STORY OF MY TECHNICAL ENDEAVORS - 1

            The story begins from the hostel room where I used to study during my final exams. I cant call it my room, as I didn't get one. Only the finest brains, with brilliant marks, or the lucky ones with the reservation crutch, can get a space in the hostel. Of course I was not either, but still being a technical student with a so called "jugaadu" brain, I managed to live in the hostel most of the times, and even fed my hungry stomach here. Hahaha...this is for the college authority who didn't allow an 8.07 pointer guy to enter the hostel "legally".

            So like every day during exams, we were mugging up the equations, the formulas, the theory part and what not, of every damn chapter of our huge books. Suddenly Ankur, my partner during studies, told me about an idea. An idea, which seemed damn interesting, about the wind energy technology. The idea grabbed my attention in a jiffy. I came to know that the idea was originally struck in Anant's mind, another pal of mine, but was thrown away in the ruins as nobody was interested to work with him on that stuff. But that idea for me, was a masterpiece, and I kept thinking that how can such a basic thought, didn't come on anybody's mind before.

           The idea was like this...

 "Railway trains run with a high speed, about 60 km/hr average speed over it's entire journey. What if a series of wind turbines were installed over the roof top of every coach, and run the wind turbines, by the relative wind, and then produce electricity which could be used to run the electric components in the train, or could be used the other way by charging batteries, which could be used later on..."

          Sounds interesting!...This would be the immediate response of most of the people, I can bet. But this was not all, there was a long way to go, an ample of problems to face, many days and nights to think...and most important of all, much more to learn...

THIS IS NO LONGER AN "ONLY-POETRY BLOG"...

Since last year, I've been writing poetry quite incessantly, which provoked me to make a blog. Yeah...a blog, a diary, a collection of my poetry, right from every single rhyme, to every free verse of mine. But in the recent days, I had gone through many blogs, some, of my own acquaintances, and some, of well known bloggers. I enjoyed their description of things, their views, some lovely stories, which not only gave me some kind of pleasure, but also motivated me to write something, other than poetry also. All these happenings, have made the roots which all converge into this very first non-poetry blog of mine...The starting of a new episode...a new era of my blogging endeavors!...So all my dear readers...Here we go!...

THE COUNTRYSIDE LASS

Sometimes in life,
We come across somebody,
Unknown, unseen,
Someone so special, close to the heart,
It seems you do have some link,
It sooths your soul, your mind,
Fills peace, in this chaotic life,
Charm, over this dead face,
Smiling fake everywhere, all the time,
Wordsworth met the solitary reaper,
And I…The countryside lass….

That day, so hungry I was,
So went to a stall,
To feed on some sweet n sour,
Was sitting, beside the stall,
When came, to the same stall,
A poor girl,
I gazed at her,
Rubbed my eyes bewildered,
For I had never seen before,
A girl in that stall,
A tigress she was,
Prancing fearlessly in her kingdom,
So poor with bucks,
So scanty with built,
With a small kid,
Perhaps her brother, on her lap,
A torn blanket, on her shoulders,
For that was all she had,
To wrap her,
Against the icy wind outside,
And the blood freezing weather…       

She was beautiful,
Her eyes, so sharp,
Adorned with raven eye lashes,
And face, crafted so adroitly,
By the hands of the almighty himself,
Were forcing me to gaze,
At that strange belle,
And her every action, every move,
With utter magnetism,
A pleasure beyond this world,
Yes, she indeed was beautiful…

For a tea, she asked,
And then waited,
With her impassive face.
I was confused,
Totally lost in her,
Guessing about her life,
Her world, in my mind,
Whether that pale face,
Was arrogance, or innocence,
Ah’ It was a maze,
An illusion before me,
So hard to crack, still,
Making me crave even more for it…

She never looked at me,
Neither to any other lad,
Didn’t give a smile,
Didn’t talk to anyone,
Just waited in silence,
It seemed there was something,
Something so painful, in her heart,
Something so strange with her,
Tough to be deemed, to be fixed.
I kept gazing,
Till she got her tea,
Which she gave to that kid,
And then left…

But my heart couldn’t stop,
I followed her,
To her place,
Oh’ It left me dumbstruck,
With a numb heart,
For at her home,
A small hut,
Was an old lady,
Her mother in law she was,
Blind, poor, ached,
Of her only son’s demise,
Her only crutch,
For these dimming days of her life,
Her only hope, her boy,
Yes, a son, is the apple,
Of every mother’s eye,
And that girl,
Yes, that countryside lass,
Was his wife, a widow,
That was all she was,
With a son,
Which earlier I assumed her brother,
And a mountain of responsibilities,
From money, to her son,
To the old mother,
This, was her pain,
Her grief, the reason, of her silence,
In that heart, so pure inside,
And that pale face,
Was neither arrogance,
Nor innocence,
For that face, was a consequence,
A consequence, of the cruel happenings,
Consequence, of the butcher land around,
O’ I can’t forget that day…

Filled with silence,
Brimming with sympathy,
And respect for that girl,
Praying for her good,
I went on for my home,
The princess of that ruined castle,
Was indeed, The tigress of her kingdom…

