LIFE IN EXAM

The Time ticks and the bell rang

There comes a hand pushing papers on my desk
my mind is clean as an young born child
I close my eyes and pray to god
"take me through with the hurdle before me "

The time ticks on and bell rigs

I hear the tearing of papers ...
and see every one is in hurry to go on the conquest
to capture the beast
and claim their victory

The time ticks on and on

I see the first problem before me ...
something seems to be wrong ..
I haven't got the question ..
I read and re-read the question

The time ticks on and on

" Nope there goes a question above my head ... " I think
Fear start running through my spine
I close my eyes again to regain the lost confidence
I say to my self " ..lets try the next question"

The time ticks on and on

Question after Question seems to be in alien script
I start wondering have I got the wrong paper
I look around to get the feel
People cry .."additional sir"

The time ticks on and on

I try my futile attempts to work something on paper ...
I feel the time has stopped and
people around me are busy jutting down their solutions
I decide to relay on my only last option

The time ticks on and on

There come a caution of last 15 mins
I poke my fellow stud at front to get some clue
teacher catches and warning are passed...
there is nothing i can do now

the time ticks on and on ...

I peep out of the window at the free bird
wonder why can't I be like it...
I feel dejected about the hard work i kept on the subject ...
I look around for the last call waiting like person who's death is fixed

The time ticks and the bell ring ...

The same hand come this time to snatch the empty paper from me
I pack my stuff and run through the door like mad rhino
everyone discusses about the problem and marks
I sit down to write this poem

In the name of : Chapter 1: The Begining

Authors Note: Below is story about a boy. The story is in a narative manner (DRAMA TYPE). I have no much experience in story telling or write, but have a strong desire deep inside me. Let me see where it leads. Any feedback or comments is welcome.



ALL CHARECTERS IN THIS DRAMA/STORY ARE FICTICIOUS AND ANY RESEMBLENCE IS A SHERE COINICIDENCE





In the name of



Chapter 1 :The Begining



There is total darkness and flashes come from cameras as a grand house backed is now visible with the noise of peoples hush..hush can be heard. Every one around was talking of something as if something amazing has happened.



"Hi my name is, hmmm well I think you figure it in due course so I would better wait let you figure that out." The words come in an (old) woman voice .


"Today somebody is thinking of me in his dreams and admiring in those beautiful looks.
{in the dream}(people shouting) ... people are crazy about me .. clicking my pictures .. everyone is memerised by beautiy of my display and grace.... everyone want me to be part of his life.. I can see in those eyes... "


Suddenly a royal CAR stops between the crowd and a gentlemen (a child with suit) steps out of it and he walks out of the car and everyone in the crowd are jealous of him


He laughs at all the people ... "hahaha.. "


Suddenly there is a fire alarm and smoke comes out of the back ground house. Everyone present there start running in panic and environment suddenly turn chaotic. There are screams all around and somebody seems to gather a stick and beat the gentlemen... """
The screams get louder and louder and now he can clearly listen to them "Wake up sleepy!!! wake up chintu... !! wake up .. u are already getting late for the drawing exam... " saying this Sheela mother of Chintu walks into Kithchen.


Feeling still sleepyly chintu opens his one eye to check the time. It was 8:00 and the exam was at 9:00. He says to himself in low tone "well, its only 8:00..." and pulls the blanket back and sleeps. In few minutes Sheela enters chintu's room to pull the blanket away and started lecturing him and cleaning his room saying "Man should leave laziness. They will only grow if they are active"" and it goes on and on ...
Having no alternative he gets in a dejected manner and goes to wash his face and gets ready for school. Then there is shoute from Kitchen "Chintu are you ready ?" Hearing this he quickly brushes his hair and runs towards Kitchen saying "ya ma.. I am coming"



Seeing him fresh Sheela gives him breakfast and milk, while he is eating she goes to make ready his bag for the exam. After some time she comes towards him and sits beside him till he is done. As Chintu prepares to go towards the washbasin she pulles him kisses him on his forehead and says "My good son .. !! Now get going and ya .. check if I have kept all the items you have to take for your exam..!! The bag is in your room"


Then there is Knok on the door .. and a shout from the friend of chintu... "Chintu come fast bus is about to move .. come quick" ...


Chintu looks at the watch .. " damn its already 8:40 .. why is the time against me .. " quickly picks up his baggage and in hurry ties his half shoe lace.. when a horn is heard and he starts running... "Mama bye!! Will be back "


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There are students waiting outside a room.







