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Thursday, 30 April 2015

Farewell’15 (Department of English) 29/04/2015

Well, this day was a new day; like any other day, yet it had some definite ‘light’, this day was shining bright.

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The morning was serene, compose and vibrant enough to enchant the songs of happiness and love for people who were our ‘seniors’. We ‘juniors’ peddled our ways to college well before time, so that nothing was left undone, in the plethora of arrangements. So, as the seniors took their time to get ready, as few of the girls were wearing sarees for the first time in their lives and about the boys, they were much early to arrive than the girls. No doubt, girls spend time in parlours. Haha.
The event kickstarted at 11:30am, with the opening speech by Aishwarya Anand and Priyam Arun; what followed up were the  thrilling music performances by Nidhi Panchal, Priyansh Saxena and Archit Arora. Rashmi from the second year came up on stage to cheer up the audience and the ‘seniors’ with her humour and quick wit. In no time as the seniors arrived, the most sought after ramp walk came into show. The seniors cherished every bit of it, and their smiles did spread positive vibes with the colourful decoration by Shahana and Kirti in the college auditorium. Then, Guneev Puri and Shruti Shukla came up to take ahead the Mr & Ms. Farewell rounds.

The first round of the Mr. & Ms. Farewell event saw the seniors responding to the ‘dares’, set up by the juniors. Very interestingly, the dares moved the audience to splits of laughter and excitement. Every senior got a dare and they were really sportive. In one dare, a senior was asked to sell a junior and then Deepti Rathee and Harshili Malhotra were made to dance on old film songs. Shruti, the anchor took up a rapid fire round with Swapnil Hooda and he did it very well. In another dare, Naina Awana was asked to pick up a junior from the opposite sex, for a ballroom dance with her. She carried it along, very gracefully.

Just after the first round, three back to back dance performances took the energy of the farewell to yet another level. The performers were, Sushmita Priyadarshini, Seema Marndi in one dance. Aishwarya Anand, Priyam Arun, Kirti Chaudhary and Shahana in another nerve thrilling performance and the third one was a solo performance by Stefy Patel. Then the titles were announced for every senior with Surbhi Juyal getting the ‘Ms. President’ title, for she’s the current President of the English Literary Society. At the same time, every senior collected their titles from the stage and in addition a group photograph along with graduation caps were given to the seniors. These graduation caps were handmade by juniors who had been working for the event’s success for long. The pictures were being clicked continuously by photographers, Seema Marndi, Nitin Kudada, Ritika Pal and Raavi Joshi. Next came the second round of Mr. & Ms. Farewell event, when 5 boys and 5 girls from the seniors were selected. Here one girl was to drape a saree to one boy. This was hilarious, and everyone made the most of it! Cheers and applause greeted the participants on the stage. At one place, one senior, Jiwantika who was draping saree on Swapnil found that the saree was smaller on him, as he was too tall; yet he cooperated with her, hence his title of ‘The Friendly Khamba’ proved to be true. Dhruv Attri on the other hand brought a lot of laughter to everyone with his breathtaking ‘malrobe wardfunction’, which was enjoyed by everyone. LOL! ! 
The surprise event of the day, brought the smiles spelt even wider and made everyone sentimental at the same time. This surprise event was the ‘video’, which the juniors had conceptualised. The third year students loved it, and everyone wanted to see it again. They made sure, they were getting the video to keep forever with them as one of the greatest memory of their college life. The video carried all the highlights of their college life.

The last round of the Mr. & Ms. Farewell was the question-answer round and the teachers were judging it. The results soon came out, and Swapnil Hooda was given the title of Mr. Farewell’15, whereas Saima was entitled, Ms. Farewell’15. It was a wonderful occasion to be. Soon, the students posed for group photographs and lunch was followed where everyone joined in again.
The last event of the day, the DJ moved everyone on the dance floor and everyone danced their hearts out, to three years of college life. Yes, we will miss you dear seniors and we wish you all the very best in all your endeavours in life. May you reach the greatest heights and fulfil all your dreams. You’ll be fondly missed by all of us. Stay blessed and thanks for everything in these years. 
With love
Your juniors :)

On faces and disposition! (5.)




