border. I don’t know how many negative qualties I have and how much shall I develop but still some things exist that are constant throughout my life.

The first and foremost is I’m a man of principles. I’v my own rules of living lives and I love to live by them, I never regret for things that I have done earlier but try to learn from them. I spent my childhood at rishikesh and the wordings and preachings of Mahatma have a deep impact over my life. I love to do the things that I love and I hate to do the things that I hate. I believe that nothing in this world is more important than our inner satisfaction. I believe that I’m not born to please others but those who rely on me I never ditch them. For me the four most precious and important word are Son, Friendship, Love and Trust. I may bad at anything in this world but when it comes to any of these four I know I’m the best. If I consider some one my friend than He is my friend throughout my life no matter what shall be the situations and conditions in life, no matter we shall talk or not. When it comes to love, I know what Love is. I know its meaning to the deepest. If I love someone, I lve her so much that the love of whole world shall not balance it. This is not what I think but this is what I believe. I never break anyone’s trust. For me these four things matter more than anything else in this world. I’m a Theist and have blind faith in God, that’s why nothing wrong ever happened to me in my life. I believe in enjoying every colour of life because then only I know what life is..