STORIES THAT TOUCH YOUR SOUL

'What is in the mess for tea?' Shamil asked. 'Biscuit'. I saw his face turning sad. 'What should we do?' Seeing me unanswered he said with a bit of excitement. ' Gafoor is the only option.' I knew he would say that. Smiling back I added. 'Set'. It was a day in between Ramzan in my school. We were not allowed to fast. The authorities strictly checked whether students were fasting. Even I was once caught staying back at hostel at lunch time, and I was strictly told to have food. So we had to keep our own ways to fast. We used to save the food we get at tea time. So if the tea was not satisfactory we had to choose another option. We would go to the shop outside and get something at the time. As the authorities were really strict and they didn't let anyone go outside the school without permission. It was for sure that the permission won't be granted. So we had created many outlets on the compound wall. We were in good terms with a shop keep...

The recent incident of Bush and the shoe has made a great impact on the public. Many designers got a chance to develop their skill and make games based on this. The protest against Bush and America was reflected in this incident. The hits that each game received is the proof that people hated him so much.

I reached the College Office at 1 pm. There was a big queue. Amal was outside the office just killing his time. I joined him to see the beauty of my college from the first floor of the main building. I understood it was late for my exam. I went in front of the queue and asked for my hall ticket. ‘ I have my exam at 1:30. Make it fast.’ The clerk searched for my hall ticket in his bundle and couldn’t find my name. He tried once more confirming the name and number. But there wasn’t mine. I felt really angry and was about to shout at him. Suddenly Vipin pulled me from back and said. ‘ I didn’t find your number on the exam hall.’ Now I was little confused. I went to the hall and found that my number was not there. I didn’t knew whet was the solution at this 11 th hour. I said Vipin to go and write the paper. I rest on the step for a few minutes about the solution. I knew that if I try to contact the exam cell and enquire I can write the exam. But its already late and the whole procedure w...

' How was the program?' I asked Sreehari. ' The participation was much lower than expected. Just the lunch, and a game. ' He stopped with these words. Today was our Annual Alumni Day at school. I wanted to attend the function. But my busy exam schedule made me cancel it. I have an exam tomorrow and if I attend the function I will not reach for the exam in time. Another thing that happened for the decrease in participation was the date announcement. The date was just the starting of this week. So many who wanted to attended had to try for tickets and couldn't. I think the Alumni Committee didn't work efficiently this time. I often missed that campus which I had spent day and night for about 7 years. But whenever I try to attend the Alumni day function, somehow I will get engaged in some sort of business. This is the 4 th alumni day after I became an Alumni. I couldn’t even attend a single of it. Sreehari who is still a resident in the campus, since he is ...

My mobile was ringing intentionally to disturb my sleep. I checked my watch to know the time. 4:15pm. Murmuring and blaming the person who disturbed my sleep, I attended the call. It was Anoob. ' Where are you? Come fast '. I didn't had the idea what he was saying. So I asked him. ' Where are we going ?' He replied angrily 'Its too late. CPP tuition.' and disconnected. I checked my watch once again. As the last session in college was free I had slipped in to a sleep which made me even forget about the class. I rushed giving a sudden make up. When I had to learn C++ in the third semester of my B.Tech career I was really dedicated to it. I joined a tuition and tried my maximum to attend the classes. But I couldn't complete the course and thus I made it a back paper. When I made a second attempt to get that paper, once more the same interest in softwares came to my mind. I cleared the paper and also started a basic session of html and java. That too ended ...

'You must stand in a line according to the order of your rank.' A fat young man with a specs started giving instructions. He wore specs but never looked through it. It laid at the edge of his nose. We were waiting for the Kerala Entrance counseling. The allotment was in the basis of rank. The counseling was a really another entrance test. We had to wait for a long time to have our turn. The man continued with his instructions and at last we were in. Clearing the formalities on the certificates we were said to sit according to rank. I knew only Ajesh who sat two rows in front of me. I had done the entrance coaching with him. Suddenly we were instructed to mark the required choices on the form provided. A blue screen was in front of us which updated the seat availability. I was a bit confused although I had well prepared about choosing the college and course. For confirmation I peeped in to the form of the guy who sat next to me. He had easily marked three options and sat highly ...