When faces tend to inspire you..
When faces tend to describe the world to you..
When the person doesn't know that his face,
Becomes a teacher for the viewer of its frame..
When the ground reality meets an imaginary man in me..
I learn more and more from thee..
Something what the textbooks and theories not define to me..
I find in your face, dearest man!
You're really an inspiring being..
With struggles in your face..
Your walks all spell out to me..
I learn from thee to keep moving..
Walking ahead..running..falling and getting up..
In my failings is my greatest awakening..
In your sight.. the greatest lightening..



‘Love', a journey!

This passage is where I find her,
Complete and incomplete in her existence.
She waits for me, for hours and days,
Until I turn back, to say hi or hey!


If it’s not love than wonder what 'love' is,
When she can wait for me as long as I return.
Is it, in my eyes that she finds solace,
Or is there something in my face?
That every time I find her looking at me,
She's lost. In a land, where she finds comfort.
I wonder, how can I be the comfort she seeks,
How can I mean so much to her, her peace?


But then, I don't have better answers,
When she expresses herself openly to me!
That she was waiting and would wait,
Probably for as longer as I would make her do so.
If love was this, then it was essential I suppose,
To feel light and pleasant, to have someone for you.
Someone who cares day and night for you,
I am glad, I am that to you; but then I fear too.
What if, in love we forget, other things in life?
Those things including our life goals,
and what if we are hurt in this process of longing?
Longing for only love, that is each other's presence.

This time, I answer myself by saying that,
What if we lead this walk together?
That, we know what our goals are,
and at the same time, what is in being ‘us'.


..
Gagandeep Singh Vaid
for Artist Address

Tuesday, 28 April 2015

As April draws close!

This month of April has been one of the greatest months of my life. Well, it seems quite funny that I can call a specific month to be the best month, I don't think I have heard it anywhere around me. Well, starting with; this month gave me flashbacks. Even when I write, right now; these flashbacks only give me strength to write. These flashbacks are about my college life, my journey and how it came to me, sticked to me and have me the special month of my life. This special month was possible because of this college journey.

I had been lucky enough to be the anchor last year in the farewell party of the seniors, the class of 2014 of English Department of my college. This year again, I am playing my part in organizing the farewell for my seniors, the 2015 batch. And, hopefully, I will pass my college this semester and come for the farewell party in the next year. I wish, and I hope I do.

The second paragraph was quite boring, I know. First one was classy, isn't it? Writing is really cool. It goes with your mood. And my mood is such phenomenal, that in the first paragraph I wake up to write nearly, only to doze off to sleep in the second paragraph. Then, you know; I am irritated when I put on Facebook updates and those are only making sense to me, given; I read them twice or thrice. I get a reason why, it hasn't garnered much interest in the last year. Although the numbers have come up to 560 with respect, I would say. But, these numbers never interest me. See, I am going to remain Gagandeep if I reach 1,000 likes, and now I am still Gagandeep. So, what a big deal?

Now, the third paragraph was recharging. From, recharging I remember, the Recharge Rohit every morning on Radio Mirch 98.3 FM. But, pity, they couldn't even sponsor us in our department festival. Ouch! But, Gagan. Calm down, it's okay. Come to the main point. Will you?

Well, to that I would reply a simple, straight- NO!

I am moody, so what? Who's not?
I guess, doctors can't be moody creatures. Respect for them!

So, great memories I collected in my college life. I am not able to sleep, I don't know why! I am a little worried, because I want to give a good farewell party, the boys and girls, the juniors are putting in a lot of their efforts; I wish, everything falls in rightful place. Until then, bye dear diary. You have always given me strength when I am scared. But, don't worry; you have a perfect team working behind! You'll rock it! Your department will rock! Farewell party will rock and become one of the greatest memories of your college life and the lives of other people as well. Like, your favourite quotes of your own makings. Gagandeep, 'have wings, will fly'!

