Lost In Thoughts

Lost In Thoughts Hmm…! Yea.. I don’t know how shall I begin writing this; my mind says, I must pen down this articulate thinking in me now, right now! I always do it whenever I feel so; if not, I would… Ufffff…! Ummm…. It’s hard to breathe even properly.. Heart beats rising up… Overflow of thoughts… Talking to my other side.. Sleepless nights…. Ongoing tension-free studies all because of the University exams coming ahead… Watching The Flintstones, Looney Tunes, Swat Cats; and yes, they’re too good…. Heeding to the tunes (especially Mallu old songs)… Reading short-stories written by Max Adeler, Anton Chekov and all, on mobile via bibilomania… Looking at the gleaming stars in the sky….. Capturing the new rules for another tomorrow… Drinking too much water rather than the regular meals… Spending my time (mostly evenings) being together with the vintage fellas, I’ve: my 1982 model Ambi, and the 1996 model Vespa (under-construction) I bought recently… Hating loneliness and thus acting against their realities, though accepting my happiness.. Wandering in and around an unconditional reality, or behind the normal me. And… It stops there…  Calm down… I ordered you.. Calm down, Mr. Anonymous. Control “myself” from those emotions! Emotions? Eh? Seriously? They’re not emotions. Nope…! That ain’t my emotions. What the heck is going on with me? I’m so… I’m so emotionally..telling about…! Am I? No.. Nothing. Yo! I’m cool… I’m just cool. I have the self-control over me, you see? I can.. I can… I cannot take it. Argggg! Why the atmosphere around me is so apathetic these days? Still… I’m not getting it. Yup, I’m alright! Haha.. I’m fine. Mr. Anonymous is… Holy shit! No… My existence is under the control of that idiot; the one who violated the limits in just a few seconds of time. How dare she had done that competent attack on me? I reckon, I can easily go through it. I’m still breathless.. I never knew.. that I’m not that good. I’m a bad boy; I’m not that mature or sensible either.

– Rahul

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A big NO to Mechanical Engineering!

“Why so, Mom? Neither dad nor I have a problem with the choice I opted, you know?  If that’s the case, why have you been so tensed regarding it?”

“Look Vidu! I should… After all, I’m your mom. Even I too don’t have any objection regarding your selection of Engineering, as for the higher studies. The solitary matter is you ought to choose any other branch in Engineering rather than Mechanical stream as your favored choice.”

The above conversation declines the argument between a daughter (my cousin) and her mom, as I was sitting next to them, hearing all this in a family gathering during the concluding twelvemonth. Since the topic didn’t pay much attention to me, I kept ‘mum’ in their aggregated court for a while, taking in the most interesting division of an opera based on their own true-tale. Well, the conversation ended up with the success of my aunt’s objections against her lovely daughter who was keenly interested to put her picture in the field of Engineering, I mean, Mechanical Engineering; the fate factor or her mom’s willingness to ensure her daughter not as a Mechanical Engineer paved her pathway to the door of Electronics and Communication Engineering, later.

Though there is modest attraction towards core branches of Engineering now-a-days, if you ask a girl candidate or her parent, the reply will be like, “I don’t want Mechanical Engineering for my kid; she cannot carry a machine”, “Why Mechanical Engineering for a young woman? They’re not supposed to engage upon such kind of jobs unlike we men do”

I’d aver that the sphere of technology is one of the few meritocracies that is founded on logical analysis and intellectual sentiment, so whomsoever is diligent and professional, and always strive for excellence, then it doesn’t matter whether you’re a boy/girl who belongs to Mechanical Engineering or any other trades coming below it.

If I shall build a symbolic coin with a logo on Royal Mechanical’s face at the head, and so the other side of the coin would be none other than an insignia of the Royal Mechanical Boys. I said Boys! When it comes to Mechanical Engineering, many among us, especially we Indians have a mentality that this course stream is under the dominance of boys only. Still, I don’t know the precise cause behind their wrong perspective regarding it though. Hence, the minority of girls (say 60:5 ratio in a class) who favor this track would have been much courageous and have the guts to choose a classroom where they’ve to sit and study together with the other gender for 4 years.