Can GOD have birth? October 30,1960. A god was born on this date. Diego Armando Maradona. A player who was the only force for a team to be on the winning side. When he joined the national team itself he realized that the country strongly depended on him. But to prove these feelings he had to go through one of the worst shocks: not taking part in World Cup ‘78, that on top was going to take place in Argentina. He cried with no consolation, as if someone had died. He then promised his parents, his girlfriend and friends that he would win every single trophy in the world and would bring them home. Last day Maradona was here in India. He proved himself as the god by making a crowd of lakhs on Kolkata. People still believe this man as a mystery, as a god, not only in Argentina but in the whole world. He had his own problems and it has ruined his life at some stages. The drug addiction, the uncontrollable anger and more. But at Kolkata he was really diff...

DEC 6, 1992 The date made its sixteenth anniversary, but the importance of this day is much a part of Indian culture. This was the day when Babri Masjid, a mosque built in the 16th century was destroyed by fundamentalists. I still have some fading memories of the day. I was only 6 and a half years old then. Muslim blood was injected in me, and so I was really thinking like my parents did. I saw the pictures. I was continuously thinking why this act had taken place. I remember many in my locality who had kept red face for it. They were seeing the demolishing of the monument right in front of their face by thousands. I often thought about the involvement of Politics and Religion in personal life. I think Babri Masjid is the best example for it. This incident will be remembered in Indian history . However stupid it may be, the Babri problem will remain a central issue of Indian politics for a long, long time . Let everything stop by this. Try our best to make these people think in t...

The game was in good progress. We had started to create a formation for making the goal. Each player had started to mark a player at the opponent and it made the game more interesting. It was just a 12 year herd playing a time pass football match. The ground was really tough for us to cop up with, the contour was fluctuating for the full length. The match was interrupted suddenly and I saw Arif and Ajith flooding to the right corner of the ground. I shouted at them and asked to get back in to the match. We got hardly an hour a day for games in the busy schedule of Navodaya,my school. I understood they were running a bit seriously, and i joined them. I saw someone sitting on the steps laying the head on to the lap. Afsal was standing right next to him. He was consoling him. As I advanced to the spot I could identify that it was Sadique and found he was crying. A millions of conclusions came to my mind. May be he might not be well, or he might had heard a bad news from his parents, even ...

Next train is at 2:40 pm. The man at the enquiry counter said. I looked at my watch. Another two hours more. Imperceptibly he added. There is a passenger train at 1:15 pm from the second platform. I was relieved hearing him, and I went back to the waiting room to join Alex. We shifted to 2nd platform taking our belong with us. We were on our way back to college after attending a marriage at Kottayam. The train came within 10 minutes and we got a seat next to the window. There was no rush in the compartment. Alex was a bit tired and he climbed on to the berth to get some sleep. I sat lonely watching the passengers at the platform. Actually I my eyes searching for some college beauties. The platform was really busy although the it was the peek of the noon. A cool breeze came seldom to get rid of the hot climate. I was sleepy and so I was resting my head on to the window frame. I don't remember when I fell in to the sleep. I looked at my watch to check the time. I have slept for alm...

Mother interrupted my dream early in the morning. She told me "its 5:30". I checked my mobile to confirm that she was not lying. Unwillingly I rose from my bed. I brushed leaning to the wall. Thinking about bathing was more worse. Mother had reminded me that water was too cool. Somehow I adjusted with that water. lost the sleepy face only after the bath. I was too tired and wanted to sleep a bit longer after watching Chelsea's victory late up to 12:30. By the time I finished my shower mother had my breakfast ready. I felt sad for my mother for making her wake up so early and making my breakfast. She always had a hard life, waking up early and when the breakfast work was over she had to run for work and after the tiresome classes again back to the household works. Whenever I was at home I have only seen her resting on Sundays and other holidays. And when she had to face some minor health probems she might have suffered worse on working so hard for us. May be this is the ca...

