" LOVE!!!!!!!!!!"

"My love isn't a game dat u play wid my heart.....

Its just my way of presenting mine soul as an altar ...

My love isn't an art of flattery dat u mock at its rhetoric....

Its just my way of oratory which fuse wid mine emotions..,.

My love isn't just loving u ...

Its just u gettin reflected thru a mirror......."

"ME"...

"I'm happy............without desires!!
I'm Satisfied ............without Aspirations!!!
I'm myself.............without the world!!!
bcoz I'm alone with a friendly ambiance!!!"

"Outsource thoughts ".......

"Moments don't tick like the clock to trace their effect but, their values r timeless which remain effective ,captured forever ...."

"Gazing constantly provokes intimacy but, peeping is trespassing....."

"knowledge is useless without facts!!!"

"Mugged up words r better than few learnt lines!!"

"Life is a work experience without allowances and salary yet, there are special offers to make it adventurous n enjoyable"...

"Harmony is a calm n swift flowing river which channelises in every individual's mind if da ambience around it is Intellectual,logical n rational.............."

"The days r running horses yet,we learn our living as an Ass ...Bcoz in India an Ass can even drive a horse!!!!!!!!!!!!!! lolzzzzzz!!!"

"Lyf neva tests u,it just adds experience to ur amateur living!!! so,neva hesitate to undergo nightmares n moments in ur lyf...."

"Tranquilty
is my voice....speech is my Chaaracter.....wateva,I understand is my
attitude!!! whether,my lyf is a perilous journey or a thrilling ride ,I
Just KNW m a part of everyone's xperience..."

"Sumtyms ur joy means a lot for others rather dan ur own sorrows ,bcoz lyf is not abt accepting harsh realities but, njoyin dem n smilin even though ur heart laments"

"lovedale"....

"Beyond any barriers and limits yet,within the borders of divine souls...
like a cherry on an icing cake,the sweetest n delicious of all ..
Neither distinguished nor simplified...
like every emotion n thought binds up to b coherent n ambiguous..
purest of all heavenly bliss....
This sense or feeling is what we call 'love'..."

"A date with Wait!!!!!!!"

Its raining at the evening hours on the sky with the weather seem to offer refreshment and excitement to my mood.And I have been sticking to my laptop past 3 hrs ,browsing all social networking websites like orkut, facebook etc.Yet,Its quite boring to indulge in the same things again and again. so,I m watching a Telugu movie 'Happy days'.A movie that reminds me of my engineering life Especially,the past 2 yrs or 4 semesters.so, I have become extremely nostalgic recalling those yrs by putting 'smiles' n 'tears' to my face.The moments which I had in my engineering life might be quite the same and replica of the movie but,There are dissimilarities which I shall share some day with everyone who shall read my novel ,just to express how wonderful engineering life is all about???So,wait for the release guys and girls!!!!

"Heyy!!! may be all you, engineers reading this blog love their life and would relate the same through my novel"

"The trailers...."-1

my stories....

Chapter one...

Once, one of my school teachers had told “if you want to survive in this competitive world learn to “Aim” the bull’s eye first”, but I never understood what “Aim” was? Be it my closest school friend’s slam book or the admission interview at my first school, I have always encountered the same problem with this word in many questions like “what is your “Aim” in life?” “what do you aim at ?”.But, by the passage, answers to those questions became mysteries as well as the word “Aim”. However, after I passed my intermediates it was somehow clarified by

my philosophical father

that “Aim” is “A goal or wholehearted desire of oneself” .

I had always desired or targeted to be a naval cadet from the day; I started building paper boats and cardboard ships, even before I came to knew what does “Aim” means??. Although today, I’m unfortunately nowhere nearer to my aim and practically ,is a low-grade budding Engineer to a developing nation. And the credit goes to my parents, a group of pushing Engineering mates and grade oriented relatives.

I remember the day when my father in a close air-conditioned adiabatic auditorium decided to divert my desires and wishes by sending me to an engineering institute to construct a mechanical engineer in me. The moment was hard to digest and I had the purest liquefied form of my wishes washed away around the realms of my eyes. But, I consolidated my handicapped Desires and goals with just one thought in my mind “whatever god does, it is for our betterment”. Though, today the memories of those sour tears are somewhat swept away by methods of experimenting four years of engineering life .And My journey to engineering was even quite interesting .

The whole night went on tackling my body aches and mosquito bites on a 2/2 sit of a bus which arrived from the capital city, Bhubaneswar. My father had been pumping me every hour or so since the arrival sitting beside my seat ,“ Rayagada is a good place ……your uncle is the executive director to some paper mill and he has assured us that...It’s just 4 years of adventure!!!!”. But, even if those minute measure talks of coziness were ineffective on me as the trepidation of inventing a new location had grown exponentially.And to add thrill to the saturation process of my alien behavior, I had the corner window seat about which natural breeze was blowing.By passage of roads,meadows and attractive sites,my mind and its swinging moods went on a make-over .

