International Youth Forum

"Arise, awake and stop not till the goal is achieved."- SwamiVivekananda.

With a dream for a better tomorrow, we present you International Youth Forum. We at IYF are an inspired young team of individuals with a shared mission; a mission to change the world.

With over a 100 volunteers divided in various teams, we work hand in hand to make this dream a reality. After receiving 1100+ applications from 80 countries, we have shortlisted 500 delegates which will assemble in the capital city of Delhi from 24th - 29th June, 2012 to deliberate and work towards effective Policy, Change and Development. IYF will link the world on a common political platform and advertise a sense of globaloneness. Through this initiative we wish to provide a positive stimulus to

individuals who want to make a difference. We aim to associate various Student Groups, NGO's, Social Organizations and Youth Communities to cultivate thoughts for a better future. The Forum will be revolving around the theme 'Role of Youth in Indian Renaissance' with discussions,

seminars and competitions based on Social Entrepreneurship, Model Governance and Citizens' Participation.

The Arab spring which began over a year ago as a fledgling demonstration in the Tunisian capital struck a chord with people all over, the anger and outrage against the authoritarian regimes was felt and the need for change was sensed.

With the mass mobilisation happening all around the globe, we always wonder what the Indian scenario would shape up to be, with this thought in our mind, we wish to bring all the like minded individuals to discuss & debate and find solutions for a better & self reliant India. We need to wake up, shake those lousy & drowsy head and realise that if not now then when? 

With brilliant men like Dr. Shashi Tharoor, Shri Syed Shahnawaz Hussain, Shri Anurag Singh Thakur, Dr. Isher Judge Ahluwalia on our lists of speakers, their experiences & global perspective ensures the

quality of discussion and sow the seeds of the need for change & development.

IYF strives to become a cult, occurring year after year and becoming a leading international movement, global in all respects.

Jazbaat

I don't remember when I last wrote in hindi, been out of touch lately. 

But some feelings should be expressed, some communication is needed, effective or not you'll have to tell me :)

Baatein kuch unkahe, unsuni reh jati hai. 
Dil ka dard dil mein he reh jata hai, 
Jab na ho koi saath tumhare,
Har zakhm taza reh jata hai, 
Nai sama pata ansu unn palkon mein,

chalak jate hai moti ki tarah, 

kuch jazbato ko samjhne mein lag jate hai umar kuch shabdo ko fir bhi samajh nahi pate hum,

Kuch log hote hai aise ki dikhate hai khud ko sona lekin hote hai pital ka pani, 

yeh jooth ka pul tutega ek din, 

aur gehri hoge gum ki khai, 

sabh sama jayenge uss brahm ke bhawar mein, 

beh jayenge unn lehro ke saath..

Your birthday, special ho tum :D

I met you on June 29th for the first time and since then there has been no looking back..

Meeting in MUNs and outside, the story of our friendship had started blooming,
From seeing you as a mentor to sharing secrets with you,
From learning from you to telling you,
From the anger you rain to the love you shower,
From the beauty of friendship to the ugliness of the world,
Our discussions had no topics left to discuss,
From the advices you give to the teachings you teach,
From all the poking to the care you do,
From handling me in DUMUN and sharing the wisdom hence after,
Thank you for all that you have done, thank you for standing by, thank you for listening and thank you for zipping me up when I didn't make sense, thanks a ton for everything you have been..

On this day, this note is for you, this is for the Respect I have for you, thanks.

Lots and truck lots of my bestessst wishes, love.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

Hey you :)

As the stars shine so bright

& I dip my feet in water,

sitting on these rocks,

besides this beach, 

the view so serene, 

the song of the waves,

reminds me of us & the bond that we share, 

As the waves hits the rocks, 

a silent reminder of her existence, 

and the rocks soak her in its pores, 

a reminder of love, care & affection.

we may not be together always, 

we may not get to stand by each other

but as the sea is incomplete without a corner, 
so is with the friendship that we share. :)

 

Rahul, belated happy birthday. (Gift 1)

He is a player,Cricket is his game.His first love, his bat.Like a gentle lady he treats, her holds her with full care & caution,Romances with her and dances with her,Like a new born baby,He loves her,He dresses her all so good,He makes sure she is well kept,In her case she acts like she is the queen,Jewels on her body, the grip and that english tape,To beautify and protect that masterpiece,He takes full care,There has been no lady in his life,Loyal he has been all throughout,No girlfriend, no mistress, no distraction,It was about her and his dream always...You have no idea how special you are :) 

At dawn there's always some hope Manan :)

It all started in that football field,

Their game had me as the meat,

Where they trampled on me with their words and feet,

They tried to break my morals,

They tried to break my soul,

Just because I said no to the game full of fraud and evil.

