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

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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Got it as forward but found it worth sharing.

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.

 In the end I would like to thank few of my friends who have been there with me in my good and bad time. Two of my desktops one till Intermediate and one after that who accompanies me throughout my training. Copter, Bowling, Mario, Circus games who took me 10 years back. Toniff and Jai Mata Di restaurant who helped me to distinguish between north Indian and south Indian food. CCD in oasis and Arena for realizing me that coffee is not a bad beverage. Amoeba for its short queues. Housekeeping guys for teaching me what honesty is. Code Snippets without which I would have never passed my training. Forwarded mails who bring out smile on my face even after hectic training schedule. The black screen of Mainframe Terminal for realizing me computers are not always colorful and above all two special places one is Amphitheatre and another one is Gazzebo, the second one I found very later but is equally special. Both these are very close to my heart and shall always be. Since they are part of my sadness. In our life, its acceptable if we forget one who is part of our happiness but should never forget those who is part of our sadness. Miss you Mysore, I intentionally not took any pic but you shall stay in my heart forever.

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..