The journey invited a son-father relation to bud . “Are you feeling hungry , sanket ?? I have some cookies with me…have them!!”,my caring dad enquired. I rotated my massy head that lied on the window pane to respond , “oh no…I shall have them latter. “But, Aaaaah!!, I just require that water bottle”. Hearing which dad offered me the water bottle. Holding the opened up bottle ,I said “Thanks dad…please hold the cap” . As the water rushed through my throat tunnel, it provided a sense of freshness to my dry neck and a pinch of energy ran through my blood. A sixth sense had invoked as I peeped out of the window pane of the seat and my enfolded ears out, heard the beautiful chorus notes of the hovering birds indicating the beginning of a new 'sunshine' day. Astonishingly, We had just arrived berhampur on time and it was noticed by the electric bulb shadowed banners and public boards on the way. soon the huge seamed-tyres of the bus rolled slowly to a perch.It was parked below a well- cornered massive ancient banyan tree grown on a large empty space of land where an array of local and town buses had rested day out, which the natives named as “The old bus stand”.

“Dear sankesh…please pick the red colored luggage and I shall carry the other bag”, my father spoke

. I dragged the luggage with my strained right hand by pushing and pulling a group of tired up passengers. Both me and my grown up father were severely restless and so, we just needed a hot water bathe and a long nap.

Meanwhile, a session of inquiry began between my dad and the conductor.“when is the bus to Rayagada? How long shall it take from Berhampur to Rayagada?”,dad questioned the conductor . “well It shall arrive from the stand at 9 o’clock or so and it takes about 7-8 hours from here to Rayagada”, the conductor answered with a tampering voice. It was Hardly 7:30 on my dad’s wrist watch while, both of us started feeling the necessity to settle down on a wooden bench of a nearby tea stall.We sat down with a conversation to pacify each other's tired bones.

My Dad had this good quality of blending his past thrills with historical events which was quite evident on his relaxing talks, “Son sanket… u know!! There is a hotel nearby may be that one, 'pointing out his finger', that serves the best cuisines of chicken and mutton. I had the pleasure to stay there for 3 days when I last stayed here at berhampur some 5 years ago”. I punctuated some bluffs through my words, “ Hmmm!! I would have tasted them if I have not been fried up like by now”. “Ha ha ha ….u na sankesh need some rest …”, my dad impounded with joy .

The session of father-son rapport used up the waiting hrs of the arrival for another journey ahead . I had three chocolate cream biscuits with two sips of mineral water since then. Beside such problems of aches and re-aches,the thought of the last night of journeying from Bhubaneswar to Berhampur had been continuously frustrating me especially, the echoed discussions of curious parents about the schooling system and education trends in Jeypore, Koraput and Malangiri in the bus. The impact of which was recalled again and again till now. yet, I got distracted out of them as a white striped bus with a board of “RAYAGADA-GUNUPUR-PARLAKAMUNDI” was spotted by my sunk eye balls. Seeing which ,I informed my dad with utter urgency “Dad the bus ..the bus to Rayagada is here”. “yaa…lets catch it ..carry the luggage son” my dad replied. But, it was late enough to catch up the front row seats .and we got two back row seats that were placed above the rear axle of the bus and the result was, the rest of our journey had to be 'memorable' ahead.

The bus had been loaded up with passengers and it became loftier as quantum of potatoes, onions and pumpkins were placed on the rust long roof-railings of the bus. Hopefully, the journey began with a good note of punctual Indian standard timing .And the Invention of 4 long years of E-life (engineering life) ahead was just 7 hours of stressful venture away.

Life was mating time as these 7 hours of journey was almost a formality to the outcome of discovering the magnificence of natural beauty and heavenly bliss. The twists and turns of our bus on a rugged uneven path had already brought about a sense of unmatched adventure and passion on the way. One after the other pit stops passed with the bus catching up speed. My soul wanted to experience every possible event and occurrences but, the eyes needed just “Rest”. With time passing by like streams of a river , the journey progressed nurturing Both , me and my 'tired' dad with a sound relaxing sleep . And we had simply shuttered our mind and eyes as the bus came closer entering Rayagada.

My social affair....