They tried to break me, all even.

Fractured, bruised I lay on the ground,

Where they tried to break free my soul,

I promised to myself, one day I’ll show them all,

I practised, I made myself strong and all

I quit everything; I stood by my dream,

I failed, I failed repeatedly,

They laughed and made mockery of me,

It was a path of darkness bends and breaks,

It was difficult for me to stand straight when they’d break my bones

And laugh at the smashed stillness of my soul,

She held my hand all through,

She gave me the courage and the guidance,

She bestowed her trust upon me,

She made me stronger,

It’s because of her that I stand in this field,

One step away from hitting that goal,

I retreat, I watch those faces,

I close my eyes, I remember god, I remember the struggle and all the pain,

With full belief I hit the ball, watching it land in that net.

I can hear the applaud, I can feel her embrace,

Those faces, darn you, I did it.

“There’s just one treasure worth your buying,

Beyond all splendours you may find

Within the tumult and the crying-

The silence of the sunlit light”

Believe you can do it, it’s in you. J

SRM MUN'12- memoir.

This trip started with tons of expectations and lots of fun. This trip was happening after a lot of mishappenings but promise once made had to be kept.  
The train journey, the epic dumb charades, atlas and all kinds of games had all of us laughing and holding on to our stomachs all this while, videos, photos and even the audio recordings all combined couldn't capture the true essence. 
landing in the land of sun, heat and smell of fish, that's how chennai welcomed us. 
With wide arms open, we had zahaan and bambi welcoming us to what they called his dream. 
The amazing hospitality given to us by bambi's family and the meeting tito and narendra and tons of people. 
The chennai dream was coming true right infront of my eyes, the way I had thought, the way we had planned, all of it from day one. 


Meeting people does take you back in time to the exact moment you had met them for the first time, how the bond started to build up and how well the love entangles you and coils you up from threads, these tiny thin layers of trust. 


The next day we were off from bambi's place to SRM University, situated at about 40 kms from addiyar, stuffed in two cars, there were round about 14 of us, with luggages as if we had plans to settle here in this hot a city. The accommodation gave us some sort of a relief, we rested a bit and then ran for inauguration ceremony which made me meet my ip heads, pallav and kavya. 


Committee sessions commenced and I had chosen my committee, DISEC, with maximum strength and varun in the same committee. 


Day one concluded and we all came back to our rooms, a lot of catching up to do, a lot of gossip to start and a lot to end, meeting priya, shrisha and soooo many more people did ring a chord inside my heart, a sinful one. 




Day two saw serious debate and for me it had some special connections, some special memories. Some memories which struck a cord with the ones of my past, it made me smile, it gave happiness to my heart, but as they say all what gives you happiness isn't what will last any longer. 


Day three, as soon as the closing was approaching, the time for us to leave for Pondicherry was clicking, we had packing left to complete, we had goodbyes to bid, with no time we had a lot to accomplish. 


We left SRM, pondicherry here we come. Next morning we were in enroute to Pondicherry. Dropping our luggage at the beach house, all of us run to the beach, the serene view, the blue water, the sun shining with the perfect amount of heat. It was like a painting which had no flaws in it. These visions will be difficult to take out from my dreams.. 
Riding in the nights, the bikes, rock beach, aurbindo asharam, the serene beauty, the internal connection, the peace, the parting gifts, the poems and the tears which went unnoticed. 


The love and bonding which had jumped to the next level. The understanding which had matured like the seeds of a flower, providing fragrance and support to the ones who adored the truth and longing. 


Whatey a trip, what adventure, what memories, what LOVE, unusual but TRUE.  

A new birth, renewal.

It’s a sudden urge to write,

To let go of what my heart holds.

It’s an urge to let lose my hair

And let all the feelings flow.

I want to write and get sorted,

This feeling is nothing less than being fatal,

This urge to get out of this hell that I have built in,

I want to erase this place,

Erase it from all my memories,

Erase it from its inception,

This, writing is helping.

I have a vision, wait, and let me read it for you,

Let me decipher and make it simpler,

Come here. Let me do it for you,

What does your heart hold?

An unfulfilled fulfilment?  

The vision of a richer glory,

Making unfulfilled our hearts

This mockery, mockery of each fulfilment

We must pass, surpass, and pass its small completeness

We must dream on,

Mustn’t let him win,

Mustn’t let him take control,

I need to regain control,

I need to take control,

With sweet memories of your love,

With sour memories of your departure ,

Of beauty now withdrawn from

My strained dimmed sight,

I won’t let your vision die,

I will live it for you.