My Journey with PACH!

To PACH,
I love you so much!
Saach Saach!
I’ll miss you PACH 


Who knew our lives would change this way,
When we walked into CCD that day?
I was reserved and partially nervous,
I only knew this one girl, who is presently preparing for her civil service,
Then I met this Looney-Toon family – one founder at a time,
And a collared shirt man with a unique recipe of laughter to break the ice,
You opened your heart to complete strangers, it was truly sublime.
These were good people – genuine and nice.

It wasn't long before we let our guards down and got in touch,
‘Arrey yeh to honna hee thaa’ said our founder, ‘After all, this is PACH!’
The poetry connected us to each other and made us introspect too,
Some got inspired, some were admired, some even said ‘I love you’.

We have a Shaire of Shayari who’s now become a rap artist,
We have a diamond in the rough whose dog’s name is poof!
We have a big lovely Panda to add to the list,
And a small cute elephant who sits under the roof!
But no law of the jungle was applied here,
No rivalry for territory or love,
In fact we have an environmentalist who protects plants and saves Deer,
And a split-personality psychologist who sits as peaceful as a dove!

Before the fall, Eden must have been something like this,
Peaceful, serene, full of love and enchanting,
Brimming with creative fervor and nothing amiss,
Here we are all complete, united in every heart beat.

Personally I have grown ten-fold with you guys,
Harboring strength, facing fears, accepting the truth and forgetting broken ties,
I’m renewed, re-born a new me,
Because of the love of this wonderful PACH Family.


Thank you PACH ! :)

TRUE LEGEND

There was once a man with a plan. “I want to be famous!” He said as he dreamed of the future where he would get much recognition. “Such beautiful sculptures will I make, that generations will remember my name! They will stand the test of time and make me one with immortality!” He exclaimed before embarking on his journey. The man’s name I will not mention for he no longer wishes it so. Listen to his tale and you’ll know why.

The man tried and tried but no sculpture could he make that got him his fame. He tried for days, then weeks, then months, then years but to no avail. Forget fame, even modest appreciation rarely came his way. Out of pity, a few customers would sometimes buy his works and pay him a pittance which provided two square meals for the day. The fame never came, the struggle carried on. Little changed. The sculptures lay unsold; the hunger for greatness began to fade. The tools began to gain rust; the hands grew pale. Finally one day, the man sighed “I’m tired” he said. Indeed he was. The pursuit for fame had been long and unrewarding. With anger and relief he destroyed his dreams. For once and for all, he abandoned his pursuit. “Useless! Devil! Vile monster! I bid thee adieu! Too long have you held me in your grasp! I free myself from your chains! No more do I want fame!” He exclaimed. “You my art! You have been my sole companion. You offered peace but I chose ambition’s frustration. You were there on my pillow on the hungry nights; you were there on the lonesome mornings. But I have been a blind fool. To find fame, I missed the pleasures you so graciously grant. Forgive my greed and accept me to become one with thee.” The man put his mind to his creation. This time the hand flowed with grace rather than with rush. His eyes followed the sculpture with love rather than with anticipation of a fortune. His body swayed comfortably as if dancing to a melody rather than with contracting muscles focused with tension. His fingers worked with divine precision and design. In a short while, it was complete; his first masterpiece. But he din’t know it. For him the joy lay no longer in the result; it lay in the process. No pain anymore; no suffering; nothing to achieve. Sitting silently, following his art, he felt complete. Higher than fame, more than glory, beyond immortality; he was one with body and mind. It was no surprise that the results were spectacular. He sat in his workplace for 3 days and 3 nights creating 13 sculptures of unmatched skill and brilliance. On the 3rd Night, he lay down exhausted. He never woke up again.

The awful stench attracted a hungry stray dog that crept into the basement in the wee hours of the night and devoured his remains. It wasn’t until the new tenant’s curious child opened the door and got the shock of his life that the news came to be public knowledge. The police came. The investigation was conducted. But no name could be put to the dead man’s body. They searched for a signature of the artist on his work perhaps. Upon close examination they saw it had been stricken off from most of the figures barring 13 relatively newer ones. The name etched into these ones simply read –

“Anonymus”

On the walls, a message was painted –
“Fame was once my delight but it became my poison. My art rescued me. It brought me joy. What’s in a name? It’s designed to fade with time. But one’s deeds, they are remembered forever.”

