There are moments in your life when you feel exiguous of words, you have a lot to say but don’t have words to express. These moments are priceless, memorable and everlasting. It was some 10 days back, I was sitting at Kanpur Station in a nostalgic mood. Surrounded by different shadows and different shades. There were people coming out from trains and hugging their beloved ones. The smile, the happiness and the sparks in their eyes were all prodigious. On the other side there were prick in the eyes of people who were departing from their beloved ones. But that’s Life.

With plethora of many instructions when I stepped out of my home, I was instructed to sit in waiting room, till the train arrives and veraciously speaking. I did made a wonderful attempt for first 15 mins by sitting in it and then like many other times I overheard my father’s advice and sat near a pillar, purchased a book from nearby install and started reading it. There resides a complete world on platform. So many people who were then at same place but after sometime gone to get separated by physical distances.

While I was reading the book I was disturbed by someone that disturbance was inevitable as I was enjoying the book. The source of disturbance was a girl, a pretty girl with big sparking eyes. Hair that once I guess were black but jotted together and changed to brown. Face that had surely not touched water from past many weeks but anyhow succeed in redeeming its beauty. Clothes that were too big for that young girl of 12 or 13. I looked on her and asked her to move on and continued reading my book but she was still water which refused to move. She started peeping on the cover page of my book. I closed my book looked directly in those big eyes and asked what she wanted ? She pointed to the nearby stall of poori sabzi. I wanted to help her but the teaching and preaching of my life were not allowing me to help beggars but my heart didn’t agree with that and he feel pity for that. I don’t know who was going to win. The experience of my life says whenever there is a fight of thoughts between your heart and anything else, its always your heart that shall win, because we human beaings learn from many teach to many more but when it comes to ourselves we are heart driven.

I smiled at her and she should aware of the fact I would be going to help her. She pointed again to that stall. I offered her my book. She smiled and returned it back to me. Though I give it as fun but it made me realized that we all have different priorties in our life. For her at that time poori and bhaji was of more importance irrespective of the fact that it cost 20 times less than that book and that was nations best seller. I smiled again and asked her if she went to school. She didn’t reply back. Since she had broken my conversation I wanted to do conversation with her when she was last interested. I repeated my question, this time she nodded her head. I asked the reason, she didn’t show any antiphon. I told her if she would give honest reply to all of my question. I would give her 20rs note, she smiled. I asked her why she wanted to eat that poori bhazi, she replied back that she was hungry. What an ultimate foolish question by stupid me. I asked her to read a wooden board on which something was written in hindi. She told that she didn’t know and then I found people around me eavesdropping me, surveying me. There were just two possibilities either they consider me super dumb or some philantroph, but who cares. Finally I asked her What is Happiness..? and then I heard the most beautiful answer. She replied back with poori bhaji. Teachings and preachings of my life I put on one side and I knew I was going to help her. I gave her a 20 rs note but she gave me a lesson that I’m going to cherish. She told me the real meaning of happiness. Give yourself everything that you once dreamt of and you once wished but there still resides the possibility of unhappiness and devoid yourself of everything but even then you feel the essence of happiness because happiness is something that reside in us. No matter how big we become, how much money we earn and how much wisdom we gain. There shall never ever be end of our dreams and goals. What it takes to be happy is love what you do, even if you are beggar and you are honest with your job then you are lucky with that business man who though have large business but still not satisfied and its not specific only to material world, it also applies to relationship if we go on searching for a best person than we never ever get anything, because excellence has no limit but if we consider best to whom what we have we shall be happy forever. Cheers to that wonderful gal who taught me so much

Life never promised you anything..
Nor did God promise..
But People did..
Some said they will never leave you.. LIE..
Some said they will love you till death.. LIE..
Some said you are the most precious one.. LIE..
Life is made of such sweet LIES..

In the end all that matters is.. how you faced the time when you finaly realised those were just LIES and how truthful you were..

