Paathfala..?

huh!
Now this is the limit of getting tortured, and the Ice on the cake is you are paying for it.

Paathshala

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Shahid Kapoor
Ayesha Takia
Nana Patekar

Sometimes you go for the movie coz you don’t have any other option to choose. Anyway, we entered to Priyas to find it empty. I recalled when I had watched ‘U, Me aur Hum’ there.
Movie starts with the oldest story, child pees in his pants to the fear of the very strict principal which was played by Nana, followed by some stupid scenes which were not at all related with the subject. Then there are entries of Ayesha and Shahid which were so dull that even hippos could shy with your yawns. Film moves ahead with other boring twists like a school gal falls for Shahid, which was already seeing by a guy who was actually the girl’s classmate. Gal’s brother does not appreciate this who also studies in the same class. Some other gal likes the first guy. This love hexagon was so confusing that you could start pulling your hair.
School facing a problem of funds and there is a pressure from management on principal to raise the standard of the school so that they can bring school to the no1 position again, there actual plan was to raise the fee by making it a five star school though.
‘Five Star Schools’ this is the total pain in the neck. They just wanted to show that these days’ schools are becoming five star schools playing with the real education in the name of ECA. Even parents are very much influenced with them they get carried with the false advertisements claiming that we are the no1 school and blah-blah. Such a heavy topic wasted with the boring acting’s of Shahid & Ayesha. There was no story line it seemed that they had the topic were sitting free so they made the film. Nana Patekar was totally wasted. Songs were the biggest let down for the movie. I do not remember the single word of any of the song from the movie. In some of the scene I was thinking now a good enthusiastic song would come to lift the story and the movie but that never happened throughout the movie. Most of the scenes were longer than the requirement no editing was being done effectively Direction was such poor that in the 24th of the movie I thought am watching Phoonk2. The film climax was also very boring Shahid brings all the students together to have a strike against the School management to stop all there useless activities. Which gets overly media attention and principal was forced to take all the blame on him, but before he could leave Shahid urges him to address the students. Principal hold the mic and tells how much pressure he had from the management and what he has been going through from the last six months. And why he has chosen this step. Then students not allow principal to go anywhere and lastly they made principal laugh too. By this, film ends without solving any of the issue. They did not provide what happened at the end, how school manages to come out from the prob. They did not disclose what happened to the students who were falling for each other and what happened to hero & heroin (if I could call them so). Total waste of money; do not go for the movie. I would rather suggest you to bring any of the classic DVD of Mr. Amitabh Bachhan. I wonder what make Shahid to sign such scripts. Since ishq-vishq Shahid has always disappointed me. After making such standards for himself he has never come good for his audience. Now ‘Badmash Company’ of YashRaj is coming. Let’s see how he can able to do justice with his good for nothing image.

I miss my College

Today, am missing my college...
It’s not a new thing though. I miss my college every day, every hour every moment. I miss the lush green lawns; I miss the lobby main stage, mini stage, fashion ramp, seminar hall, parking area, botany garden, etc. I miss library, I never knew I’ll miss library ever. I miss the cafe in it. I miss the queuing up for the system. I miss the proxy servers. I miss early morning chats.
I remember my first at college as it has happened yesterday and how I had got escape from the ragging. I miss it. I miss my fresher’ I had won Mr. Potential award that was really a good experience. You know it happen very rarely that you become star on the first day of your lecture. It was the first time for me.
I miss the canteen and I really miss the back lawns which were there in the old canteen. I miss the moment when we made the final year students dance to our tunes for our votes, when we were in only first year of our college. I miss the new canteen too, I miss the canteen food. I never liked it though but I still miss it. I miss Himmat, who has to make his long distance calls every time he meets me. I miss Jeevan, who used to carry 9 orders at a time, including 6 plates. I used to wonder to see his capability. I used to think he would fall anything now, but that never happened in front of my eyes. I still have no idea how he used to manage that.
I miss the people who used to do my assignments in canteen on my behalf. I was too lazy to do my assignments; I still owe them my internal marks. I miss the gossips we used to do in canteen that never used to get stop event in classroom. I miss my group,
I miss Ankit, now nobody asks me... What happened in ‘kyonki’ yesterday?
I miss Rohit, now nobody challenges me to... ‘Let’s see, who drinks the thumbs-up first’
I miss Sunil, now nobody praises me like he used to do.
I miss our stupid discussions, I miss our instant plans, and I miss our second row seat in classroom. I miss our topics... Girls & Alcohols were Big NO to our group. I miss my batch.
I miss our cricket sessions; I miss our South Campus visits just to have ‘aaloo poori’ there. I miss Chauranghee lane, I miss mother dairy, I miss giggles, I miss Garg book depot, I miss photocopy shop, and I miss the photocopy wallah bhayya (Akash). I miss his radio. I miss the recharge shop, 1500 SMS pack in just Rs.35. I miss Career Launcher. I miss my CL batch mates. I miss Prachi, Jyoti, Pratibha, Santosh, Ajit, Mukesh, Swati, Esha, Bharat. I love them. I miss the faculties, Anita ma’m, Bhoopendre Sir, Sushma mam. I miss Bhoomika, Monika, Chetna, Arunima, Deepti. I miss the guard bhayya(Shukla ji) who has to have free parties all the time from our group. I miss CCD, Keventars. I miss Satya Niketan. I miss Nanak Pura Gurudwara; and I miss my visits to there. I miss my long walks, rain walks, walking dates, blind dates (thanks to Orkut).
I miss Chanakya, which was a paradise for the college goings, I miss SN, and I miss Basant Lok. I miss DTC trips; and DTC. I miss DTC pass and the stupid photo in it how we used to pass comments on other’s appearance.
I miss those comments. I miss those stupid fellows who used to comment. I miss them, I miss their stuff too. I miss Rohit’s Silk shirt, Sunil’s sandals, Ankit’s spects. I miss college festivles from foundation day to pre-independence day, from Choreography to Mr. & Mrs. Nexus. I miss my college. I want to get back to the college. I want to be 17 again when I had entered the college for the first time in Red shirt and Black capris with white sleepers had parked my cycle outside the college main gate. I want those moments back... I want my life back. I do not want any career. I care for it coz people says it’s important to have a career. Hell I would prefer to die in my Red tee with white Neva shorts beard on, hair messed up, while playing the guitar rather than in recently bought Armani suit making headlines for the hundreds of daily. I don’t want any headline all I want is my buddies back.
I know, I’m talking stupid and writing it making me feel light. I hope one day I’ll be able to do justice with my passion and come back to the college with whistles.
Fingers Crossed.