Book Review - The Name of This Book is Secret by Pseudonymous Bosch

This is officially the first book review I am posting on my blog. How I would love to say 'This book was awesome' and 'GO AND BUY IT NOW!!!' but sadly my opinion is quite the opposite.

But before I present my official verdict let me tell you, I bought this book a few years ago when I was still in school. The title page caught my eye and the first chapter was even more fun. I am reading it now, after my college is finished. So my opinion as a 22 year old would definitely differ from a general school reader. I am a person who is more generous with compliments than a critic cares to be. I express admiration where admiration is due. Sadly for this book, admiration is not even a consideration infact interest is a luxury. Thankfully though It wasn't so bad that I was unable to finish it, unlike certain absolutely horrible books that have put me to sleep on more than one occasion. (All respect to Virginia Woolf but sorry Ma'am, 'Mrs. Dalloway' put me to sleep better than any bed-time story ever written).

So you might say, I got through it. If however your fresh outta college and looking for a good book to read - this book is not for you. If your in school and looking for adventure and a fun experience - this book is still not for you. If however your a first time author and your looking for how NOT to write a book - THIS IS A MUST READ. Here's the problem with Mr. Bosch - The man or woman (since his identity is kept a 'secret' - wise choice for people would've killed him by now for writing this shit), has spent half the novel narrating how you should not read further or how he's already said too much or how the 'secret' is an unbearable burden which no reader should bare. After creating all this suspense, one would expect the culmination of the novel to if not leave you completely satisfied atleast attempt too. Sadly this does not happen. In a lackadaisical turn of events the author quite frankly suggests you to make your own ending.

The protagonist Cassandra is an eleven year old girl who is a 'survivalist' collaborating with another boy - 'Max Earnest' whose non-stop talking is rarely appreciated and both our 'heroes' find a magician's diary that creates much mystery. The mystery is not fully revealed, yet it seems the man has discovered a secret which is the fundamental basis of all life and a certain cult of Alchemists want to get their hands on it. The novel revolves around how these two children throw water on the plans of these two genius, semi-immortal, strange bad guys and getting themselves out of a sticky situation.

Here's the truth - Just when you think the book's about to get good - the plot loses its direction and the fuzzy drink which you open expecting the bubbles to over flow turns out to be flat. Its a proper let-down.

The action sequences have little action, the characters have little depth barring maybe Cassandra and Max-earnest. The profiles of the bad guys is incomplete, the profile of the dead magician (who apparently still lives) remains unclear. After a point you ask yourself 'What are these kids trying to solve anyway?' and sadly you get no concrete answer. There are bits of the book that give you bits of creativity, knowledge and ideas - eg. the concept of Synesthesia, Alchemy, the construction and setting of 'The Midnight Spa', etc. The question of what exactly is 'The Secret' is unanswered and our good guys are reprimanded for their heroic deeds by their school principal rather than be awarded for basically getting in trouble and being saved by a secret agent who conveniently appears when required and just as easily disappears.

Structure wise Ring composition is used heavily and adds flavor to the writing but the dis interesting nature of the content fails to add value to the narrative. The inconsistent formal-informal tone the author strikes with the reader initially attractive later just makes one realize what a waste of time it has all been. In an attempt to salvage the debacle, the twist ending gives you hope; a light at the end of the tunnel but by this time you seem to ask yourself if you really care about any character at all.

So all in all I'd rate this book a miser 2/5 stars.

If this is your first book Mr. Bosch, you sir have a long way to go. But this much I do agree that you have great potential. I suggest you use it for your next project.

If there's one lesson I learnt from this book is that if the author tells you 'Don't read further' You might wanna take his word for it.

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FROM THE HERMENUTIC VIEW

In the land of the Indigo children,
I see all that can be seen,
Come, lets see the sacred 150 year old Banyan tree,
Standing resolute, deep rooted and mighty.

For the monkeys, the branches are a playful exercise,
For the bees, an ideal spot for their next hive,
For the homeless, it is a place to rest one’s weary eyes,
For the Lord Buddha, it is a place of awakening and coming alive.

In front of it is an idol of Lord Ganesh with a freshly lit Agarbatti,
Behind it here comes a man to pee,
Beetles run hastily all over it, probably in search of a gastronomical delight,
While the Fireflies emit small amounts of radiant light.

