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With elections approaching in a couple of months every sector of social life has kept its fingers crossed and waiting to react upon the consequence of the elections Among students and youth politics have already started dominating the canteen conversations and text messages. The careless wala remark "I dont care politics" is not a cool statement anymore. With virtual heated argument going on over whatsapp, facebook and twitter about which politician is better than whom. Much of the youth is waiting to get their index finger inked as a proof of ballot participation. There  are a lot of expectations from the hot blooded youngsters about the selection of a better idealistic politician unbiased with the present polarisation and also because they comprise the major portion of the population. People should realize the fact that for a succesful democracy good participation of voting is required which in turn depends upon an inner driving force present in each and every induv...

There are many things which mankind is unaware of. Some stories which are not discussed in the history perhaps because they were infamous and not known to the people of its own time. One such story is of Surya and Meenakshi. Long ago in the year of 1896 there lived a girl 16 years old with the name Meenakshi, beautiful and adorable. Her education was discontinued at an earlier age as the attitude of people of that time remained. But she was fortunate enough to at least study till initial girls gurukul schooling. She was beautiful, elegant with thick long braided hair almost touching her knees, fair complexion, and big eyes resembling lotus petals, sharp nose and sweet voice. She had all qualities required for a beautiful Indian bride pre-installed in her. Her life went on smoothly with no complaints and no regrets, happily swaying away with the tune of fate and destiny. She used to giggle and have fun with her friends (girls). She was not allowed to talk to boys except for her fath...

Round big eyes-filled with tears, Beautiful palms-bruises and wears, Quick long legs-can walk no more, Thoughtful & advisory lips – which talk no more, A womb of a mother is stamped by a shoe, Will you do that if the one inside would be you? Many dreams about future and many ideas for life, All stabbed to death by mankind with a bloodsucking knife, Begging for help-begging for justice-begging for love, Begging for the allowance to live and be happy-otherwise death will be the only move, Pain- blood- tears experienced to the extremes, Waiting with a hope of help at least from a few means. It started with infanticide at younger level......then it was early marriage.....then came dowry harassment......then it is gang rapes.....the ultimate sufferers of all social evils are women.  A women who plays an effective and beautiful roles as a mother, a sister, a daughter, a wife and many such are put to all such sufferings. “ If a flower knew that it would ...

Sometimes your silly little ego may cost you  so much ......... Perhaps so much that you cant repair it back........ i am a living example..... my friend ......a childhood friend named Mohit was a kind of besttie....a good friend who was always there for me. we studied in the same class . he always depended on my notes.......he never listened to any lectures nor made any notes except for chemistry.....because right from his 7th grade he was in deep  love with chemistry mam -a beautiful young lady in her 20's.........the element named 'sense of humor' overflowed in him......i enjoyed speaking to him.....the atmosphere around him was always one out of fun and laughter ...... He had a  kind of medicine installed in him......the medicine to make anyone smile....let it be the saddest person on earth or the Hitler himself..!!!....after we completed our 10th grade he went away to another city with his parents and i remained as a day boarder in my own town........days passed by....

She was happily walking with her friend....talking...giggling.....many dreams about the future......many ideas for life......they both boarded the bus to reach back to their respective sweet homes...... SHIT!!!....OMG!! They boarded the wrong bus......this mistake changed their lives....especially hers... perhaps ended it..... She was hit ,raped,tortured like hell and finally thrown out of the moving bus on the roads late night...                       She cried,moaned out of pain,eyes open searching for help.......above the bloodsucking earth and below the dark sky........eyes still searching for help desperately......could hear the sound of horns blown..... could see the flash of vehicles passing by......but could not feel the freshness of night.....the only feeling which arouse was pain........no one bothered about.....she doubted her own existence...... pain ,anger, anguish, fear, all emerged from her in form of blood ...

I FALL...I RISE.... I LAUGH .....I CRY..... I LOSE......I GAIN..... I MOAN.....I GIGGLE.... I FALL......I STAND..... I HATE.....I LOVE..... I CURSE......I BLESS.... I GET DISHEARTENED ......I HOPE..... A HOPE FOR BETTER TOMORROW ..... A HOPE FOR A BETTER CAUSE TO LIVE LONGER...... WISH U ALL A HAPPY NEW YEAR!!