We may ask “Wouldn’t life be much better if these lies were never told ?”

But the true fact, which is yet HARDER is, when you realised that, the times you lived on those big LIES were the best times of your LIFE..

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Sometimes when we are free, all alone then we got a chance to peep back in our life, to remember our good and bad time. Remembering which a smile arises on our face and when somebody asks Why are you smiling ? what happened ? we end up by saying nothing, but the truth is that, that smile is the most beautiful smile and there truly exists something which gave you that smile. The same nothing, I told to one of my colleague when she asked me what happened , while I was reading a mail. The mail that remind me of one day, perhaps the first day of my so called College Life. I remember when I was in school and once got a chance to visit my Brother’s College, the life their fascinates me and I dreamt that one day I would also study in some college, dreams do come true.

It was the first day of my so called college life, people usually don’t get late on the first day, and I sway I did my best so as not to be an exception but alas I were.! Perhaps, I was the last one to enter the class which comprises of mixed kind of faces who were all strangers to me but who knows that these strangers should transform into perfect friends one day. I sat on the second row, with a tall slim boy who introduced himself as Manoj, that was the first name from CS GCET 2006-2010 that I came to know. Behind me were sitting two more strangers who turned out to be my best pals of all time, One of them was mighty Bansalite, the thing that fascinated me about him was he had done his engineering preparation from the same place, and the second one was a lad from Gorakhpur, about whom I can only say that he was the guy whose last impression was always going to be better than first one. So on the very first day, I got three wonderful friends. Three friends with same white shirt, with third button red, black trouser and those bloody PT shoes.

The real fact that I came to understand only after my four years of engineering is its never your college that makes you an engineer, it’s always your hostel that brings out the engineer in you, luckily we have an awesome hostel who had a warden who existed in hostel permises only when no one needs him. The days were always fine, the real first year stuff we got to know when we returned from our classes and we found that our seniors were desperately waiting for us on the stairs of hostel and then started the distribution of juniors. We had been allotted to different seniors and then started the real awesomely awesome college life. A single 4 seater room 14-15 seniors sitting like kings and 10-12 juniors standing in front of them some were performing skit, some were dancing like shakira, some were behaving like Tarzan, some were selling groundnuts, some were swimming, some were flying Aeroplane and some were trembling. Then started the long lived chanting sessions of our GCET Anthem, the awesome way of Muski Pochna, The amazing way of asking the name of senior and our marvelous ninty. I don’t know what’s there in me for I was the first choice of my seniors. They ragged me like hell and they loved me like their younger brother. They told me that one day in my life I should miss all this, they ragged me at that time and I didn’t liked it but now I remember all this and just want to go back in my life and to live the same life again. The best thing about memories is you don’t know it when you are creating it.

There doesn’t exist a single semester of which I am able to tell all the subjects, but in my mind still alive all the bakar sessions that we had after 2 beer bottles. The best part of my college life is not when I scored good in some subject in some semester or I scored good in some sessional but it was when I got detained 5 times in my four year B.Tech and felt good because we got three extra holidays. I didn’t remember any of my subject in which my preparation were going good but I shall always Computer Organization in which out of three sessional exams I appeared in only one and scored 1.5 out of 30, and that bloody semester in which I scored 30. I never feel regret of anything that today I wish I had not done. I have my friends who studied like if it’s the only thing but later or sooner, we all are at same place. I still remember the words of my RTS teacher who threatened us because we are the worst coder that ever existed on this earth, He told us we could never do coding, I was depressed at that time but today I realized things come with time, Life would give you everything that you need if one day you need to do coding then you will learn it automatically. Its of no use if you learn things under pressure, the best thing in life is learnt by choice. I’m thankful to all those who are essential ingredient of my so called college life recipe for giving me so many memories and thank to god because they are still part of my life. Things and persons come and go but what they leave is memory. Cheers to all such memories.