This tree is so like the Earth,
Full of life yet silent and still,
Under its thick canopy echo sounds of Gilli Danda and mirth,
Look! Look! Running off are two squirrels with zeal.

Just one day of observation and I learn so much,
And too think I was knowledgeable,
The eye’s lesson is over, and what of the ear, nose, taste or touch?
How right was Socrates fable*.
(* - Socrates once narrated a piece whose moral stated by him was – ‘All I know is that I know nothing’)

I learn my own lesson from all this too,
There are multiple ways of looking at anything,
Work can be fun, girls can be just friends, not every ghost has to scare you,
The greatest powers of destruction can be vested in a small stone Shiv ling.

It all boils down to the way we look at it,.
It’s we, not the world, who decides good or bad,
So the next time something’s upsetting you,
Change your outlook, your attitude,

Who knows? It might just be you who’s making you feel sad.
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Completed on 1/6/2010
By Anirudh Vasdev

NATURE !

How beautiful is this Night!
What a sight to see,
The cool winds, the cloudy sky,
The shinning white moon as bright as it can be.

The people turn off their televisions and take a walk seduced and enchanted,
The birds glide, the crickets bounce with glee,
Mother Nature has come alive,
Feel the bliss engulf you in a slice of divinity.

The spirit comes alive,
The trees sway and dance to the rhythmic beat,
The beetles buzz, the flowers smile,
O Nature! What a feat!

The aroma is exotic,
Hiding in the sky god himself envies man today,
Heaven and Earth are at present united,
Enjoy the magnificent silence, no word need be say.

Like the sound of the ripples of the waves,
It is soothing and rejuvenating,
Like the touch of early morning dew,
It is fresh and invigorating,
The poor man out on the street enjoys it first,
The V.I.P. remains oblivious in his luxury,
The stray dogs jump around playfully,
While the ones inside the house long to be set free.

This is Nature's glory!
Unbiased, unrestrained, all for one and one for all to witness thee!
Look Man! Look at it closely.
Feel your puniness in the face of this grand entity.
Worship it! Be one with it!
Don't abuse it for your own selfish needs.

Its grace is unbound,
It redefines royalty,
No armor, no sword, no pistol to carry,
Yet it extends itself, allowing us to bask in its glory.

So peaceful, so silent,
Yet so full of vibrant energy,
Your expanse is unfathomable,
No sight so mystical has ever before been seen.

Give my kind wisdom O High and Mighty!
Fools we are in front of thee!
Dare to defy you with our childish bigotry,
Spare us our fate for we are your children,
Guide us to your solemn company.

So blinded have we become,
So arrogant and stupid,
We see not the demons we construct,
We ignore the 'us' and privilege the 'me'.

This night is so beautiful,
Do we deserve to experience it? Are we worthy?
Nature's kindness go unacknowledged for,
Gratitude and compassion are qualities of the few rather than the many.

How long will it take for you to see the truth?
Till when will you persist with your stubborn foolery?
Look in the mirror and ask your conscience,
'Have I really accomplished what i set out to achieve?'

This night is just a glimpse,
The oceans, the mountains, the grasslands, the deserts,
At every sunrise, at every sunset,
We are pleasantly surprised.
Hers is the only canvass that is destroyed as soon as it is created,
Yet how many times does she take your breath away.

A thousand Michealangelos cannot compete with your one moment,
What chance do we lay-men have?
We can only admire you,
And be taught a lesson of humility.
_______________________________________________________________________________________
By Anirudh Vasdev,
27th April, 2013.

Enemy of Existence

(First Published on Facebook in my notes...)

Reality ...
ah, how wonderful it is at times,
Seeing birds fly on the horizon as the sun shines on the water's surface.
and how cruel it is too,
when you feel you have no friends in such a big city or when the girl you genuinely feel something special for, feels otherwise...

Much time have I spent in thinking of how relations are made and how good friends become good friends...
I arrive to some conclusions which I feel suitable enough to share ...

This is the way I write when I'm thinking, so if your finding this boring, browse away now, don't say you weren't warned.

So my closest pals are Ujjwal and Azman, but what makes them so? It is a combination of our growing up together in a similar environment, mutual agreements and dis-agreements, sharing of laughes, sharing of ideas, dreams, hopes and experiences. Then again this happens with a lot of people then why speciafically UJ and AZ?
Familiarity perhaps.