I dont know to what extent movies inspire or influence others. But honestly speaking i m greatly influenced motivated by that stuff........after watching 'CHAKDE INDIA' i felt like becoming a player in any of the numerous game possible and rule over the great players of the nation......After watching the telugu movie 'LEADER' i felt like entering the politics and discarding all the foul politicians from Indian constituencies who dare to judge the fate of the people ........like wise i have actually thought of becoming a dancer....a singer....an IPS.....hah...... silly (to the peaks).....I realize that a movie has influenced me, when i get goosebumps all over me.....and that whole day i keep reminding myself of those scenes........The list of my dreams and ambitions are never going to end for many movies to come still....:P...Hope i make at least one my fantasies and dreams come true.......

From the 1st day you stepped on earth, from the very second after your birth, with the moist mesmerizing eyes, with the beautiful tunes of your little cries, u grabbed the love of everyone and made my life a great fun, the first time i touched your tender skin goosebumps popped on, for i have got a sweetest kin, though u never showed love on me in a direct way, but u showered a lot in the indirect way ,for me to say, such a sweet relation a brother and sister can ever have, in the childhood the elder sister serves the brother n protects him through out, next comes the turn of the younger brother who will serve her no doubt, when my thoughts roll down through the lane of memories, my heart rejoices for all my fears and tears to seize i miss all your sweet giggles and innocent laughter, which i wanna listen to every moment here after, i miss your chubby cheeks and you are worlds sweetest streak, i miss your big eyes so large and clear, for as ...

My car stopped by, at the traffic signal point.....he knocked at the glass pane of the car..... i opened it to see a boy of about 10 years staring at me with a months old baby in hand expecting the so called money ..(the element which draws a very narrow gap between the rich and the poor.........between a palace and a slum.......and sometimes between life and death..!!)...no parents to look upon them....parents left them out of utter poverty but he (10 yrs old kid ) dint leave his sister(baby).....he is still protecting her.....by begging for money to feed her milk...While his innocent eyes stared at me,those of his sister were close.she was having a good siesta on the towel on which he was catching her,while he was burning in hot sun of midday India ......he was almost dancing as he stood on a hot tar road bare footed......the heat of his body was compensated by the cool and pleasant breathe of his sister.hope she never grows big...... at least ...

Received child prodigy award from president for extra –ordinary IQ levels.....got best singing award from A.R.Rehman...... was acting beside tom cruise in Hollywood and with prateik babbar in bollywood and along with Mahesh babu in tollywood ........became the 1 st youngest parliamentarian......was highlighted in Forbes magazine  for being the upcoming successor of  Ambani,Mittal and Bill Gates.......the whole of Burj Khalifa was gifted to me for making it my residence......i had one entire state as one of my province in the huge wealth I owned.....even the presidents of many countries competed for being graced by my presence in their countries.........velvet carpet with roses rolled wherever i stepped......the things which i touch turned gold.......and the words which slipped from my mouth turned into reality..........no one dared to call me by my name but by adding the words of grace,respect and majesty.................i guess i would also have become a superwoman just l...

many things to say and many facts to share....many ideas to correct and many angles to be rediscovered ....feeling as if the whole eternity reduced its size merely into a small ping-pong ball leaving the entire space for me to feel and flow along with.... want  to travel along and feel every microparticle  possible. Wanna laugh for even the forever-slept to be awaken by the very vibrations of my giggles and cry until my tears turn into an ocean to flood the world.......want to run faster than light and want to shout until the voices and sounds bow before me with a mark of defeat.....want to fly so high that even zenith seems too low ...... wanna feel  such a thing ,so that i never knew that i ever existed....

inside a locked dark room with no light even to find the door itself except for the window with dust covered mesh behind the grills.me  too short to see through the window.catching the dusty grills of the window and standing on toes trying to have atleast a narrow glimpse of the outside world.was able to look into the street underneath.filled with people.men and women pushing each other to make their way out.all along on both sides of the road people selling fish items.sellers yelling out for their customers.i guess its kolkata.my heart beating fast to find some one who can take me out of that darkness.toes aching like hell but with little hope in my wet eyes i continued looking out of that window.!!...........finally got someone.its my own mom and dad walking through the crowd.i shouted with lots of joy in my heart " ma i am here!! please look above towards this window..!!ma here!!....daddy this is chinnu. i know you are searching for me. please take me out of here!!" to ...