“love”, “care” n “affection” ,the three moral familiar words ,that we all have come across either through our teachings or practices. Our parents or teachers or friends share with us these love, care and affection but, there are many who don’t even understand what “love” means??? “care” implies to? and what “affection” calls for? .These are the cute,innocent tiny tots ,the millions of children in India who lead a malnutrition and deficient life, even hold up illiterate livelihood and are treated ruthlessly. As children, they are meant to play games, discover new things and aspire goals. However, either they are found washing dishes in some homes or picking re-cycled plastics. And we don’t even care about them for which we make out faces either with pity or on disgrace to react as humans, displaying our humanitarian attitude. Today, the world is fast changing and we as Indian growing faster as economy power. Yet , we still lack that “humanity” within us. We are pacing up with population and pollution. we have lot of problems with money, personal affairs , official works ,emotional attachments but, these children don’t have a good life to search out problems because they r born with problems like “AIDS,PROGERIA,ASPERGER and such VARIOUS SYNDROMES .some even are in-born blind, dumb, defective OR severe disease affected”. Whereas ,we are normal with birth,love,care and affections. And so we have plenty to offer ,support, love and care to share , heal n pacify their sorrows n pains …….. Help them!!! They need u!!!

"Engineering fundas"...

Facts that are vital in engineering :-

1.Never talk or write too much in English ,when the next person judging you is jealous about it.

2.It is impossible to resist oneself from watching beautiful landscapes and sceneries out of the window panes,when the classes are too boring.

3.Orkut is the best platform for adobe photoshop ,especially when you can edit and save some photos of a girl.

4.A lecturer's encouragements and praises for a student grows up by grades and percentages .

5.There is no handbook,steam table ,logarithmic book or browser to search good beautiful and intelligent girls.

6.calculators ,laptops and mobiles are the source of pampering and dependability of students.

7.Every day has a tomorrow and every tomorrow ends up in a deadline.

8.strikes and demands are the fundamental rights to accomplish useless desires .

9.Where there is a way ,there is a will.

10.Time and tide can wait for technology.

"mom, its just u!!!"

‘Livelihood ,luck and love ,all of them are simply chapters of a well-begun surprise or an unfair shock in the story called “life”….’,A thought spill out of my mind. I m sanket mishra, a name ,a protagnist and central theme of my own life. It’s my fate that makes me a puppet to play a role , a character in my own life and recall that I m solely responsible . However, no one cares for what I have faced or experienced in my past except some who really care about me like my mother.From the day I got birth, my mother understands me without even any doubt .she doesnt need to enquire about her son from anyone, neither she act as a spy to her son.she knows her son very well and it reflects when her phone call has a charm of unmatched care and love. ‘kemiti achu kire???’,’ kana kae chu na nahi???’,’kebe asibu??’,such questions that being so interrogative shows up her motherly love and unconditional affection . for me, my mother is just that surprise that shall turn me shock when I loose her. She brings me luck not by wishing "best of luck ,son!!"but, by constantly praying the almighty for her son and ultimately ,she is my source of life,”livelihood”….and so she is my "livelihood,love and luck" ,also for everyone else if they feel and consider like I do....... thanxxx Bou...

"A life with a dream to spare..."

Dreams aren't visions that I could fill in my eyes...

Life went by seconds while,I found myself observing an hour...

unsharpened skills to tackle people and their ways....

A goal yet to achieve , distance measured far...

Yet, I m a character that noone can ever read anyway...

so complicated ,unmatched with anyone on par....

Sanket mishra - A Name so significant....

It was a bright sunny sunday morning of february with a fair and innocent brahmin woman shouting out with pains of delivering a life which had been nourishing since nine months in her womb. The gyanaecologist had lost hopes for a normal delivery and decided to operate the lady. With a team heading the gynaecologist,herself and a group of highly qualified physicains, it was finalised for a 18 hr sophasticated operation with the best medical service provided in the O.T.Hopefully,the outcome of the operation was successful with a caesarian baby born on 28th of the month,narrowly escaping by the leap year's day . The baby was fair,tall and quite healthy with bright yells(crys) on his face.The mother and father were both happy and pleased on having this child as a boy.The boy was their third child and only son beside the other two children who were girls.The family was now complete and their journey for a better bonding had begun on a good note of prosperity and happiness. like every other parents ,the mother and father were very cautious of their new born caesarian boy.They took all neccesary medical precautions to avoid any kind of infections and diseases effecting their child, the extent of which was the other two children were not permitted to even touch.Physically ,the boy was averagely estimated with a good physique and had impressed the visitors with his appearance who visited him in the hospital room where he took birth. To view this baby boy,all his close relatives from both the mother and father sides came with blessings and wishes for the new born. Packets of bournvita, biscuits and cerelac purchased from nearby stationaries were offered to the baby's mother on receiving which the mother gave pleasant smiles in return. The baby needed an identity after his birth inspite of being called by several pronouns and adjectives. And so the mother decided to consult the elders of the family.The elders took the whole hearted responsible to name the mother's baby.with all the permutations and combinations of various ritual names, they derived a name,identity "Sanket" which meant " an indication or symbol". Thus, he got a name so significant which was written on his birth,school, matriculate, intermediate and many more certificates.The society till date , recognise him with this name and associate their perceptions saying "ohhhhhhhh that sanket!!!".....and the process goes on..