Whenever we meet, we greet each other with 'KAISA HAI KAMINEY!' or 'SAALE KUTTEY! ITNE DIN BAAD YAAD KAR RAHA HAI!' whereas when were with other people n e one who uses this kind of language is considered all wrong and what not ...

U knw, I once heard that Buddha said that the root of all sorrow in life is desire ... now I've begun to understand what that means ... Becoz of my spectacular friendship with these two wonderful fellow, the standard of friendships that I have been exposed to are well (I feel) considerably very high. Now when I start afresh with other people and don't feel a click, the effort involved in giving each other time to form a bond is almost instantaneously lost.

But growing up too takes its toll on you. Friendships also differ in standard.

Makes u wonder ...

Now, take Ambika Kaushik, (I mention u her coz well, u n me were just conversin on chat so ya random u can say but thats ur luck sweetheart ...)
wat is my relation with her ? nothing much ... were two people who well, live in the same community, know each other, have no animosity against each other, were cool...
So, is she a friend, I think its safe to say yes. Do we hang out? No, So tell me, what kind of a friend is she?
One whom I wish on Diwali, Christmas, birthdays n thats it? One whom I can Drive down to Shimla with eat Kebabs and come back njoying crazy amount of thrill as we do it? evidently the first kind...

Most of the names in my phonebook come under this category ...
Nimisha, Eshita, Bhavya Narang, Guha rey.., Gaurav, Irshika, Kartik, Rakshak, Rudy, Tanvi, Manisha, Saurabh, Mrinal, Nil, Prateek, Pritish, Renu, Ruterjeet, Ruchika, Shashank, Mridula, Rohini, Shreya agarwal, Siddhart Kale, Sidharth Gandhi, Sumer Sandhu, Adhiraj Mehra (well, maybe he's quite better coz he's a columban ;) nahi, but generally also u rok dude..), Tisha Relia, Vlad ...
Then there are school batchmates, and well a few others..
Maybe the Debsoc people are well, a little more um, better friends than just that but a very thin line amongst it all...

So what's stopping me from making her (back to Amby Kaushik) an awesome friend like UJ or AZ? why can't she be sm1 whom I call at n e time of the day and say 'WAZZZZZUP!!!' and not have to think twice before I call ... ?

What is it? Is it my nature as a city boy? Is it my ego that prevents me from making that extra effort? is it my laziness ? or am I genuinely crazy?

I want to know, becoz I want to be better. I want awesome friends, and i'm willing to go that extra mile to get em, but I don't want em in a way where I bribe my way to get them. I want to establish bonds that stand the lengths of time, not links that are as brittle as glass.

If desire truly is the reason to sorrow, does it mean u should stop desiring and just give up and meditate to attain inner peace and enlightenment?
Bullshit ...
I believe u should try harder to achieve what u want and keep trying untill it comes ur way. Unfortunately, u can't force sm1 to be a friend.

Maybe I've spent this hour writing this note as a complete waste.
Maybe this enigma will never find an answer...

I genuinely have respect for some people, like Jason lal,, why? Becoz he did smtng I don't knw n e else has done in my lifetime. He united us. He made 12-B the bunch of Bastards that we always wanted to be but din't have the guts to be... He along with the others made my 12th and 11h memorable in many ways. Then later Victor, Ranu, Anshul, Rijul, Nitish all joined the party. uske baad to saale Jithin jaise log bhi sudharey hua bhi kamineey baan gaye but wat fun it was!
Then came the Mount Abu Trip which was like Yeah baby! Light my fire ;)

Tariq, Rohan and Addi have been good friends too. Rohan has maintained his touch and I like the fatman for who he is, ok, so i don't see him as much, but hey, were still good pals.
(Plus, with the kind of antics I do, I'm gonna need him someday... KOi na koi to mujhe sue karega hee..)

Then there's people like Nalini and Bhavya (Palliwal) who always show excitement when I meet them and I love their nature as people too but in friendships like those I feel i'm at fault for not stretching out my hand, and that's y they just remain well... acquaintances.

I feel like this abt Bhavya Narang too at times. She's very sweet.

Feelings come and go abt so many people man,...

(Fuck, Cold Coffee just got over... )

Feels kinda good writing all that down in some place where u guys can actually see it and know the truth. Hopefully u will read ur relevant bit.

If thoughts, feelings and desires truly are the 'Enemy of Existence', Boy am I screwed ... lol