One day to live

"Uno Dos Tres!"...It kept me waiting for almost three long months, and here it is...finally one more blog to add to the already other two on "BITS and PIECES" from fellow batch mates...Although it took more than four long months but the first hatrick being completed I expect many more blogs to follow (hopefully in this lifetime only..!!!)...So here it is a beautifull poem by a fellow class mate

One Day To Live
One day, a butterfly emerged from its cocoon,
And thought of all the things life could give,
It prayed to god to be with her,
Because she had only one day to live....

She wanted to see the whole world
She had many wishes to fulfil,
But all she had was one day with her,
And the day was at her will

She went from every flower to flower wishing everyone,
She met every plant tree
She left no one...

The morning passed peacefully
And slowly afternoon came
She sang and danced with the others
But in heart she knew everything was not the same

And as the night started,
To light its bright silvery stars
The butterfly bid goodbye to all
And started its journey afar...

And everyone had tears in their eyes,
Cause nobody had as much to give
As the little butterfly had given,
Who had only one day to live...

By Manshila Adlakha

(Manshila is also a fellow class mate and a computer programming genius...A master in C++ and a passionate novel addict...A really sweet person to talk with...And still somehow NOT a 'NERD'..Infact something totally opposite..!)

In Gods lap

“If you want to find God, find him in yourself...
And if you still can’t...then head for the mountains...!”

The magnificent Himalayas surrounding the Kashmir valley protect it like a great wall against the mythical dragons and evil spirits...the mountain range provides the valley with breathtaking natural beauty and its own patches of paradise on earth...It also provides mountaineers with great opportunities to conquer the mightiest mountains and the toughest peaks ever known....
The famous Sufi saints of the valley drew their inspiration from the mountains...The mountains form a part of the famous legends and myths and an integral part of the mystical world...
It was during my famous and rigorous Biscoe school camps that I got curious to know why some people give up all their worldly wealth and come to mountains, leaving behind their ‘few’ friends, families and desperate enemies...giving up all the earthly pleasures and luxuries and all the glory just for the sake of sitting on a mountain peak and gazing at the sky...!
It all seemed so inappropriate and crazy for such successful people to give away their fortune and take up the life of a homeless wanderer with nothing to lose...Maybe they were possessed by the demons or maybe they were insane...Whatever it was, it never made any sense...
The good old Biscoe days when we were made to scale the traditional tough terrains with heavy haversacks on our adolescent backs and wood for camp fire in our soft hands...

Even long before we hit puberty, we were already scaling the mighty Himalayas aimlessly in search of something we knew not....!
And that something was something we were never aware of...All the while I used to wonder the point of punishing our bodies and going beyond limits into unknown terrains and territories...Maybe it was the lure of conquering the mighty mountain and the treasured feeling of standing on the highest peak as if proclaiming our superiority over all other creatures or maybe it was the adrenaline rush of walking the treacherous and most dangerous narrow paths...I believed it was the natural greed of the human nature for glory which kept us going even in the worst situations...
But how wrong could I have been...!!!
Having passed all the physical endurance tests and conquered all the mountains...Still the same question haunted the adolescent mind...
The question which had no answer...Some gave up and moved ahead into a world of unsatisfied accomplishments where they would always find something missing from their lives, an internal peace and satisfaction which would haunt them for the rest of their mortal life...
But some persevered and resisted until they lost their sense of existence in search of the answer...

Some say the mountains are haunted by the Jinn’s and the wandering spirits and some say by the walking snowman called ‘Yetis’...and sometimes such unbelievable myths come to life when you gaze on the giant footsteps in the snow or an exorcism being performed on a mountain side...
Sometimes what you see is hard to believe...and sometimes such truths shake your soul inside out awakening it to an unbelievable reality...!
Many monks climb the steep slopes in search of the eternal Shangri-la and many Sadhus wander in hope of finding the mighty Shiva in the mountains...
The tough treks up the steep mountain slopes and the uphill battle against the elements... Maybe I used to interpret such voluntary self torture as the human nature of ambition and greed for power...But the truths hidden in the mountains never lie and they speak of the divine...

