To someone whom I loved (:

Here in darkness I sit, wanting to decipher the meanings of all what he said, intentionally he never meant a word, never tried to hurt me nor did he ever allow a frown sit on my brows for long, but today when I see, walking back those memory lanes, re-reading those old letters, watching those pictures, having these flashes of the time we were together, I am sure nobody can fake that genuine care and that stare in the eye. 


He, always held my hand, strong and tight, making sure I wouldn't feel alone or out of his sight, his attention was always on me, on the problems I had in my life, sitting right next to me he'd sort them one by one and then all. 


His presence always made me smile; for there was somebody I knew who would always stand by my side. He was that friend who made me believe in those stars and those wishes again, he made me believe that in each one of us we have a stronger someone. He made sure that all those troubles, problems, sadness and all the negativity wouldn't stay anywhere near me. 


He was somebody who'd guide me like a light above my head, leading me to a place safer & towards success. He knew what was right for me and what wasn't. He had made me fall in love with his heart which I would never regret. Though he is not with me today but his memories are still pretty strong in my head. Though I can’t hold his hand nor can I hug him that way, we don’t talk that often nor do we meet every day, the awkwardness had brought us closer and now its forever here to stay. 

In the memory of whom I truly loved, a person who has a heart of gold but who couldn’t keep me in his heart for long enough. A person who has always been close to my heart & who always will be a part of my soul. Yes, he engraved a craving in my heart which shall last forever. I miss him every day, every minute & every second, but there is nothing else that I can do. 


To those good old times, 
Those hugs, to make each other smile,
The constant jokes, 
The never ending stares, 
Those moments where we would laugh and then kick silence for a toss, 
To those amazing rides, 
And to the brilliant tasting times. 


Thanks for standing by, for making sure that happiness kisses my feet. For never letting me work, for getting me into this habit of yours and then making sure that I’d gracefully accept this pitfall.




I can’t do much but accept it and move on, for there lies a tomorrow which shall show us what it’s got :’) 

Photos with secrets a many :)

Photo Credits for all the above pictures : Dipankar Gupta 

International Youth Forum 2012

International Youth Forum 2012


It was held in Sharda University, Greater Noida. A forum simulated by 'just' the youth and for the youth. Working with difficulties in getting sponsorships, in making people believe in us & our work, we had faced a lot before the actual starting of the conference. 


From the venue correction to arranging what all we had promised, everything seemed like a fight but we had never given up. The team did face challenges but never did we quit, we kept moving, we kept sailing, we kept crossing hurdles, one by one, leaving our personal issues aside we decided to join hands and work for what we had initially come together. 


With a welcoming heart, sound mind and lots of dreams we inaugurated the event with the kind presence of Mr. Shashi Tharoor and other deemed dignitaries, we started this journey with more than 300 delegates coming from all across the globe to deliberate on the Role of Youth in Indian Renaissance' with discussions, seminars and competitions based on Social Entrepreneurship, Model Governance and Citizens' Participation. 




It was an experience of its own kind, working with people you haven’t met before, meeting people from all across the world, knowing their culture, hearing them speak about their nations, from events ranging from Global Village, Cultural Night,  Fashion Show, Musical Performances , Dance and Drama Performances.



We had bands like Rishi Inc who had us all for them. 


I met so many people who had varied talents, some could manage anything and everything and handle all the crisis, people like Raghav Garg, Raj Singh Nimbalkar, Hitesh Bachani & Dipankar Gupta. People, who left impressions, people like Sanket Verma, Abhishek, Nishant Mandal, Piyush & Sohail. People who made sure that work never got onto our nerves, Shaily, Shwetank, Nikita, & Apoorva Khera, thank you for all those moments. 


A special thanks to Aditya Singh, Vibhanshu, Anilesh, Abhishek, Gazal, Atulesh, Ayush, Vikas sir, Abhijeet, Aditya Singh, Premankit, Daksh, Prateek Pandey, Jatin Garg, Umesh sir, Aashish Birgi, Aditya Kumar, Shyam Bansal, Gaurav, Siyali, Mehak Sir, Dheer Sir, Ishan, Saurabh Gupta, Simran Sehgal, 


Room no 404 was and will always be special, from the balcony sightseeing to sleeping in a mess, from all the bitching sessions to our secret sacred parties :p 


From all the heart to heart talking sessions to being thorough professionals, to those walkie talkie talks, from discussing our lives before & after IYF, to making sure that the night meetings would solve all our issues, from the dancing sessions on the stage to the drama behind the scenes, from those sleepless nights to the eventful days, from the constant chitter-chatter to sitting quietly bruised & unwell, from hating a few to loving so many.  