This comes to be my 50th post in my blog. I am a user since 11 months. I was really interested in it when I started and created the account. Like everyone else my interest faded and I almost quitted for 5 months. Now back on the field consistenty with more and more incidents to be delivered as post. Many have inspired me. I would like to thank Sadique who had helped me deliberately at different stages. I am really thankful to the comments and suggestions. I could improve my language a little bit. I am happy whenever I see that someone has visited my homepage. Everything I had posted till date are incidents which had happened in my life. By any means I didn't wanted to hurt feelings of anyone in my blog. Again thanking many friends who were unintentionally a part of the growth of my inspirations.

Orkut has made an oppurtunity for the friends to meet. We can find friends from our past, whom we thought we will never meet. Al though the distances seperate we can meet and chat through the net. When the community JNVM 10th Batch 'Classmates' started I thought it will be like a normal orkut community with just the name. But as the members increased, discussions also started and thus it showed the momentum. The community became active and it happened that there were frequent posts in it. Al most all the members joined. The discussions include the nostalgic moments, some valuations about the teachers, and as usual an attendance thread. At least people tried to make a scribb on the attendance whenever they are online. Many unrevealed secrets where unwrapped in the community. Somehow its much better than other short membered communities. There are different discussions according taste of each member. Sports, politics, movies and more. There will be quite open discussions and no ...

Nikhil's smash fled in over the net. Shyam who was the setter tried for the block. But the ball was too fast that it deflected from his hand. Shamil played the first ball for praveesh to set. Shyam had the smash then. It was so perfectly timed that it landed in the first court itself. Long whistle blew announcing that Udaigiri was the champions of volleyball tournament. The cheers and blessings came next. We had a great night that day discussing about the match. The certificates were issued two days later. Mine was right on top of the bundle, with a note of captain. I was totally amazed seeing that certificate. I didn't even play a single match. What happened was that some one had given my name to the list including the substitution. So I got a certificate and since randomly mine got on top I was assigned the captain. Although I didn't deserve that prize, I boasted about the same with my friends. Still I have that captaincy certificate among my school records.

As I stepped on to the campus one of the things that struck my eyes were the vegetation near the roads. Campus named itself as the 'Pancharakadu'. But these trees are a relevant part of the beauty of the campus. Like the poets say these trees might have many stories to share with. They might have been a eye witness of many milestones of the college. It is really relaxing to sit under these trees.The floor is so comfortable to sit that the fallen leaves has heaped to cushion bed. The breeze and the rustling sound of the leaves make the comfort even better. That may be the prime reason for which couples enjoy their free time under these trees and it got the so called name. Another important information I could gather was that it is a high speed Wifi zone. Moreover the Ladies Hostel is just beside this area. So the evenings are often busy with birds. But the college is not taking much care of this green beauty. Many trees have fallen in the recent past. One side of it has turned...

Friend, advisor, guardian, and primarily a Physics Teacher. That is how my favourite teacher can be defined. I said he is not just a teacher, since he was different from other faculty members in that institution. In a boarding school like Navodaya were life was like a hell with boundaries K R Prasad whom we call Dinkan was a source of light. As a teacher he had the best dedication I could ever see. He would take his classes perfectly and would provide notes in his own writings to everyone. He would take the xerox of it and then distribute among us. He was a person whom we could approach at any time saying anything in personal. He was too close to us that he knew everything going on in that campus. I am sure these were the reasons that made one of my friends express his first love in front of him. He scolded us if we went wrong. Guided us when we felt weak. Inspired us by being different. When my academic career gets to an end I will find his name on the top among my teachers.

One of the worst thing that most of the students hate will be the monday mornings. After the weekend holidays the classes will start again. Mother will disturb the morning dream. The water would be colder than ever. It was not different with me too. In navodayan life it was really critical. The schedule started with a Physical Training at 5:30 am. In most of the mondays I would try to hide myself under my bedsheet. When my friends try to wake me up, I would make them convince that I am sick. It worked at some priliminary stages, and later they never left me on bed. When we reach the training many of us will be late, and the punishment will be the next burden. Still I think I suffer a bit of that monday fever. 