The gigantic mountains are a source of mystical experiences...Breath taking sunset and sunrise, the lush green forests, the treacherous steep slopes, spine chilling piercing winds...the melting glaciers and the fresh snow...the huge rocks surrounded by wild flowers...the gushing white waters...sparkling fresh morning dew...the unending long days and the starry nights...the uncertainty of time...the calm of the valley...everything a mortal could ask for...and yet the same old greed of wanting more...the desire to fulfil all the unsatisfied emotions, an ambition to go to the top...a struggle for an internal satisfaction and peace...a fight for power and desires...a fight for the title of strongest and most powerful
When the mountain finally beats you down to earth...tired and beaten...ashamed of the unsuccessful efforts...defeated and broken, having lost to the mother nature...then for the first time in your life you start looking around yourself, admiring all the gifts that nature has bestowed on us...contemplating and reflecting on how the water always manages to break through such massive rocks and make its way forward...how the weakest of creatures manages to survive in the most hostile environment...how each and every creation is unique and wonderful as if designed by God himself...humbled by the experience, you watch the tall mountain in awe and wonder...

And finally a DIVINE intervention....!
The spirit is awakened...a divine satisfaction and peace blesses the soul...
A soul which suddenly wakes up after years of slender and wakes to the voice of nature...The Gods nature....you give up and let yourself be defeated and feel like having achieved all that was to achieve...you no longer want to win...
It’s the feeling when you realise how small is your existence...how powerless are your most powerful attributes...a true realisation, as if you have conquered death itself
this feeling of being mortal and weak makes you lie back and enjoy the painful moment of your defeat...the moment when you look up at the sky, close your eyes with the last bit of strength left in your body...you see yourself elevate to a land unknown to this world...a land of the pure and divine...a land of freedom from desire and ambition...a land of fulfilled promises and wishes...a land of peace and satisfaction....a land of perfection and blessings...a land of joy and justice
Sitting on the peak of the mountain and looking at the world with a changed perspective, praising the God who created you from dust...
All the achievements and all the wealth are of no value any longer...All the ambitions and desires disappear into thin air...Finally you have found the answer, an answer to all your questions... you bow down and gaze with utter humility at your own humble soul...
Opening your eyes, you find yourself lying back in Gods own lap...
The mountain is no longer a question of intimidation...it’s no longer a challenge...you move on with respect for each and every step that the mountain allows you to take on its back...the soul has finally awakened to the reality of this world and the world after...
God always gives you traces of his existence...it’s we who need to open our eyes, awaken our humble spirit and start admiring God in everything that has been created...it maybe the mighty mountains or the vast plains or even a simple rock lying by a river...God flows through all his creations
A divine realisation of our mere existence and a divine creator of all...a humbling experience...an eternal peace and satisfaction found in the magical mountains and mystical valleys where you find yourself lying in Gods own lap...
Your own Shangri-la, an answer to all the questions...

Mystic woman

There she stood in all her glory basking in the bright summer sunshine, breathing in the fresh air of the early morning...An illustration of a poet’s imagination...A majestic creation of the creator... A Blessed soul...A gifted body...A diamond in a crown of pearls...A vision of the heavenly beauty...A fragrance of the divine...An unheard reality...A magical aura
Enchanted and captivated in the imagination of witnessing the holy, he stared at the mirror asking for forgiveness....Forgiveness of witnessing something so pure that even his white soul seemed black...
His love was true...but unheard and untold it remained locked in the upper left side of his humanly body...Silence prevailed...Despair crept in, choking his already tight throat...The voice no longer seemed to come from the same old man, a man of confidence and accomplishments...The ‘weeds’ were of no help any longer...He was truly in a spell...Unable to express and incapable to feel the sense of being loved...
Hidden from reality a curse that made him to hate his own human soul...The spell that had taken a toll on his ordinary human body...choking himself to death and unable to gather the strength to express his feelings...
The miserable soul never realised the reality of his short mortal life that he wasted in a mere pursuit of something he was never destined for...Heartbroken he choked in silence till the day God decided to end the agony and take him in his divine arms...
Spell of the mystic woman which made him to stop believing in his own God given talents...A spell which only death could end...
“But It was too late to realise the curse which made him to hate himself actually never existed but it was just a mere fabrication of his own shy soul...”
And he never got a second chance to take his diamond and place her in his crown of pearls.....................The spell of the mystic woman...