                                                         -  Kshitiz Upadhyay 

THE NEW WORLD

Far, Far from those accustomed streets,

Life, has led me,

To this alien land,Away, from my blood,
Away, from my heart, my love,
For it is just the name,
Which roams here, in Banaras,
The soul sits silently,
Smiling at its fate,
With a girl, in that same familiar terrain,
Whom it loves the most,
For whom, its pigmy heart beats…


But it is the duty,
The hordes of responsibilities I bear,
And the desire, the deep passion,
To win this world,
Which holds me here,
Brims me with strength,
And makes me live, and go on and on…


It’s so wonderful here,
So different from the usual life,
We live in a small cage,
Our home, for a month,
Yes, it is a sweet home,
With a black and white TV,
A faint light, Two cots,
And millions of buzzing mosquitoes,
Yes, it’s an interesting job,
To share my room with them at noon,
And shoo them away,

With poison fumes, at night…


Heading towards our workplace,
We move among pigs, streets dogs,
Stray cats, goats, it’s like,
A small village,
Far from today’s limelight,
With some typical villagers in it,
Followed by a Jetrofa forest,
And the dirtiest marsh,
Yes, we cross a rough terrain,
But still it’s bliss,
Seeing people laugh,
Children running naked, playing together,
Ladies gossiping, and men smoking cigar,
O’ I love them all…


My workplace, a machine jungle,
With ear bursting noises all around,
Is heaven, for us,
For it’s a magic box,
Every day, we explore new machines,
New methods, new principles,
It’s like a dream come true,
Living with these mega structures,
So delicately made,
So skilfully crafted,
Beautiful…more than even heaven’s angels…


O’ It’s a marvellous experience,
We live, we learn,
We laugh all day,
Talk about everything,
From studies, to more gossips,
We room across the streets,
Without worrying where to go,
We stare at chicks,
We play with street kids,
We sit in stalls,
With a cup of tea,
With a puff of smoke,
Yes, we’re free, and enjoying from heart,
The true gold flakes of our lives…


                                                  -  Kshitiz Upadhyay

THE BIRTHDAY GIRL

Right from the heart of this naïve,


For a girl so soft, yet so brave,


Comes out a brook, of hearty well wishes,


For she’s the birthday girl, a princess of princesses.


 


Like fragrances from the gardens of cherry,

Her smile can make everyone merry,

A butterfly, spreading positivity around,

She’s god’s own descendent, on this mortal ground.



Bold outside, yet an infant at heart,

An innocent soul, a paragon of god’s art,

Cares for everyone, so selfless she is,

Talking with her, seeing her laugh, is always bliss.



I wish, in life, you’ll reach the peaks,

And that kiddish smile, will never go off your cheeks,

Just work hard my sis, and see where you’ll go,

You can do wonders, your mettle I know.



I wish you all roses, on your way,

Like a star so high, you’ll shine and sway,

A sweet little bird, with charm and grace,

In an air of freedom, will grow to be an ace...



                                                 -  Kshitiz Upadhyay

PRINCESS OF THE SEVENTH ALTITUDE

Her Eyes, A majestic artwork of Picasso

So deep, like a bottomless sea,

O' I've fallen and couldn't swim,

drowning...A hallowed shrine for me...

Her Smile, A divine illusion,

Can turn the dead, pink again

O' I am spellbound, my world is changed,

She giggles a bit, and I go insane...

Her Body, An angelic figure

Indeed, a paragon of flawlessness,

I can bet her beauty, beyond all praise

An inception, inducing madness...

Her Soul, An innocent lamb,

So pure, purer than the purest pedigree

Decency and grace, beyond limits,

these simple virtues, mesmerise me...

Just sqeeze my heart, get a shoreless sea

Of love, for the Godess of Serenity

I wish, she'll be mine forever,

A Vital effigy of Sanctity...

                                          -  Kshitiz Upadhyay

SWEET SORROW

Loneliness, a feeling of sheer pain...yet sometimes, a soothing relief...

 

 

 

 

 

I was at a park,

So quite, no spark,

Dark was the heaven,

like a huge devilish raven...

Looked up high,

with a soothing sigh,

Saw many glowing things studded,

All, deserved to be headed...

But one, so big, so bright, so cute,

as itself, being the god's fruit,

So glittering and round,

held me spellbound...

So still, so innocent,

I bet I can fall in love, and wont repent,

I gazed at it, in fascination,

Was it reality, or just my imagination?

My joy, beyond any limit,

Poor Alexander won the world, but I had got it,

Though, was time to cheer,

I was happy, but in tears...

I jumped up high,

towards the sky,

to catch my love,

that bright, innocent dove...

I couldn't even touch,

But didn't worry much,

Without much care or cry,

was ready for another try...

Lungs exaggerated, air in a heap,

I took a high leap,

But still, was out of arms,

My face, began to loose charm...

Eyes now seemed to blur,

But was trying, over and over,

No matter fatigue, no matter pain,

was trying, again and again...

Hopes diminishing, lips dry,

Loosing heart, after each try,

I looked up with a frown,

The 'Mine' in me, was melting down...

Why does this heart gets wet,

for someone, it cant get,

What was my fault?...just love?

With that, 'Not so mine' bright, innocent dove...

Love is so rude, and god, so mean,

I love it truly, my heart is clean,

That dark night, with silence only,

was now stained, by this crying lonely...

                                                                - Kshitiz Upadhyay