After the roll call I was back under the statue. It was like a daily routine that I sat under it with two of my seniors Riyadh and Anoop. We would sit there spending some time chatting. There will be different topics everyday. It can be a movie, the classes, or a person we may be discussing upon. Those meetings even revealed many affairs of different students staying along with us. Riyadh and Anoop also had affairs and they shared it with me. On the previous day of their final exam we have had the same meeting. But it was tough to have that time. I could see tears in their eyes. I could realize the pain of seperation. After my schooling I often called them since I felt they were like my batchmates. They were some of the seniors who had lead me at some stages of my life and though I pay my gratitude.

After a long break college was back with programs. When permission to conduct Sargam was granted it was a bunch a bunch of students who took the responsibility of a program which they have never seen. It was their hard work that made a 2 day cultural extravaganza on the campus. The college was gloomy when there were no programs. Sargam gave a nice break for the college routine. There was real variety of programs with much quality. Some showed talents but the lack of preparation was visible. The demo items also got enough appreciation from the audience. I not here to evaluate the programs, the panel of judges had done that work perfectly. For the first year students it was their first program on college. They didn't waste their chance of participation. The voices of hail were though dull. When the events concluded the authorities expressed their gratitude towards the success of the program. Furthermore principal finished her words with the assurance of more programs on the campus....

October 26. Many say it is a black day for Chelsea FC. After 90 minutes of struggle, the team lost 1-0 at home. It had been 164 weeks, 1146 days, 4 years and 8 months since we lost a match at home. And when this record ended there were tears, there had to be. After all, no club in the world can boast of having not lost at home in 4 and half years. But was it so bad to have this record? Hurling abuses at the manager, calling our players no good. Is this what they deserve after having worked their socks off to defend this record? I don't think so. They are winners, they don't deserve to be jeered and booed after going 86 matches unbeaten at home in the League, at least not by their own fans. Many hearts might have broken, but when you look at the positive side you know there's only good things to come. We don't have to play with an extra load of defending our turf when we play at home the next time. We'll play the beautiful game, simply beautifully. 

14 days...14 candidates...3000 students...These were the numbers of target. The days of election was one of the most memorable incidents of life. After the date of election was declared we had 14 days for campaigning 3000 students in a 14 member SFI panel. On campaigning we had to showcase the 14 and to prove their qualifications. I was in first year at that time. So most of the work was meant for us. We worked day and night sticking posters, banners and writings. The main problem arose when the opposition was trying to irritate us by spreading bad roumers about the party. Then we had to go for the contradictions and thus show the strength. It was a period of struggle and our efforts were well answered. I can't erase the memory of that election and its struggle.

'Which movie?' Lijin asked. After clicking pause I responded in excitement 'Notting Hill. So far good.' He joined me with the movie. After the movie ended we started to discuss about it. I was sure it was the best I have ever seen. We suggested all our friends to see it. It was quite randomly I played that movie on my PC. It gave a very different approach of life. The dialogues at each instances were praise-worthy. Each character was presented interestingly with a unique importance. I must say that it is a must-see movie and my favourite

I was frequently gazing at my watch while I was writing my last exam before Onam holidays. I was in a hurry and much excited that I couldn't write the exam well. I saw my friends leaving the hall. Sajesh who was sitting right in front of me also finished. Now I was in a hurry and I didn't even write the last answer properly. Anjana who was the class leader then was collecting the answer sheets and she was staying back till all left the hall. Sajesh kept his paper in the bundle and then turned to Anjana and said 'Happy Onam'. She smiled as he left the hall. Next was my chance and I also repeated the same and got the same complement as that of Sajesh. When I left the hall I understood what I had done. Sajesh bidded her since he had a slight complexion for her. He wanted to express it by bidding her. so my bidding would have made his words insignificant. I was very sorry for him. When I met him from the hostel, he was angry and he didn't knew what to do. Shamil heard...