Global economic crisis

Finally some more response…Here I got the second blog on this blogspot from a fellow college peer Phani Teja, a critical thinker and a guy who loves Physics and its strange laws…!
Here is a piece of his mind on the current global economic crisis and recession…

The word in everyone’s mouth these days…"Why is the whole world up on its toes and dancing on it's head!...why are the investors not so happy any more???"
How did it all start…???
Some tough questions but let me try to answer some...
Maybe the economists can say that it started from the banks not giving enough loans...and also the closure of some of the world famous banks due to losses all of a sudden…the world hasn’t overseen the crisis in terms of rising prices…every time an economic crisis occurs, the immediate effects will be the sudden increase of prices…after it gets over as the world gets to settle, the prices increase on a normal basis…but the increase prevails for a long time..
Lehmann Bros. Co. Ltd are down…the company which withstood the crisis in 1921 could not stand for the present status…its sudden closure was received with a shock by Americans which actually shouldn’t be the case, as it was already expected due to the poor business and decreasing foreign investments by the top class companies in their bank…
Banks stopped giving loans...investors feared loses and withdrew money from the banks…as in a general case, a person invests money only to get profits and if he can’t see much profit he wouldn’t dare to invest…this was one of the causes for the recession due to the ever increasing costs the investors hesitated to step into invest money on projects...removal of money from banks led them to low down the interest rates…may be the coming months would see a 0% interest policies by the banks...
So what’s actually happening to the money???
the money in some amount is getting stored in the lockers(not exactly what u call as black money) and the rest is in the banks stored safe but can’t be withdrawn as u know for every investment the investor visits a bank for help and it is only with the banks assurance that he goes over with his project….therefore this vicious circle only tells you about the control of money flow… In a whole the Money flow is stopped, the banks are running slow and no big exchanges are taking place.
50 million (5 crore) Indians have lost their jobs in America. Another 10 million have lost their jobs in gulf countries …The increase is sadly expected to continue. ..Analysts say that it would take atleast 6 months or more for America to come out of it (the numbers can definitely increase ) and 8 months atleast for the gulf countries and may be more than 12 months for India to regain normalcy…
Directly or indirectly … Economic crisis has already affected every field
By Phani Teja

New Year Resolution

Yipee....Finally I got a mail....Someone ready to try at blogging or rather someone curious to know how his first blog goes....
Just few hours back, I recieved a piece of 'original' writing from my fellow class mate "D.KEERTHI ADITHYA"
Here goes the first blog on this blogspot from a fellow class mate

NEW YEAR RESOLUTION

I have seen the world in its stone age,

People fought to take away life.

I have seen the world in its middle age,

People stabbed to take away life.

I have seen the world in its present age,

People shoot to take away life.

I know what's coming next.

So let us join hands this NEW YEAR

Not to see the future but to

REDEFINE IT WITH PEACE

WHERE PEOPLE UNITE TO SAVE LIFE!

By D.KEERTHI ADITHYA

(Keerthi Adithya is a fellow class mate and a really nice guy with a fantastic I.Q. He is currently the topper in autocad at college and trust me guys, he can already compete with the best autocad engineers around...!)

Great work Adithya and really thanks for starting this whole thing...hope to get some more blogs from you very soon..
And yeah....hope to get some more mails from other peers as well...!

The New Age Bloggers

It's almost been seven months since the day I started blogging with the URL '2virginz' but unfortunately I was never able to find the second virgin....!
Always looking out for a blogging partner with an original view and opinion and most importantly an original style of writing.....but as all of you folks already know...all I found were rejections and some depressing depressions.....there was nobody ready to waste few moments of their precious lives on this piece of messed up blog........!!!
and finally when I had lost all the hope......
There was a DIVIN3 INTERVENT!ION....(as always..!!!)


Honestly and genuinely speaking, the best thing that happened with me over the last 4 months was that Oral Presentation which I have already blogged about...The hectic college schedule and the un welcoming hostel food had already taken a toll on my body....to add to the misery my assignments and tests were going pretty bad and the home sickness was creeping in but thanks God I finally managed to do well in something at last......

The thing is....actually after that Presentation about blogs....many of my class mates asked me the question...."HOW DO WE MAKE A BLOG?" or "HOW TO BLOG?" ...even though how much confusing they sounded....I knew the actual question was......"HOW DO WE EARN FROM BLOGS?"....!!!
Come on folks...No, need to feel shy or embarassed......we all get curious when it's about making money....and it was really satisfying to know that I had generated interest in my fellow peers about something at least....
So keeping this interest in my mind, I remembered how I myself started blogging with a dream of making some big bucks and how ultimately the whole mission changed from money making to freedom of expression...still remember how the whole idea of blogging cleared in my mind and I realised it was much more fun without the cheques of 'Google adsense' or for that matter any money making software.....The pure joy of freedom of expression is much more fun than any wealth which the world has to offer......ultimately I realised that recieving an encouraging comment on a blog or starting a national discussion was even better feeling than having few dollars in 'Google Adsense' account.....
finally the best thing was...knowing that someone was ready to hear what I had to say...!!!