So, here's this gift for you dear reader. Thanks for reading my open, diary entry and being a part of my journey along my long and moody walk. I wanna say, like you care for me by reading my works, I care for you.

Your gift is here, in this photograph!


 Behind the scenes! English Department!


Saturday, 25 April 2015

In my name!

I am afraid many a times,
When I am fearful of light,
Only darkness soothes me,
I feel my peace resides there.

For when I close my eyes,
Put a door to the world,
I am with myself,
In my own company.
I like being there,
Giving myself all the love,
the care I have. In little,
I do pamper myself,
I like loving myself,
it makes me realise of peace.

Beautiful words, such as warmth,
happiness, purity of heart and mind,
just give me reasons to be alright.
I don't know, how far my road stretches,
I just know that it's a road to be remembered.

Day by day, who knows;
Maybe, the destination of our lives end,
to one place?
That it is to happen to anyone,
that one's time on this planet falls short.
But, I want to live up to each day,
with all myself involved in living it.
That, I can't allow it to disappear,
this life of mine, in the glow of the light.
That, I want 'light', to love me as it did once.
I long to see the road dazzling again,
not that with the growing age,
I lose the very tender emotion to feel.
I want to overjoy on the clouds,
when my beloved would look at me,
I want to be, faithful towards life,
that one day it will give me,
what belongs to me, that I deserve it.

I wish to reach my goal, but above all,
I wish for peace to reside in my head.
I don't want to fight with people,
I want to befriend them, but then;
I want them to be little understanding as well.
Yes, fine; the few people I have,
who love me with all their hearts;
they of course understand me.
Then, why I am greedy of more and more people?
It's just because, I don't want to spoil,
my relations with my acquaintances,
I don't want to break anyone's heart.
In day to day exercise of life,
yes, somewhere or the other,
I may end up inflicting pain upon someone,
but then, who wants to do that intentionally?
There is something amiss, that makes that happen,
that years of friendship just vanishes with a quarrel.
This understanding I am talking about,
that I long for it. Yet, I am moving towards my darkness,
to give me wings to face the light and glow likewise.

Gagandeep Singh Vaid

Sunday, 19 April 2015

Yes, I am growing!

Multitude of thoughts pass by my mind. 
I know not what is cool for me, what is right?

I have some work bundled over since days,
I don’t complete it, for I think tomorrow is there,
somewhere near but still I have time,
there waiting for me.

This conception of idea, which revolves around me,
is about time.
It is also about, my dreams.
It is about priorities moreover,
but still I don’t know if what I am doing is right or,
is it wrong?
I ask, ask myself many a questions and in return,
I get little answers to myself.
They are confusing, yes sometimes more,
yet sometimes less but overall I am one such,
confused being.
For, when I love a girl, even then I am confused.
Who is not, I question myself. Everyone is confused,
in this name of ‘love’.
Well, if you really care for her then why do social factors,
and forces stop you from showing your love and concern for her?

Do you have answers for where you are heading?
When was it last that you were strong enough to have,
confidence in your walk that you said, yes, I will fly,
because I know I am going the right way.
Why do you have to look back at some point of life,
that people tend to make you feel shy or threaten you,
into bits and pieces one moment. 
Well, what do they think? 
Is it, that they think; you can never be hurt?
Well, whatever it is, it is your inner being,
which is getting to form its perspectives.
Now, you have started to take stand for yourself,
and that is what matters by what I can say,
that ‘I am growing’.

Yes, through all these communications, and exchanges,
with people around me, yes through the interactions, 
I want to agree upon the fact that yes, ‘I am growing’.


Gagandeep Singh Vaid

Saturday, 18 April 2015

On life and goals!