How can I know each and every incident in my life. I was quite concerned about it when I was at school. So I started writing diary. For the first week I wrote pages about different incidents. I even wrote the menu of my food. Later I found that it was difficult to maintain like that. So I did shorten it with only important incidents. That too diminished and the writing became monthly including the series of incidents. At last I quitted almost fully by the end of my schooling. When I went through the pages of it, I was nostalgic. I knew I couldn't continue writing pages. In this blog I can post my life and I can read so that I can remind my past.

Sreenath had called me the previous night. I was very eager to meet him. But I was really in confusion. How can I identify him? I am meeting him for the first time. Sreehari was the link between me and Sreenath. They were both in the same college. Sreehari often told me about Sreenath and thus I happened to know more about him. Later I started to call him, and thus we became good friends. But we didn't get a chance to meet each other. Sreehari told me that there was a cultural event named Diksha being organized in their campus. I felt it was the chance to meet Sreenath. I reached the college by 10:30 in the morning. Sreehari was waiting for me in the bus stop. We went together to the stage. Among the faces gathered around the stage I was helpless to find Sreenath among them. Suddenly someone hit my back and asked me. 'Shafeeq! when did you arrive?' I replied. 'Sreenath??' After seeing him nod I added. 'Just now!' I was actually making a complete look at hi...

Perinthalmanna Town is a highly competitive place for the small scale sellers. There would be different kinds of goods with them. They make a big effort for convincing the quality of their product. It was really annoying for me hearing their noise and I never minded these people. But gradually one of them took a position in my mind. It was the newspaper boy who sold evening newspaper. The boy has a very peculiar voice. His sound makes him noticed. He shouts so loud that everyone can perfectly hear what he is saying. He seemed to be well built up for that particular job. The most strange thing about the boy is the way he sells the paper. He shouts the main news in the news paper. The way he express and the points he stress. People get easily attracted by his words and will be in a hurry to read the rest news. But when we read the news it finds to be a normal news. Anyway he knows the importance of that news. 

As usual I started my day with the alarm!!! My room mate said with a remark that its just 10 minutes for 9. With my daily experience I could manage to do my routines with in 15 minutes. In between I didn't forget to enquire about the first hour, and look for my clothings. Its 10 past 9.  I took a book from the nearby room and took my belt and mobile in my hand. As Mens Hostel  gate passed, I was perfectly ready with the final works on my hair. I just noticed one of my classmate, Safdar just 10 meters ahead of me. I rushed a little to join him happily that if teacher scolds, I do have a company.. We just passed computer science department. Suddenly my mobile notified. Its a message. I told thanks to that message for making me remind that my mobile was not in silent mode. On seeing the message I stopped.  Safdar was angry and told me to come soon. I could only say him to proceed and that I was not coming. He asked me why??? One of my schoolfriend died. It wa...

Sunday is a relaxation in the Navodayan Schedule. We will be happy to get a holiday and there will be a movie in the evening. Anoop and I had the tea and was about to go to the auditorium for the movie. Bijesh, my cot mate was outside the canteen. Anoop and Bijesh were in the same batch and I was two years junior to them. But we never showed it outside. We were together always and I was like a member of their age. It was the privilege I got just because of my cousin, Shanooj who was in their batch. When Anoop said about going for the movie, Bijesh asked which was the movie. Soon I answered 'Bichoo'. Bijesh struck hard on my shoulder with his hand hearing my words. It was really painful. Without a word he left. First I didn't understand why he hit me. But I remembered soon that it was his nick name, and he didn't like him to be called so. I didn't knew what to do. He was really angry. Anoop told me that he will be alright soon. When I returned back to hostel I trie...