Many great people  have got many unbelievable instances in their lives that the common man cannot believe in.One such instance is the mystery in which why nobel prize which is given after the name Alfred Nobel in the fields of literature,physics and chemistry and peace  is not given  in the field of mathematics which is an highly regarded and important subject.The answer to this mystery is somewhat silly and embarrassing  as its all because his wife eloped with a mathematics professor!!!! But thats too unfair thing done to other mathematicians of the world.  Another interesting fact is about the highly intelligent german lad albert einstien who though have got extraordinary skills in science lacked some basic humanitarian strokes .One such act is when he and his girl friend  who is from hungary with name Mileva Maric had a daughter out of their wedlock in 1901.They put that baby for sale for couple of dollars . Einstien dint look a...

In country like India full of diversity there is a complete need for every citizens wish to be fulfilled by the government.It is in fact its first and foremost duty to satisfy the needs and put an end to the emergencies prevailing among the people which helped in the formation of the government .Even a tribal person who has got the nearest booth too far away and who needs to spend Rs.10 out of his triple digit monthly income does not hesitate to come all the way and casts his vote and gets his stressed hands marked with black ink with a little hope in his wet eyes on remaining part of his years to live which he believes will go good if the government helps .He hopes that though he could not have the life of an educated person who can happily live under the fan and ac inside a closed room with due respect in the society ,at least his further generations may have .His only wish is that his son and daughter should not have the same feet with...

All the things one has forgotten scream for help in dreams.    ............

 love never defined.!!! :  why  parents are so worried about even the minute problem of the child.....??...specially when the child is far away from them like me......feeling like ages since i met my parents....!! cant see their eyes filled with love for me..... cant feel the warmth of mumma's lap......cant smell the freshness of home......cant hear the sweet giggles of my brothers premature voice........cant taste the dishes made by mumma which sets my taste buds tingling down...feel like leaving this college , books, xams n wanna run away to home to find the flooding love untouched!!.....whenever such crazzy ideas scroll in my mind..... i realize that i can do nothing xcept flowing down the nigara falls through my tear glands!!....even a small news of illness dont know why creates an environment of panic all around the home...... here in college people are much worried of the work status, assignments,exams n all such __________ stuff. only ...

It is an art which demands full devotion from its artist. It is the talent with which only a few of us are blessed. The rest of us may acquire success in carrying it out, but for perfection we need to undergo harsh experiences. We need to get immune to insults in order to get to our ultimate goal -- freedom from boredom. Bunking classes is no easy task. It is the only art known to me that requires involvement of both heart and mind. One needs to have the heart to miss classes (if you are already a perfectionist you will not find it to be a problem) and an intellectual mind to help one do that. 'Bunker', as he is known to the majority of the student folk, should possess firm determination and a conscience which hardly shows up. A person of less resolve may be carried away by teachers' advice of giving up this sacred ritual. In order to bunk classes, one needs to be determined and consider attending classes as the action of cowards and losers. With this attitude, no advice, n...

My eyes fluttered as i woke. I felt so peaceful sleeping, so calm. I know that panic, fear, and worry are soon to come. Many questions are going to be asked, and I wont have answers to any of them. I know this because the same thing happened to me in that dreadful dream of mine .......records !..exams!.. assignments !..quizes!......something haunting swallowing me into its darkness!!_____________________i wish my life was a dream@krazzy

Kabhi kabhi dil chahta hai kuch asa ho jae….. Paper ho par result na aye……. Class ho par teacher na aye…… Bus me baithe par college na jaye……. Picnic jae aur vapas na aye…… Hafte me 3 din ho or fir Sunday aye……. Sote rahe din bhar…sham ko ghumne jae…… Hum bilkul na padhe aur pass ho jae…… Sab dost sath rahe or chuttiyan manae….. Jise chahte he dil se wo apna ho jae…… Barish me bhige aur joor se gana gaye……. Duniya bhool jaye fir bacche ban jaye……. Bheed se dur yuhi duniya banae…… Sari jindgi bas yuhi kat jae…….. Kash ye sare sapne sach ho jae……… Kabhi kabhi dil chahta hai kuch aisa ho jae.. !

Till 2day i thought dat recommendations r a kind of stuff that can only work out in some sectors of working institutions but recently came to know that in almost all goverment jobs recruitments and promotions are given on the basis of recommendation and the amount of bribe offered.........the fact that i came to know recently is that DSP post costs 50-60 lakhs of rupees ....if this amount is given to an higher official than there is a scope of putting more marks in interview test......heights of corruption!!!!!!..krazzy world