IYF taught me lessons so many, from hearing what people had to speak on my back, to meeting a few who’d really come up front and speak it on my face, from meeting people who are fair to those who can cross limits of being biased, from the delicious food to the all the more needed morning teas. 


This forum will ofcourse get better the next time with many a people joining in, new nations coming in, a venue as brilliant as Goa but I am sure, nothing can be better than Room no 404, that balcony & that open ground where we let our hearts out. 


This one is to those late night walks, to those random people, to my favourite people, to the people who don’t matter and those whom I am never gonna let go. 


Thank you for taking care of me during those health peeps,  those breaking down sessions, for talking to me and setting me straight, for never letting me quit, for making me behave like a professional when I wished to slap a few, thank you for all what you guys have done. 


I won’t regret quitting my internship for IYF, for I met you & I have memories that will do me good forever. :) 

Happy Birthday Manan :D

I never knew there exists a person by the name of Manan Vithalani, till the time Shrisha & I went nuts to execute that plan. 

Since then there has been no looking back, we talk like close friends, never met, never hesitated to talk. We share our deepest, darkest secrets, we talk everyday even when we have nothing much to say. We speak nonsense without thinking that the other person will judge; we’ve had these crazy fights and arguments but nothing has stopped us from talking. 


It’s been just 6 months but looks like I know you from years long ago, I know so much about you in such a short time. 


I know you are crazy, stupid, idiotic, never make sense, can’t make sense ever, mad, a person who is perpetually in the sky, a person with a strong will power, a person so clean & clear from his heart, a person who makes me realize my mistakes, a person who gives me lectures on all my bad habits, a person who has made me a better myself, a person who has stood by without any demands or expectations, a person who has made sure that I smile even during those times of troubles. 


And then with all that modesty in you, you say you can’t do anything to make me feel special?


You have done way more than you can even imagine, here is wishing you a crazy 21st Birthday. Thank you for all the times you have brought a smile on my face with those stupid jokes, those crazy comments, that Urmila Matondkar crap too :p 


Haha, I love you & thanks for making a difference <3 

Random Realizations, Part 6: Doomsday

So, I was sitting besides my window, looking outside where these kids were playing. My neighbour was taking dance classes in the parking area, the younger kids were on the swings and some were playing badminton, the weather that day was just so amazing, these clouds which promised not to trickle down till these kids were safely home. 


There were so many thoughts running in my head, I was just wondering how did the time pass so quickly? 
I remember I was just a kid then, playing & enjoying my life. That happy face that I wore every minute, no matter how many times I’d hit the ground, no matter how many times I’d be running around that same old tree to get answers and then sit quietly. 


That swing was like my second abode, I’d sit there for hours & hours straight, blankly stare the sky, look at the birds cross by, dance to my own tunes, nobody would matter, nobody would care. 
Just me and I, with those dreams which promised to act as wings and make me fly, it was all so good. What happened to the way it used to be?


When was the innocence replaced by such ill thoughts and feelings? How did it all start? Why is it like this now? Too much pressure I was putting on my nerves, just when I had a clear view of it all. 


I saw this; this kid pushed a girl off the swing because he wanted to sit. 


Well, we might just think of it as a very normal view where kids would be fighting, but for me it was more like “this is where it starts”. 


That point was like an inception, today he pushed a girl off a swing, tomorrow it will be a cliff. 
Well exaggeration, yes, but I guess it’s required. 


That’s how the world moves, you want something, and you crush somebody & get it. There is too much cruelty spreading around, too much negativity & too much of “self thinking/obsession/admiration”


I was moved, I was taken aback. I joined those beads and made a necklace, a necklace which chokes you to death, a necklace which holds you so strong; it’s made of hatred, dislike, regret, grief, sorrow, darkness, broken hearts & promises, aches & failures, distress, stress, hurt and negativity. 


The darkness has taken over, there is this dullness in the sky, stars don’t shine, the swing doesn’t pleases me anymore, the birds don’t want to be around, nobody to trust, no wishes, no dreams, it looks like the end is here. 


Well, to end this as they all say, ‘It’s a mean, mean world’. 

Facebook for MUNs; As they call it!

So, with the increasing number of MUN’s in our country, the rate of students becoming MUNer’s is touching the sky. With MUN’s ranging from ABC to XYZ, from sponsors varying greatly, to the newly added/formed/created committees, the levels of MUNs has risen in a way & fallen deep down in another.


The new hot topic that seems to be is the Brainwiz network, which is popularly called “The Facebook for MUNs”, which not only keeps a database & lets the kids interact but in a way it links them and makes them a family before the actual happening of the event. 