However, the branch of Mechanical Engineering is not simply limited to rough labor. The branch has got a major subdivision like Manufacturing Engineering, Thermal Engineering, Engineering Design, Industrial Engineering etc. Among these, the Manufacturing Engineering deals with the manufacturing of automobiles, passenger vehicles, trains, railroad infrastructure, ships, aeroplanes, heavy machinery etc. It has already been producing very wide opportunities all round the world and thus girls can exercise in the designing, programming and administering manufacturing process. Whereas Industrial Engineering includes the method of dispensing small, medium and large industries efficiently and effectively. This division is more suitable for girls. They can easily excel in the factory administration since it likewise holds to put less physical exertion. Similarly, the other classes of the course also receive the advantages which are worth mentioning for a young woman to carry along her career if she’s a firm will power and determination to acquire what she need in her life, irrespective of caring the imposition of others choice on her.

PS: Personally saying, I feel like I’m running into a chamber of darkness where you can sustain a bunch of acquaintances, but no one among them is a young woman.

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The Optimist

They invariably state that I’m an unlucky young man! Whatsoever I do, it commences with a full-ton excitement and goals with the official announcement as a failure. There are times when I stick into something, in front of a huge crowd and facing them like a dumb stick; poor to utter what I’ve in my head. They neither agree or differ with what I’ve to talk, but engages in a state between these two. Blindly saying, I’m a FOOL! Simply then, why should I worry about them? Cause they mean to be a part of my lifetime? Was I someone who belonged to them? I haven’t done anything for myself; they give advices and so I make out it. But why? Why can’t I do the things that I like to serve alone? I’m independently strong and have the potential to do it. I’ve a strong will power inside me to accept who I’m, what I’m…. I know, the society in front of cares me whenever they need me! They’ve their own personal ‘fears’ and wishes to be achieved in life. If I’m a rebel by choice, then why should I….?!

I believe life is an unpredictable encounter between you and experiences. It wedges into your thoughts whenever or however, hardly you need it. When there are possibilities for me to escape from their choices, I never think why can’t I fall up an answer for me- myself? Instead of exacting charge of my decisions, I’m engaged or try to opine in the way they think about me. How should they think if I do like this, or that? Shit! I shouldn’t have done that, they’ll definitely scold me for answering this. If that occurs, they might blow me down. I shall be alone to face those criticisms from their side. I can’t bear it, so far I’m a sacred soul living for others; a pattern made by using their paints and light touches.

I’m really new to these thought provoking subjects! I had been introduced to these facts when I came to explore certain written contexts by others recently. People call them as writers or authors! Authors? The ones who reveal out their life or experiences or weird-dramatic plots through the flow of words to others who go past their time in contemplating it? An old man or women who took up to be weird through his appearance and thoughts from me? Those who wish to or explore or walk all round the cosmos as if like a rootless wanderer, taking for their vibrant thoughts and constantly seeking to switch the different form of happiness and joyousness in them?

Ugggg!! These were a little skeptical view I’d about those groups of people. They exhort us to realize our aspirations through their compositions! Instead of discovering myself, our paths try to change in accordance with the backup of their write-ups, whether it’s a novel or narrative or verse. Briefly saying, I’m not only trying to bind together with what they’ve written in a 100-200 page book, but also straying away from my direct route to retrieve the real me- a hidden identity in me, to describe me from their perspective. Isn’t it irritating to do then? Nope…! Never…. This is where I stood up in front of a society in a real world till the daytime when I hightailed it from their bounds. They call me insane because what I’ve done is against their estimations regarding my identity. My attitude speaks the things they haven’t ever attempted to research! They exist for passing their time in their offices and bring in the money for the day-to-day transactions, so enjoying a safe-recommended life of the society, and then a happy home.

Be an optimist, do believe in miracles and don’t retaliate your desires and choices for others; you’re a unique human-existence in this world of curiosities. Yes, every soul in this universe is unique in one or other way, and then their views also. Let the challenging conditions satisfies with who you’re…. Don’t be a coward, you’re alert, speak it out whatever your mind says. But then, we can endure and realize the actual aim behind our life here. 

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– Rahul

Exploration

If words can’t express

Who and how you’re,

Or why you’re here

In the stream of flow of life,

Be a part of yourself to understand

And retaliate your thoughts,

Not the least, but the best;

An infinite nature is waiting

For you to explore the wing

Of flashes and splashes

To illuminate your choices.

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Perspective

It’s time to choose

Who you’re and know

How hard I’m, unlike us!

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