Assignments were the biggest burden of our Navodayan vacations. Some assignments were boring and we often did in a rush. The assignments included written works, charts, presentations etc. Often my father helped me to do most of the works. Once I had to present charts on different political leaders. I had to choose two. One was Sir Syed Ahmed Khan and the other was Shri. Atal Bihari Vajpayee. While preparing for Ahmed Khan, my father helped me by collecting many pictures and important references. So the work became simpler and I could complete that chart with a professional touch. It had 4 pictures of the great historian and also was made colorful with borders and words. I was sure the 60% of its credit was for my father. The next day I started with Vajpayee, Prime Minister at that time. I took the chart expecting my father's help. I went to him and said about the chart. Enquiring about the person, he started to come with me. But as I said Vajpayee, he took a pause and said. ...

Rahul stepped with his right foot as he passed the college gate. That was the first day of Rahul's college life. All new faces. He didn't knew anyone in his class except Priya, who was also his classmate in school. And so they talked each other before they made a friendship with others. They became very close friends. They spent free time chatting, watching movies and they became always together. When they reached second year, they made more friends. Rahul made some good friends in hostel. Sandeep and Manoj were some of them. And as days passed by that friendship progressed adding Sandhya from Priya's side. Actualy Sandhya was Sandeep's girlfriend. But they spent more time with the gang different to a usual love affair. Manoj was a good singer. He always sang of an imaginary girl. He often complained that although he was good looking no girl would turn to him. Once Sandeep said Rahul to propose Priya, so that he can keep her always with him. It was from hostel and Rah...

It was Monish who planned to rent a room for the study leave. After searching many lodges near by the college, we could find a room vacant in Manasanthi Lodge, Sreekariyam. It was a small room, but we could manage to stay. After paying the advance we left. The next day we shifted our clothes and others items to the lodge. We had a brief plan about the preparation for the exam. Anoob also joined us. He had actually joined us after 2 days. So we were 3 in a narrow room. We started well laying the books on the table and making a time table and so on. We went to library and collected the references. Thus the study leave started on an entirely different atmosphere from that of hostel. The place was really peaceful. But the fact was that the persons can never change. We couldn't wait much longer. The usual chats started here too. We took a room and were often at the hostel. After 2 weeks Monish understood the situation. Even if we were in the room we would be simply sit and chat. Monis...

The only strength when my parents left leaving me on the first day of my Navodaya school life was the presence of my cousin on that campus. I was sure that he would be there to help me at my every needs. He would act like a responsible brother to me. It was the only reason why I chose the same hostel as that of his. Shanooj was 2 years senior to me. He understood me the rules and regulations in the campus including the way of approach to seniors. I was really happy for having him. He helped me the whole day in arranging the room and my belongings. It was the time I really needed some attention. I felt it as my luck, since my friends were not guided by anyone. But things started to change day by day. Shanooj came to me for all his needs like money and other basic needs. I couldn't deny him after all he is my cousin. As I was young at that stage I felt very bad of him. I even told my parents about him. But they didn't really take care of it. I felt very sad. I couldn't allo...

As the call for prayer came from the city mosque, Fasla covered her head with the scarf which was misplaced to her shoulder. Seeing this I smiled and asked ' Do you remember Allah only when you hear the call for prayer? ' She smiled and confirmed that the scarf was on her head. Fasla was sitting diagonally just in front of my seat. We were in the same class for Entrance Coaching at Science Institute, Manjeri. We were 30 students in it with two girls. As Ummer sir's maths class completed it was time for us to leave. I was staying in the Science Institute hostel. Sreehari and I came out of the class. He left home bidding me good bye. No one was in my hostel from my class. So I was about to leave. Suddenly I heard someone calling me. I turned back and saw Fasla with Jisha. Fasla asked ' Are you to hostel ?'. I said Yes. ' Can you do me a favour? '. She said. I said her to speak out. ' Can you give me a company till my hostel? I am afraid to go alone. Daily...