With the number of people connected already, it makes sure that nobody can fake the MUNs they have attended, for each one of them can have an easy access to everybody’s MUN resume, their updates & remarks about the MUNs they have attended. It also gives serves as a platform for the upcoming MUNs to learn the do’s & the don’ts after being the spectators, it even registers the MUN societies, helps in voting, keeps everybody updated, leaving us with less notifications on facebook. So, overall this website is quite user friendly, less spamming, lesser unwanted notifications, a place meant to create a fine balance between the MUN work & the sidelines. 


A new idea, a new step, let’s see how far can they take it. 

DDUCMUN'11, A memoir (:

DDUCMUN’11 

The work for the inaugural issue had started 3 weeks prior to the MUN, the meetings, the conference calls, everything was so much fun. The ice-breaking sessions with the team helped us so much during the conference, the comfort level, the working atmosphere, our IP room, the continuous dancing (only last year’s IP team would know what we are talking about), our little after parties :p 




The never ending gossip sessions, the seriousness during the work and an entirely different view during the free time, the endless photo sessions, the arguments on how to make the newsletter more interesting, THE AUNT MUNNI’s brilliant fashion pieces, our constant pickups on our dearest Secretary General, the oh-so-amazing conversations with our Executive Board members, the last minute changes, our revolt, their apology. 


Sorting out 10,000s of pictures for the closing video, serving people with huge smiles. The best Organizing Committee coming together and putting up a show as brilliant as this. 

Devesh being a pillar of strength for all of us, for clearing each and every issue, for not losing his calm, for listening to everything & for keeping all the secrets, he is somebody who will always guide you with the best of advices, the stupid most jokes and the worst routine ever, please don’t learn anything from him other than being a leader. 


Remember the tears & the joyous faces on that stage, during the closing ceremony where each one was awarded for their work, there they promised to be back with a greater bang and making it bigger than before, yes they are back with their bag full of surprises, be a part of a MUN which will change your life, as it changed mine last year. I went back with friends, who never hesitated to help me and who always treated me as a part of their family. 


This one is for the family I made last year. 


I expect brilliant debate, with the best Executive Board members heading their respective committees, newsletters which you shall cherish forever, friends that you will never let go, memories that shall never fade away.

With Srishti Kapoor, heading the team this year we have lots of surprises, good food promised, the best beverages, the best of everything in short. With her presence in the room, everything feels so light, for there is no tension because she can handle it all with her awesomeness: D 


Don’t give it a miss, or you shall regret. 

Barish (:

Kuch pyaar bhari baatein, 
Kuch mulakatein, 
Woh hathon ka milna aur kabhi na bichadna, 
Woh nazron ka yu takrana, 
Woh hasna aur muskurana, 
Saath mein chalna, 
Aur kabhi peeche mud kar na dekhna, 

Unn yaadon ko sambhal kar pirona, 
Uss kagaz ki kashti ko paar lagana, 
Haste haste uss sabh ko bhul jana,
Ek naye duniya, ek naya sapna,
Ek naya vishwas, ek naye lehar, 
Mitti ka paahad aur who barish ka pani, 
Woh sehmi si sondhi khushboo, 
Woh naye khilkhilate ful, 
Woh shehad ki firak mein bhinbhinate bhawre, 
Woh rangeen nazaarein, 
Woh titliya, 
Woh aasmaan ka garajna, 
Aur barish ka hum sabh ko khush kar jana, 
Yeh mausam ke badlaav, 
Yeh naye umeedo ka jagna, 
Naye armaano ka ek naye kiran jagana, 
Ek naye zindagi, ek naye rah, 
Ek naye dhoop, ek naye chav,
Naye aashayen, naye kirane. 

Lessons Learned (:

With the clocks ticking away, she had made a lot of memories to stay,
Like a potter she was busy moulding her life, giving it shapes to fit her size, 
A few entered her heart, laid down imprints and left, 
Some stayed but their presence was as good as their absence, 
Some put conditions, some just stayed without any dejection,
Some told her the flaws she had; some tried to correct them, 
While some just made fun & found reasons to leave her in times of troubles. 

She stood there, watching her life taking these sudden turns, 
Her head facing the ground, her hands joined together, 
Praying as tears fall off from the corner of her eyes, 
She decided to go far away from this land where troubles don’t leave her side, 
She decided to move on & never look behind, 
She left everything, her heart & her soul too, 
She has now become cold and accepted that life isn’t as easy as it seems to be, 
Breathing heavily as she cries tonight, 
She mourns on the loss, 
But these lessons won’t leave her; they won’t escape her memory this time.