With the same hope for some of my fellow peers who are pretty curious to know...'How to make their own blog' (or should I better say, How to earn a fortune...!!!)
I have pursued some of them to start writing stuff...any stuff...any damn topic about anything and everything from their own personal and private issues to any public issue...their poems their most stupidest jokes, the places they visit, their college life, their holidays, their childhood, their school...their lives or even the lives of their neghbours!...the people they love or they hate..even their crushes, their songs, their talents their experiences...just anything they can think of (but only if it doesn't hurt the sentiments of my college authorities!!!)

Actually the fact is...there is a blogger hidden in everyone of us, ready to explode with the pure joy and freedom of expressing his views and opinions...and I am here ready to start an adventure with the same aim of discovering some bloggers who can write about stuff and express themselves freely and honestly....
Here in this all new section 'BITS and pieces' , some of my fellow peers and class mates will be writing stuff (hopefully they agree to spare some time out of their hectic college schedule to type in a few lines)....just any stuff..........and let's see how it goes...


Anyone and everyone can participate by sending some of your writings to mirmusadiqali@gmail.com (anything and everything is accepted as long as it's your own work and not just any copied work)

Hope we land upon some discussions, agreements and arguments....some opinions and some unheard stories......hope we will discover some true spirited expressing souls in the process.......
Keeping my fingers crossed, for the first time I don't know what explosive piece of writing are we gonna come across.......let's hope we make this "BITS and pieces" a big online revolution or let's put it in a much more humbler way.....a big classroom of discussion over any damn issue or a big class room of unheard stories and unknown experiences from our fellow well known peers....even better let it be a place where every body gets his fair chance at expressing himself to the extent he or she feels satisfied.......!!!!

Let's start typing some true lines....!!!!!!
BEST of luck to me and all of us.......(Hope I get few mails soon....!!!)

The other half of the story ...(The Oral Presentation)

Folks, it’s been quite some time since I sat in front of my laptop and typed in a few lines....actually 4 months now since I last blogged...and I still remember leaving blogging at the crucial time when my internet traffic was at its all time peak....
BUT...here I am once again, reborn and real...matured and grown up...with an all new perspective but the same old passion for the freedom of expression...Here is the other half of my story....the story of rebirth and return to the world of blogging....

Last 4 months have been one hell of a ride...an entire ocean away from home...caught here in the middle of a concrete jungle surrounded by vast deserts and unending waters....here I stand in the middle of the world fastest growing city......Dubai
Well...No, don’t jump to any conclusion too soon.....I didn’t get recruited by any underworld agency...hahaha (lolz that sounded ‘sensitively’ funny!) nor did I run away from troubled motherland to the lure of foreign treasures.....
Actually the fact is......finally my homies decided enough was enough, frustrated with me sitting idle at home they sent some applications to the colleges far away from home......and some college accepted to take me in and the college happens to be far away from home in the cosmopolitan Dubai...

It has been a roller coaster ride ever since...Beginning on 26th august when I left home in the middle of a war like situation..(actually on the verge of a civil war)....still remember being escorted to the airport in the middle of the most strict curfew imaginable by one police (state police) vehicle at the front and one at the back...plus some state police officials in the car, just in case the Indian army and the paramilitary forces didn’t approve of our curfew pass and decided otherwise...! (trust me friends, thanks to some state police officials or I would have been as unfortunate as that unborn child which died in the womb of her mother only because he couldn’t reach hospital that very day...!!!)