The drawing exam is normally held as last exam and is not of much significance as it has only pass or fail grade associated with it. Also in the record of school none of the student who has attended the exam has ever failed.


There was a full hush hush out side the drawing room as the exam was going to begin in few minutes... and every is in a playful mood.. All were making plans of what they will do after exam.. some were eager to finish off the exam and run to their houses to enjoy .. some were having a holiday trip and happiness and uneasiness were abundantly present in the air.
There is bell and every is asked to come into to the room collect a sheet of paper and start drawing a landscape ...
In every one's mind Mountains flashed... rivers were flowing ... tress and bushes with greenery around.... some started thinking of great monuments Taj Mahal, Charminar.. red fort ... and the list goes..
Before start some go and are getting node of the drawing master...
Chintu had no idea what landscape to draw.. he was not that much good in drawing.. so he blankly checks what others are drawing .. for an idea.. but all were hiding their drawing as they don't want any one to copy ..
Still confused he start looking at the painting in the art room examining each ... suddenly a picture of a house catches his eyes and .. he remembers his dream last night... he thinks why the hell was siren went off and the place caught the fire..
He immediately plans of drawing a simple box house with box rooms... starts to colour it .. shade the ground with green, house with yellow and brown and sky with blue ... he also draws red car before the front door ... At the top he writes my dream house...

dreams and reality

The truth as we perceive in reality might not exist in dreams but it is also true that dreams are real imagination which might be true in the other dimension. People desist it and think it as a disability that person carries which takes him away from truth, but i feel that dreams are just a stage of imagination some may have meaning, some may be totally crap and some may be even scary. When we are dreaming in reality its the reality that you really forget and give potential to your imagination that works in your brain. We still try our best to comprehend all unnatural occurences during the dream period and try to judge it through the natural contraints and laws to which we are so accustomed.

I remember the quote from Swashank Redemption "First you hate 'em, then you get used to 'em. Enough time passes, you get so you depend on them." I think I would like to apply the same quote to humanity who is adapted to reality even though he hates all the rules and regulation which on imposed on them by nature, society,people etc and now they are hopelessly depend on them and fear to break free through the rules to a world where everything is possible. I think a new born baby is very sensitive to all his sense and does not like any of it as till then he was in dream world in his mothers womb where everything was truth. Now as he enter this real world all the restiction as kept on him to think only about the real things and suddenly all the dream world becomes nothing but a memory that can not be explained.

Last day when I was reading articles on dream, the literature was mentioning on probable cause of dream as the electric signals in our magnificent mind which is trying to optimises and handle all the back end memory management. Also the observation that author made was the reason we almost always during our dreams co relate all the sound that are sensed. The brain tries make sense of any sensual signal or electric signal which is primarily causing the dreams. Though this is still just a theory and there is no concrete evidence but this is as close to facts as it can.

Well whatever may be the cause of the dreams are they truely remarkable. They invoke so much of imaginationation and creativeness of all possibility combining true with fiction in continues fashion. Oo.. some time you become do desperate to chage the world and are trying your best and alas you are even able to move your own legs !!! sometimes you feel like you are running as fast as bird and suddenly fall in deep tranch with no ending... and you wakeup to see the sweet running through the body and horror of your face. Not all dreams as horrifing as these infact some are very good to believe to be true. Like in one my dream I became a super hero to save all friends and community when we were taken hostage by terrorist. But the fact is that most of the time dreams revolve around self and most probabily involving the recent events or problem with which we are strugling in reality is an undeniable fact.

Who am I ?

A ghost who goes as free air
lives its moments of joy and sadness
till the death takes into stand stillness of silence;
is my aim of life to spend the time away?

who am i?

An animal born
with survival as the purpose of existence
Spreading the genes to future generations;
is the Survival of specie the aim of my life?

who am i?

A thief to steal
who cherishes pleasure through hording of money or power
to exploit the sensual pleasure through all organs;
Is getting pleasure the soul purpose of my existence ?

who am i?

a thirsty student
to gain knowledge what thousands were not able to
and see what others cant;
is purpose of mine to prove superiority among fellow beings?

who am I?

A saint to spread good
like a spark of light in the darkness of thoughts
to become the hope of hopeless ;
is helping others aim of life?

who am i?

A Brahman who cares
for neither money nor power.
For whom nothing is more dearer than the other.
Who is neither living nor dead and is beyond all worries with youthful happiness.
Am I this very existence...