The ticket was not confirmed. I went to the TTE and enquired. He took my ticket and checked the new list. ' 62 '. He said even without looking at my face. I was happy to get the berth. Taking my bag I went to my berth. I was on my way home from my college for my cousin's marriage. As the date was fixed very late, I could book the ticket only a week before the date. It was the train from Trivandrum to Mangalore boarding at 8:40 pm. I kept my bag on my berth and sat on the lower berth. I looked the time. 8:20 pm. 20 minutes more. I moved to the window to see the platform and the busy people walking on it. Suddenly a man came and kept his bag on the seat. It seemed like his berth. When I just stood he said me smiling to sit there. He was a tall man well built. After keeping his belongings safe he sat near me. ' Where are you going? ' He asked me. ' Shornur '. We had a small conversation then. I said about my college, my school, and about my place. I could le...

Reservation is over. Rahul told me after disconnecting the call from Hussain. We can sit in the First class. He added smiling. We were in Trivandrum city for the movie Jodha Akbar. It was little late and we rushed to the theatre from the bus stop. There was a big crowd outside. Anyway we managed to get our tickets and entered. We searched for back seats. But it was filled almost up to 10 rows. Suddenly Rahul pointed me a vacant two seats. We went there. It was the 8th last row. Only after sitting I noticed that a girl was the one sitting next to me. Since she wore a t-shirt and jeans it was difficult to differentiate. Her boy friend was also with her. Rahul looked at me with a naughty smile after seeing that girl. I knew why did he smile. But I was very disturbed of that. I couldn't place my hand on the hand rest of the chair. I couldn't really see the movie because I felt the girl too had the same feeling. She also didn't place her hand. First I thought how am I going t...

I was busy searching for some pictures in google. Suddenly I heard a beep. It was from my Gmail, which I had already opened in another browser. Somebody was trying to chat with me. I opened Gmail and checked the person. It was Jayaprabha. She was my classmate when I was in Science Institute for entrance coaching. I replied for her 'Hai'. Then we chatted for about half an hour. We didn't speak a single word when we were at Institute. But here I saw her chatting like we were great friends. She said about her college, friends, home and so. She was quite excited to hear about me. I was really amazed at her. Actually I couldn't recollect this girl firstly. Later I confirmed from one of my classmate. I appreciated that girl for her friendship. I never thought I could find a friend like her whom i had just seen about a year. When I am loosing most of my true friends, I felt comfortable gaining a new friend. 

What to say about a person whom you respect without anyones force? What to write if I say I like to follow his life style? How to start if he is always in my mind? I don't know why Shameer became a hero in my mind. Maybe his approach to certain things. His way of handling people. His life style. Shameer was in 8th standard when joined in 6th. That means two years of seniority. As he was in the same batch of my cousin, Shanooj we happened to together in many occasions. But I started noticing him only at the last period of their school life. We were in the same dometry with my batchmates. As I was in 10th, our classes completed soon and it was study leave. I never liked to wake up early morning. Shameer who was then in 12th was also busy with study leave. He used to wake me up every morning, and I would lie there itself covering my blanket. Seeing this he would get angry and will beat me with a stick, which he used to keep near his cot. Now I would fled up from my bed fearing his be...

"Today I am thinking about the special ways you have made my life better. You are a gift to me and thank you for being you. HAPPY VALENTINES DAY". It was a valentines day message from Nizam. A usual forwarded message. I just thought that way. But After sometime I started thinking about the importance of the day. Everyone in this world is aware of this particular day. Those who love or not, its special. Some may be simply hating the day. But if a girl or a boy approach her with an affair in actual won't he\she change mind. So all are expecting someone to come infront and express the love. The day is only an occasion where he\she expect the most. Feb14th. Why did it get selected as the special day. St. Valentine, a Roman who was martyred for refusing to give up Christianity. He died on February 14, 269 A.D., the same day that had been devoted to love lotteries. St.Valentine left a farewell note for the jailer's daughter, who had become his friend, and signed it "...

Yesterday I went to bath in the pond near by. I was learning the primary lessons of swimming. Hussain was my teacher. After about an hour I understood the basic trick and could move a distance up to 10 metres. I was very happy and gained my confidence and thought I could swim without others help. There were Alex and Aseem too having classes from Hussain. I was swimming along the steps at the boundary of the pond. My confidence made me swim more. But suddenly I felt like my muscle stiffening. I couldn't move my left leg. It made me sink in to the depth. I couldn't call for help. The pond was almost 2 metres deep. I tried to wave my hand. When my eyes rose just above the water level, I checked whether my friends were seeing me. They were all in their own world. I knew I was in danger. With all my strength I lifted myself and started swimming. At first I couldn't move. But I tried harder. My leg was still paining. I was about a metre away from the step. I waved my hands and p...

