Absolute Laugh

Absolute Laugh


Make me laugh like an innocent child

Not very vivid, just the usual mild

Skipping all the agony, all the pain

A laugh so rare as the autumn rain

Make me forget the worst of my nightmares

Refresh me like cold water dripping through hairs

A laugh so real it accompanies every joy

To enjoy the moment like a kindergarten boy

Make me believe that joy is life

Joy so pure like the rama’s wife


Broken Pieces

Broken Pieces

Life in its crystal form

More of like shattered glass

Each piece having its own image

So versatile yet so brutal

Magnificent & rendering with age

Interrelated within the frame

Not as pieces but bitsy cage

The stories, the emotions bound intact

As on a wimpy diary’s page

10 easy ways to – SUCCESS!


  • Create a new folder & move your academic records in it. Rename it to ‘success’.
  • Use the C language to create a program with following output-
    “Press any key to achieve success”
    “Success achieved”
  • Visit a pet shop. Name your favorite pet ‘success’. Buy it.
  • Write ‘success’ with bold marker on your dad’s hand. Irritate him to the extent that he slaps you.
  • Write ‘success’ in bold letters on a blank piece of paper. Mail it to your own address.
  • Type ‘success’ in WordPad. Click print.
  • Change your best friend’s name to ‘success’ in your phone. Text him to call you.
  • Buy a plane white T-shirt. Use custom printing to print ‘success’ on its front & back portion.
  •  Change your user login account name to ‘success’. Use the same account to login every time.  
  • Hack your friend’s facebook account. Change his first name to success. Poke yourself through his account.

At the end of the day you are a “SUCCESS-FULL” man 😉




Nobody told me what happened but somehow I knew that something was wrong. I saw my mother’s face; her expressions were enough for me to sense the trouble. I walked out of my home and in the lawn saw the sign ‘FOR SALE’. I was terrified.

I saw my mom coming out of the home; she had tears in her eyes. She was expecting numerous questions from my side but I didn’t ask a single one. ‘We are now homeless’, her eyes said that all. I continued walking behind her.

Like other homeless, we also started living on streets. First few days were very painful. But I somehow consoled myself because now I had to be calm. I am big now and have to support my mother.

There was one Dhaba on the other side of the street. I used to go at the back side of that and whenever the owner and workers gets busy, I jumped in and stole food to eat. So this was how we stayed alive. But I was not so lucky everyday. Some days we had to sleep with our empty stomachs.

Truly speaking, I never imagined my life so miserable. I never imagined that for food I have to steal. Life changes so fast and on that day my life changed again.

I and my mother were roaming in a garden when it started to rain. It rained very heavily. My mother and I started to look for shelter but didn’t find any empty shelter. Then we saw someone’s personal garden in front of their house. We decided to go there.

In their garage we found our shelter. My mother knew that if someone saw us their, they will not be happy. But we were helpless because of the rain. We had to remain there, if we have to remain alive.

One whole day passed but the rain didn’t stop. The garage was filled with the dirty water.

We were hungry, we were thirsty and we were almost half sink in water. Our body was saying to us that ‘we were about to die’. ‘God please help us’ was the only wish I had.

The rain stopped but we were so weak that we cannot move at all. We wanted water; we wanted food as we wanted to live. Suddenly a new problem arrived. I heard someone coming. Our heartbeat rose. There was a little girl there. She saw us and screamed:

“Mom………. Come here fast.”

Her mother came running she saw us and said:

“Oh, my god. They are not looking good, they are all wet. Honey, run inside and get a towel.”

Little girl ran inside and came back with a towel in her hand.

“So, cute. Can we keep them with us in our home.” That little girl said to her mother while giving towel to her.

“Yes my girl. We can take them with us. You take that kitten with u and I will take that big mother cat with me. They will now live with us.”

So finally we found a new home…………



Beginning of a new thought, a new idea, a new dream,

Let the floodgates be opened for the giant stream.


Wants just a little fame and bring it to supreme, 

Passed through an unknown world, we were like unseen.


Waited for the right time, for right mates, for right scene,

Now it’s time to free the birds from their bolted seam.


Life is getting easy as we started deem,

It’s not owing to single effort, it’s all due to a team.


Happiness we have, we gained, we deserve this beam.

Demolished all the failures with monstrous scream.




For students, it is a euphoric experience but for teachers, a cruel practice. Whatever they call it but we all know that it is an integral part of our college life.

Mass bunk is a noble practice of skipping lectures, usually practiced by college students because of a noble reason behind it and that noble reason is FUN. Mass bunk is a phenomenon practiced by student’s all over the world to fulfill their lust of skipping the boring lectures of the college.

There are some steps related to this act which we have to follow to organize a successful Mass Bunk and these steps make us learn some very important lessons of life.

STEP 1: The idea of Mass Bunk should be presented in front of class with a solid reason behind it (Although everyone wants to skip lectures but still pretend to be very sincere in class). This step teaches HOW TO INFLUENCE OTHER WITH YOUR THOUGHTS.

STEP 2: Make sure that the whole class has agreed with your idea and ensure them that nothing wrong will happen to them and that you are responsible for whatever the consequences of this act be. This teaches THE LEADERSHIP QUALITY.

STEP 3: The most important step comes after the period of mass bunk has expired & when you came to know that some ‘Plan Destroyers’ who agreed to do mass bunk have attended the class and has ruined the idea. This teaches NEVER TRUST ANYONE.

So the moral of the story is that organizing a mass bunk is not everyone’s cup of tea. It requires dedication, hard work and prefect planning to stop those three or four Einstein type of students to attend the classes who thinks that skipping the classes will ruin their semester and then their degree and finally their career.

Finally what we conclude is that we all are now adults and should decide what we want. We are in college to become Engineers and engineering is not a child’s play. Do not get distract from your goal because of someone’s talk. Do not ruin your life because of someone’s plan. The motto of the planners of mass bunk can be summarized in just one old dialogue of bollywood and that is “Hum to doobenge sanam, tumko bhi le doobenge….