NOTE: Brahman in the above poem does not signify a religion/caste/sect, it represent a perfect being.

Is Time Real...???

Once i was jus casually on a whim asked one my friend .. is the time real ? .. ooooo suddenly i started thinking deeply with in self and the idea hounted me .. so i thought fr almost an hr ... I started questionin ... the basis on which time was assumed to be real ... as an entity .. an existent one . All the partical physical theories are based on time .. assuming that it is a real entity ... then if time it self can be proved to non real ... a hypothitical one ...... then . all u see is a wonder .. . so here starts my theory ,...... Also note that here my implecet assumption is space is real.. and memory is real and is something that will be available in the space .... Well time by definition is measeared on the change the space from the current state to a new state .... ( Even the IST is measered on the the speed of some ceasum atom... which again is a change ... ). So the basic funda is that with memory of the past we correlate the present events if change is found then we define time period as an entity that takes fr space to change ..

Suppose the state of current space S1 than time is something by definetion the space goes into another state S2. and the change is defined as perticular time period .. """ The correct frequency for the particular cesium resonance is now defined by international agreement as 9,192,631,770 Hz so that when divided by this number the output is exactly 1 Hz, or 1 cycle per second. """

so in other words cesium clock has to moves 9,192,631,770 times for a sec to happen

The number is so deceptive so let variable f have value 9,192,631,770 per se or some other on which international accepted as one sec. and cesius .. is only a standard is can be any other space of change .. so i will use space instead of cesium say s

Now at last what it comes is measurment of sec basead on perception of change of f number of time in space s .

So for a person whos perception is high for example of the some other being from another planet . Has a more memory of the same object than the person with less perception.

let a person p1 has memory instance of M1 times another person p2 high perception person will have memory M2 times were M1 S2 ... the memory of the persons go from M1'->M1'' where M1'' - M1'=M1 and the memory of other person goes from M2'-> M2'' where M2''->M2'

if there k( tending to infinite) instance of change in the space then P1 only percevives M1 events where as for the same change in the space p2 percevive M2 events of change

Which again means that for the same change of space each person will have different amonts of memory depending on there perception ability.

From this we can further conclude that time if defined on the change of space is not constant for the perception machines .. for some it is fast for some the same is very slow .. Since time is not constant and is only a notional measure of change in space depending the measuring instrument ,. so time is not real. ...

What is real is present that always exists ... past has never happened and future will never come ... still the change in the space is our perception ..... of the mistirical things happening ... also there is a possibility of things happening differently .. it only that we all have almost equal levels of perception we have same world and things happen as they are ....

Uncertainity in life .......

Seeing the vastness of this river and coldness of the water which i can still feel ... i forget the uncertainities of life.....!!!!!

Life of quotes ..

In this ..post i want to add a few gud lines .. sayings n poetry ..

The below peotry of kalidas is actually picked up by me from ,,, my fav blog
http://lifeasitgoes.rediffblogs.com/ It is also nw one of my admired poem ...

"Listen to the Exhortation of the Dawn! Look to this Day!

For it is Life, the very Life of Life.

In its brief course lie all the Verities and Realities of your Existence.

The Bliss of Growth, The Glory of Action, The Splendor of Beauty;

For Yesterday is but a Dream, And To-morrow is only a Vision;

But To-day well lived makes

every Yesterday a Dream of Happiness,

And every Tomorrow a Vision of Hope.

Look well therefore to this Day!

Such is the Salutation of the Dawn!"

-- Kalidas

***Also there were many quote which always influence me ... some of them are

“When you are inspired by some great purpose, some extraordinary project, all your thoughts break their bonds: Your mind transcends limitations, your consciousness expands in every direction, and you find yourself in a new, great, and wonderful world. Dormant forces, faculties and talents become alive, and your discover yourself to be a greater person by far than you ever dreamed yourself to be.”
-- Patanjali

"A baby born with a billion dollars--where is the personal merit in that? A baby born with nothing--where isthe personal demerit in that? The one is fawned upon, admired,worshiped, by sycophants, the other is neglected and despised--where is the sense in it?"
--What Is Man? Mark Twain

"When intelligence matures and lodges securely in the heart, it becomes wisdom. When that wisdom is integrated with life and issues out in action, it becomes devotion. Knowledge which has become mature is spoken of as devotion.
If it does not get transformed into devotion, such knowledge is useless and tinsel."
-Rajagopalachari