I remember my last blog was titled “Kashmir on the verge of peoples revolution” and it got a pretty decent response from people all over...but unfortunately I was never able to blog the other half of the story...the other half after the hope of that ‘Historic Eidgah’...the other miserable half which spoke of brutal suppression and aggression which followed the very few days of people power....a suppression which shut away the last ray of light which had managed to come into the dark valley in two decades...
Well by now all of us know the other half of the story.....The uprising was crushed and the revolution remained a dreamer’s fantasy...
I don’t wanna discuss it any longer because it hurts to remind myself of the same old story......story of how the people got together and decided to bring about the change and how the changer never came...how the people got crushed whenever they tried to stand up and fight...it hurts to make myself go through the same shit again and again...so I better leave this time the discussions for the various biased political parties who fight for the greed and power...and the lure of rulling the earthly heaven...!!!
Trust me, the people are again left alone in the middle of nowhere with no one to turn to...well not in the middle of nowhere, but lemme better say in the middle of their own land...a cursed land which people over time have learned to call...”NO MAN’S LAND”...(actually, that land is not any no man’s land...it’s my land...my people’s land...)
Well.....as promised already...I have decided not to discuss the same political shit time and again when I know it won’t make any difference on this earth...when we got such great leaders and politicians and when I know any revolution can be suppressed by an armed forced suppression and agression....
Come on...be realistic, this ain’t any Gandhi’s world where people will continue facing the aggression and suppression with no force but a non-violent will to suffer eternally until the oppressor decides mercy...!!!
No this really aint any Gandhi’s world......so I better shut up and let the “big dogs” do the barking....!!! (bow bow bow...........let them talk...!!!..I must confess I can’t hide my frustration and anger at the some tall figures who move around dressed as hypothetical messiahs..!!!)


Hmmm....so let me stop the same old depressing shit and move onto the other half of the story....No, not the miserable half of my land’s story but the other half of MY OWN STORY.........

“Imagine standing on top of the world and shouting out loud so that the whole world could hear you...expressing what you feel and what you believe...your opinions, your views, your likes and dislikes...discussing your personal issues...shouting out loud and the whole world listening to what you think and reading what you write...
Imagine the entire humanity filling your pockets with all the money in this world; thanking you for the mere effort of expressing yourself....”
”Imagine a world where you get paid for expressing yourself...”
WELCOME TO THE WORLD OF BLOGGING...!

These were the few lines which I spoke at the beginning of my oral presentation in college....Yes, folks that’s what woke me up from my deep slumber of four months and motivated me once again to start blogging....
Remember how confusing my last blog sounded..??? “The Rebirth..And he was born again..” (hope some of you have read it...and got confused...and maybe then swore not to read any text from this messed up blog from some psycho blogger...!)
(I even got some comments on that blog, stating it the most confusing piece of aimless writing!)
I totally agree with the comments...
So well moving on to clear the confusion...here I go on to narrate the second half of my confused story in a rather much less confusing way....

Totally confused, I woke up at 7.42 am on the early Tuesday morning...
I had totally forgotten that it was my assignment day and I was supposed to be all prepared by 6 am....the day I was supposed to stand up in front of the whole class, properly dressed and give a proper ‘corporate like’ presentation on any topic of my choice...and the topic I had chosen.........
well it won’t take any genius to figure out.....“Internet Blogging”...!
Just try to imagine what I must be going through when a friend called me up at 7.42 am...and woke me up from my sleep shouting and cursing that I was up next for presentation in 5 minutes...!!!
What a way to wake up......”as if the guy on the phone had just said, sorry to say dear but you are screwed...royally screwed..!”
I woke up in my hostel room...totally shivering and trembling...just to confirm peeping out from the window, I could see “The Burj Dubai” standing tall.....Now, for sure this wasn’t just any bad dream but an unseen reality.....
Chaos and panic ran wild in my mind which went nuts and couldn’t realise what the hell had it just heard....Instinctively the first thing struck my mind was to rush to college which thank god was just 5 minutes walk away from hostel.....but then the second thought which reminded me that it was supposed to be a formal presentation given in the most corporate and professional style...thus I turned to the mirror and in no way I could have went through with this in such a terrible looking miserable unshaven face..........!

Adrenaline pumping...I took the trimmer, trimmed myself !
put some toothpaste in my mouth and never brushed!
Jumped into the shower and came out clean in record time of 2 minutes...smashed my wardrobe searching for friends formal shirt...took out the brown coloured (actually rust) shirt, then the formal trousers, the shoe....I knew I was missing something, but didn’t know what it was....I had already taken the USB Pen Drive which contained my all important slide show on the topic...
Oh yes, of course just to mention how disastrous it was...My speech was missing and my script was lost...so basically it was..."dressing up for a suicide mission..!!!!”
Ran to the college and in the half way another guy who was running with me for the same cause, asked me....Where was my tie..!!!!
Ahh...I can’t describe that feeling when you are racing like an Olympic sprinter, leading the track and in the midway someone tells you that you forgot to start from the starting point and you need to start again..!
So I had to go back run to my room..(which thank God happens to be in the ground floor) and put on my friends slim black tie and run back again to my class.....(hey...I never wanted to lose any marks on looks..!!!)