छोटे से बड़े

एक दिन बोली मुझसे नानी
मै कहती तुम सुनो कहानी

एक खेत बिन जुता पड़ा था
उबड़ खाबड़ बहुत बड़ा था

कोई चिड़िया बीज उठा के
उडती-उडती गयी डाल पे

हवा डरती धुप जलती
मिटटी उसको खूब दबाती

मिटटी की गोदी में रहकर
सूरज की किरणों में जलकर

कहूं बीज मै हाय अकेला
पर न डरूंगा भले अकेला

कुछ दिन बीते अंकुर फूटे
कोमल-कोमल पत्ते फूटे

बीज बन गया पोधा प्यारा
पोधे से बाद पेड़ कहलाया
दूर-दूर तक फैली छाया

जितने भी बड़े बने छोटे से बड़े बने

Writing

Why do we write? The purpose of writing includes share you thoughts, views, memories, fantasies. Basically we can say, we want to share something which we feel good about. Sometimes we write for the society as well. Sometimes we write for someone special and then that someone says, ‘hey! You are really good at writing. I would suggest you write more. You get encouraged…
You go to your room sit on the sofa with your legs folded. You put a pillow on your lap open your notebook pick up your pen and start writing. But! Err… it’s already 2 minutes past and your pen hasn't made any contact with the paper yet. What’s the reason? You do not find any topic. You try to concentrate but nothing come to your mind. You look up from the notebook and start talking to the walls. You start doubting yourself, ‘can I really write?’ you recall the person who has suggested you to write. You think he/she is the biggest liar around. Huh! You open your pen and then close it for no reasons. You look your pen to have some topics. Just then something vibrates under your cushion. Hey! It’s your mobile. You forget the world and find your phone. It’s Rinki, why she is messaging this late. You open it anyway.

“hw ws d day ;-P”

You get confused to call her to text her and decide to ignore her. Then you start thinking can I write on mobile phones? You reject it. Messages… Again, you reject. Rinki… reject. You fumble few more topics and get more frustrated. Just then mumma screams from different room… beta, go to the bed or else you won’t make for the college. You check the time 12:45 a.m. you close the notebooks switch off the lights and jumps to your bed.
Next day, while coming to the college you ask yourself, why couldn’t you write last night? You go in deep thoughts…

Before I proceed further, tell me how many of you actually face this problem? Please raise your hand.

The answer to above problem is simple.
Ohh! Am sorry you can down your hand now.

We don’t able to write sometimes is because we force ourselves too much for that. Trying too hard only does opposite. Like, you can’t too tighten the walking rope. You have to maintain the balance. In fact balance is required everywhere. If you are new at wroting do not indulge yourself too much in writing. You can start with lighter topics which interests you. This will do two things for you…

1. You’ll find easy to deal them.
2. You won’t get bored and never make the force of repulsion from the writing.

If you are really raw and can’t find good topics. Then I would suggest you to write diary entries. Take my words diary entries are much easier to write as you have to just summaries your day. It is also a good way to keep memories it will make you feel happy later sometime in your life. On the other hand diary entries are personal and nobody reads them other than you unless your permission. When we write for ourselves we write our original views. We do not fake things up to impress anyone and believe me originality is the ornament of any writing. The more original writing would be the more easily readers would connect with it. It is the first lesson you have to learn.

Professioncy of language is not required for writing. If you are able to transfer your thoughts beautifully you are done, coz big emotions do not come from big words…
They come directly from your heart. Whatever your heart feels about certain thing you can write freely on them.
Now, you are trained for writing. I would suggest you to pick up your pen and start writing whatever has happened today. Wish you all the luck and best wishes.