“ COME WHAT MAY”

Riding on the cart of hope
Clinching on to the sacred love rope
Always with my hands folded to pray

I say to all,
Never give up: COME WHAT MAY.


Give your best and forget about it
If not today, tomorrow it will fit,
Hold on to your beliefs and keep faith in HIS way

I say to all,
Never give up: COME WHAT MAY.



Making efforts is the object you need
Don’t follow no footsteps, make your own lead
Your ethics and values, in the long run will pay

I say to all,
Never give up: COME WHAT MAY.



When things go wrong and you feel lonely
You wonder, why did this had to happen to me only
Don’t forget, every sun rise brings a fresh bright day

I say to all,
Never give up: COME WHAT MAY.



ChEeRs!

AWAZ [a walk towards azad zindagi].

AWAZ represents a student’s initiative on awareness about Right to Information and other legal rights, consisting of members from the Faculty of Law, Delhi University. It is a result of realization of the conspicuous absence of a positive pressure group and at the same time feeling that the need of the hour is to fulfill our duty towards our community and particularly Nation as a whole. This social group is not an end within itself but rather beginning to bring change in the system through legal, polite, soft and stern means. It seeks to resolve some core issues of students related administrative inefficiencies and malfunctioning, by way of workshops, seminars and talks to educate them on the procedures to be adopted. Remember ‘TO KNOW’ is a duty rather than a right.

The inspiration to form ‘AWAZ’ was gathered from the encouraging words of Ms. Kiran Bedi and Magasaysay Award winner Mr. Arvind Kejriwal in the talk organised by ‘JOSH’, a voluntary organization working on RTI rights in Delhi and all over the country.

We, a bunch of few like minded students formed AWAZ, to give some kindda concrete shape to our flowing ideas. At AWAZ, we filed RTI applications ( managed around 50 or more), organized workshop ( quite low turn-up), seminar ( hall full of listeners along with lot of faculty members) and also conducted an application writing contest( though not very successful, but we had 2 winners!). At the end of the first session of AWAZ, we came up with a journal called THE AWAZ TIMES ( …..me being the broken editor), the reviews on which I happened to miss due to it being our preparatory leave……but heard a lotta good things about it…(not boastin!..). Wish a good luck to our successors( as I can say) to carry the movement forward.


http://www.orkut.com/Community.aspx?cmm=22822059

http://groups.yahoo.com/group/awaz4you

A day at Chandani Chawk.........

The other day while walking on the clumsy streets of Chandani Chawk in Delhi, struggling hard to watch every next step of mine, with my mom, I saw a very colourful procession passing on the roads consisting of jhankis of almost all different forms of GOD that Indian’s worship. There was Shri Ram with his brother Laxman and wife Sita mata along with the sankat morchan Shri Hanuman on one; Shankar bhagwan in his tiger skin robe looking very angry on the other; Saraswati mata with her veena on the third one; Ganapati ji with a plate full of ladoos by his side on yet another and many more. It had a number of people obviously choking the already all-time crowded streets of Chandani Chawk, singing and dancing away to glory on the tunes one often get to listen on so called ‘holy’ TV channels anytime of the day you happen to stop while daily channel surfing. It took me some time to sink into what was going on. We asked the vendor at the sweet shop where we stopped to buy my dad’s favourite kachoris that if it was some festival today which we omitted to know due to it not being a declared holiday. But we gathered that it was a yearly ritual of the residents and shop owners there to carry out such a procession. We stopped for a couple of minutes to have a look and folding our hands every now and then whenever we got a glace from the heavenly dressed followers of the God’s they were representing. Moving on, on my whole shopping excursion with mom, I was thinking about the varying cultures ‘India’ possesses obviously inspired by the very colourful procession I just passed through. People with no means at all, were also participants to the procession enjoying and humming songs of the Al Mighty. Though, I wanted to get out of the place as soon as I could, I admit, but the striking pleasure on everybody’s faces was worth watching, which made me quite enjoy my trip that day.

Having done my schooling from Presentation Convent, located at Darya Ganj, nearby, I always developed a fascination for the whole area. Not because of the hang outs around (they weren’t any) but because of blend of culture the place depicts. My school was run by a Christian Missionary which had adopted a couple of slums nearby and conducted evening classes for all the children there. We also had a beautiful Chapel in our school campus which made it all the more sacred. Just close to the great Red Fort is one of the country’s oldest mazjid’s, the jama mazjid which was run under the care of father one of my then class mates (a Muslim-in Christian school-again striking). Coming back to the place, the shops and other businesses at old Delhi were owned mainly by Hindus. One can also see the very old lal mandir of Jain community with a charity bird hospital in its premises running from years. Along side is another very old gauri Shankar mandir. Moving further is the shish ganj gurudwara of the Sikhs. I find it all beautifully striking that the area of old Delhi depict so many cultures at such a loud combination which is almost impossible to overlook. It not being a very posh area or a tourist attraction of Delhi as to say, but a delight for Delhite like me for sure. Though almost every place in Delhi (or anywhere in India) is inhabited by people from all sects but Chandani Chawk is worth a special mention. So I did.

My promotion from ‘student’ to ‘unemployed’…..

Always making fun of myself, after completing my L.L.B from the University of Delhi, I said this to everyone that now I’m proudly adding to the ever increasing unemployed population of my country. Though I was not doing so out of my frustration of sitting at home while few of my like – calibre friends started working but enjoying the temporary elevation (as I’m not planning to leave my studies so early) I was experiencing. Funny as it seems, but the phase is a very difficult one. On one hand there is enthusiasm & excitement to step into the ‘real outer world’ as they say with a professional outlook about everything in life while on the other there is unhappiness about the end of ever glowing & competing college life which is never going to return. College ‘o’ college….. lets see where do i end up.....