I knew I was already terribly late...breathless, I entered the class, I knew I was on next...unprepared and unrehearsed...
I walked to the front of the class...inserted my USB into the computer and switched on the projector....
Breathless....but an adrenaline rush which gave me no time to realise that I was standing alone here in front of almost 67 students with no speech and no preparation...and no time to realise that it is going to be total embarrassment and insult on my reputation........

But then...”there was a divine intervention” (as always.....!!!!!!!!!!)
I started with the few lines which I have already written at the beginning of this blog...and then I don’t know from where the hell the words came or from where the hell the confidence came....but I went on and on and on for next 6minutes and 11 seconds crossing the time limit of 5 minutes....shouting out loudly and interestingly about the topic...’blogging’...the best thing was the attention and response from crowd which laughed when I tried to make them laugh and which listened so curiously when I told them about the secrets of blogging for money and Google Adsense....I still don’t know what it actually was...an extempo or an advertisement of my blog.....!
The whole time consciously or unconsciously, I kept mentioning time and again about my blog...my very own blog!!!...and now when I look back at it...it feels embarrassing to be boasting about your small, little, tiny unimportant blog....hehehhe
But at the same time it gives me enough pleasure and satisfaction the fact that being unprepared and still able to speak some interesting shit....!!!
And then, I concluded with the following lines
“We all deserve to be heard and discussed...what we need to do is go home, open a blog host and type in our very own blog site...so that one day we can proudly say that, I was a part of the revolution...the most powerful and the most unique revolution which made me millions in dollars and billions in people support...a revolution which allowed me to take the charge and lead the discussions through continuous online postings and top the money list through regular cheques...a blogging revolution”

“Start expressing.....Start blogging.....Start earning....”

And yet somehow at the end, I don’t know how and why...after my conclusion at the very end while mentioning my resource and reference, the websites from where I got the content for my slide show.......
Unconsciously.... I mentioned at the very last....”friends you will very soon find a blog about this very presentation on my blog....that is... 2virginz.blogspot.com.....The Saints Are Coming.......”
THANK YOU


Whoa...!!! the response I got.....wow, can’t still believe...such a loud cheer and applause....some 'Hi fives' as I walked towards mam...our instructor and evaluator......and she said, “very confident, very interesting....very very good...excellent....you just lost two marks for putting in a lot of content in too little time...you rushed a little...otherwise excellent....”
Then as I moved towards my favourite last seat (lately a back bencher!)...the whole group of buddies congratulated me and some even called it the best presentation from our class and some were curious to know how to start blogging or how to make money.........
ahh...and it was such a satisfying feeling when a class mate said I looked good in the formals........!!!!
(I even got the slide show and the video of the presentation which I will be uploading as soon as my hostel internet speeds up...!!!)

Folks...No don’t get furious...I know I can get very irritating at times.....but seriously trust me...I am not trying to glorify myself, rather trying to tell you the second half of my true story...which made me realise that I am a blogger....

Happy and satisfied as I went back to the hostel in the evening....
Something from my presentation struck my mind.......... “friends you will very soon find a blog about this very presentation on my blog....that is... 2virginz.blogspot.com.....The Saints Are Coming.......”

And as promised.....here I am writing this blog

"Unconsciously my mind had spoken what my heart wanted to say since a long time.....A return to the world of blogging......!"
4 long months of separation but the desire is still there...........The fire still burns...!
As I have already said in my presentation....“It’s about the pure joy of freedom of expression”
And I knew now, this was my soul calling me to return to the world where I could express myself....a return to the magical world of internet blogging...............AND HE WAS BORN AGAIN....!!!

(Since my college doesn’t approve of blogging on controversial and political issues, I have decided to restrain from writing about any such topic....Moreover, since I am already over burdened with the hectic schedule of regular tests and assignments, I hardly find time to blog with the same dedication as I used to before...Sorry for the inconvenience caused...(if at all caused...!!!)
But trust me folks the desire to speak up and speak out is still there...the freedom of expression is still free...!!!!)