Testing Quotes by the Boris Beizer

"I think deep down most of us dont believe in software-at least not the way we believe in hardware. If software is insubstantial, then how much more insubstantial is software testing? There isn't even debugged code to pont to when we're through with test case design. The effort put into test design and testing seems wasted, especially if the tests don't reveal any bugs.
There is another, deeper problem with testing and test design that's related to the reason we have to do it in the first place. It's done to catch bugs. There is a myth that if we were good at our jobs, there would be no bugs to catch. If only we could really concentrate, there would be no bugs to catch. If only everyone used structured coding techniques, or top-down design or decision tables, or if all the programs had to be written in DOITALL or SQUISH, or if all programs were specified interms of inverse-recursive-produlation, then there would be no bugs. So goes the myth. There are bugs, the myth insists, because we are bad at what we do; and if are bad at what we do, we shld feel guilty abt it. therefore, testing is the admission of the guilt"

--To be added..

Blindness is the way of life ......!!!!

Today when i walk past the street i see thousands of people on the streets. Eating, sleeping and spending day to day life on these streets. My first instant reaction is to turn back and laugh with my friends about other issues making big statements of changing world. But again these incedents catches the eye and i cannot stop thinking of the tidiness they live and curse them. After walking another mile, i start thinking of the ill fate they are in which has brought them here into the city with no place to live in. And I started have a type of distrubance in the mind. All the joy weened out and i became more thoughtful. They are only the byproduct of modernisation that we are experiencing. But we live as if everything is fine and we are such self-engulfed that these scenes are nothing for us but daily occurences. We curse these people and fear from them as if they are devils came from some other planet. O, am i not the criminal? Have i tried atleast once to help them? No, then why curse them!!!
Today when i hear that India is growing at 8% growth rate with boyount economic prospects, my heart was filled with happiness. But is this development creating a growth or is it bring a more divide between rich and poor and increasing the number of "ambanis" and more ones i have seen on the road is the question we need to think again. Then i have read i newspaper that 35% of our people earn less than $ in income per day. Then where is economic and social prosperity going. People here are starving for one ounce of bread and we ask for more and more comforts. We demand for more leuxiourious life and why? because we have some knowledge or because we are able to do some technical stuff.
When have we forgotten that, we are a mere instance of humanity and lucky enough to live the life, we are currently experiencing. Our selfishness touches its peek with end less greed to become more wealthier and cosmopolitain. With this attitude we start differenciating self from others. Well today when i close my eyes i see numerous instances of me cursing all the people who room in shabby clothes even with out thinking of once their situation. Apperence itself makes a negative impact and we start cursing. There are more than 1 million childern on the street begging and a normal man in his life will see more than 10 million such incidents of child labour and human abuse, but who cares for i live for the better of self. I live to make one more building in which i can live comfortabily.The thought to help never occurs to this selfish mind.
I have seen an incedent of a child beaten black and blue in mumbai where around thousands of people were going not even 1 person including me had the courage to stop him. Why? Because i fear the aftermath of the incedent. I came to mumbai to enjoy with friends, if i stop that guy i will sure have a fight started over and i dont know any one who will help me. So, the safer way for me is to ignore the very incedent that is happening right before my eye. As i am too selfish and fearful. I observed the people avoiding to even see the incedent as that will ruin their mood for the day. I dont blame the poor people who's main aim in life is to have pleasure and to see self prosperity. It is a human nature but is there no one to even him to stop this chap from manhandling in public. Is it that for such incedent too the police or child help group has to come and stand for the childern or should he be left to that brutality so that one day in frustration he will take a wrong route and we may curse him?
May the lord give courage to all those in need of it more than me. Let their grevences be heard by the god, for i am very lucky to have much lesser pain and lead a better life. O, god help all in need and atlast me. Let all be happy in what ever state they are. Let love touch each one of them.

I wander in this world as .. a new born

With all this marvalous things in life , i still wonder what i am suppose to do . I wonder on the this really amazing world. Sometimes, I feel that everything around me so much aranged that, I cannot stop appreciating its beauty . Sometimes I feel like to conquer entire universe and the very next movement I feel helpless as a child. I wonder if it happens to all in this world but who knows .

Rafting Action

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Me Njoyin in Simla Trip

Me njoyin

Hi .."So it begins...."

I started this blog with view to exchange the views with my frenz ..but now i think orkut will serve
that purpose and nobody is interested in this blog as none has contacted me or encouraged me .. so .. from now on i make this blog " my own ...my precious :) " .. i still encourage all who want to participate ..
Everyone are welcome
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