Assignments were the biggest burden of our Navodayan vacasions. Some assignments were boring and we often did in a rush. The assignments included written works, charts, presentations etc. Often my father helped me to do most of the works. Once I had to present charts on different political leaders. I had to choose two. One was Sir Syed Ahmed Khan and the other was Shri. Atal Bihari Vajpayee. While preparing for Ahmed Khan, my father helped me by collecting many pictures and important references. So the work became simpler and I could complete that chart with a professional touch. It had 4 pictures of the great historian and also was made colourful with borders and words. I was sure the 60% of its credit was for my father. The next day I started with Vajpayee, Prime Minister at that time. I took the chart expecting my father's help. I went to him and said about the chart. Enquiring about the person, he started to come with me. But as I said Vajpayee, he took a pause and said. Bet...

As I entered the class I noticed the silence. I looked around to see whether there was a teacher. All students were looking on the black board. It said. 15 more days for the 'Fatal Separation'. I joined others staring at the board. My eye started to wet. Nobody did say a word. Later I enquired and found that it was written by Praveesh. I thanked him in my mind. He was true. Now only 15 more days to go. After that we would complete our +2 and will have to loose these friends. Any way the words strked my mind. The fate cannot be accessed. I never want to forget about it. Thanks to Praveesh for his words. everything in nature will have some fate..

I was in 9th standard. I used to play football with my friends in school ground. Almost all of us were barefooted and often get wounded. During those days my cousin, Shanooj who was in 11th gave me his boots to play. It was a used one. Actually it was now tight for his legs. I was very happy with the new boots. It was pride for me to play with my friends wearing boots. I played for almost two weeks. One day i had to complete some of my assignments and couldn't join my friends for the game. Seeing this Govind, my classmate came to me asking for my boots. As it was so precious to me I didn't had the mind to give him. But Govind was a very close friend to me and I didn't want to make him unhappy. I gave the boots with an unpleasant heart. He left with them happily. After the game Govind returned the boots. I just checked them and saw the right one torn. The stitch had broken and it was really exposed out. I was very angry and asked him to stitch it. He said that it was already...

MH was really a great place in my dreams. Two weeks passed since I had got in to the college. I had only heard about MH and its inmates. Hearing more and more made me love MH more and more. I was staying in IC, a nearby hostel from college. As the list was not published I couldn't get in to Men's Hostel. My classmates who were already in MH said much about it. I was eager to be in MH and didn't had even got a chance to see it. Hearing about scolding from seniors made me and my friends away from seeing MH. The new list for MH was published. Sadiq, who had also wished like me got in to list. He was ready to go and packed his things next day itself. It was a nice oppurtunity for us. We planned to go to MH accompanying Sadiq when he shifts his belongings. With a bag in my hand I moved with Sadiq. Safdar and Monish was also with me. Safdar was already an inmate of MH. We were discussing about what is going to happen. Sadiq instructed monish and me to leave when we reached at the...

I was lying on the bed trying to make a sleep. Time is 11:30 pm. Still I can't. I had switched off the light in my room and only the dining hall was lit. My parents were sitting there waiting for a phone call. They were waiting for my 10th class result. Ishaque told me that the results will be out tonight. As it was a CBSE school the results won't be published in the news paper. So we had to chose internet as the media. During that period internet had not made its effect on the society. A very few had heard about it and a few had used it. I didn't knew how to look for the result. When my father went to the street, he found one of my primary school teacher, Muneer. While talking to him he also included a topic upon me. When my father told I was waiting for the result and couldn't find it, Muneer sir told he would help out. After giving him the roll number father returned home. Then my mother and father started waiting near the phone. I couldn't sit with them. I was...