I thought life was symmetrical, whatever way we tried moving on, we made meaning out of our lives on that way. Given, we didn't lose hope and kept our faith inclined towards that very 'way' of ours.

Yes, challenges greeted us on every roadway but then to accept those challenges and move ahead was what made life interesting. Isn't it? It is like being a creator, when we form a story we never know beforehand. It is when we believe in this unknown story and move towards making it 'known'.

This is our life, a beautiful dream, with its own thrills, highs and lows. So, calm down and be contended, while keeping the faith in your songs and your goals in life. One step at a time, and you write a page towards a perfect novel called your 'life'. Make it worth reading mate, you hold the power to do so.

Gagandeep

Wednesday, 15 April 2015

Inspired from, 'Fault in our stars'!


Created by, Yogyata Khanna!

Companionship!

I am coming, Rustam. I am coming.
Brother, I am waiting for you; we will go together. Come fast!
Okay, Rustam. Then, wait for sometime. I am searching for my 'sports shoes', do one thing, check under the bed if my shoes are there.
Oh, under the bed? How come? The shoes are supposed to be in the shoe rack, isn't it?
See, you ask many questions. I came after playing a match yesterday in the evening. I was so much tired that, I came and slept, so my shoes must be in the room.
Okay, wait, let me check, brother!
Yeah!
So, here are your shoes. So, wear them and I am waiting outside. Come in two minutes. Okay?
Yeah, Rustam. I am coming.
5 minutes passed.. Rustam comes running to his elder brother. His brother is putting his watch to his wrist while looking into the mirror.
Now, this is not done brother. You're not coming. Now, you are standing in front of the mirror and I don't know why are you taking so much time?
Rustam, listen! I have a secret for you to keep. Will you?
Yes, I will brother! What is it? Promise, it doesn't go out to people.
While his brother is about to tell him his top secret, Rustam gives a blushing smile. It feels as if he has some idea in his mind. But, what can it be that made him smile? 
His brother wasn't convinced, and told him to go to the park whereas he had to go somewhere else that day. Rustam ran for the park smiling, and his brother was confused as of why did he just run away and why was he smiling? "Does he know?" He thought about himself.
She was waiting for him, under the shed of the bus stop. She was in her perfect sports apparel. They shook hands and led off running in the park, adjacent to the colony where Rustam and his brother lived. The elder brother was talking to Megha, the girl. While Megha was busy telling him, her stories and thoughts, Rustam found his way to follow the two of them. As fifteen minutes passed by, and the young boy kept his eyes on his brother and the girl; he found an intense desire to surprise them! Least expected for the elder brother, Rustam shouted his brother's name suffixed by the hindi word, Bhaiya which means brother and to give respect to his elder brother. 'Ramit bhaiyaa..', you came without me??? Ramit, the elder brother stood actually surprised by his presence out of the blue. 
Whaat are you doing here, you kid? How did you come here? Dad has told the security guard to not let you come out of the colony, how did you come then?
I am smart, you see. Rustam started laughing and Megha looked into Rustam's dreamy eyes, and greeted him with an affectionate hello. Rustam was happy enough, if not his elder brother.
He likes you! The little boy spoke in his sweet voice.
Yeah, I like Ramit as well. So are we good friends. I have heard lots about you, but met you for the first time today. You're sweet. Replied Megha. The elder brother had no expression on his face!
Come, let's run little champ! Directed the brother and the three of them led off, conversing thoughts about school, society and their passions in life. They liked one another's company, and the elder brother had nothing to hide from Rustam. Friendship was beautiful, the young boy learnt that day, when he met Megha and saw how Ramit bhaiya had liked her company, as much as he himself had liked their company.

Gagandeep Singh Vaid

Conversing with self!

That day was dazzling, and it was just awesome!
When she came up to me, and asked for my number. 
She had wanted to know about the timings of the shop,
next to my shop. I was new to this market, I hadn't known;
but I had always seen her, in the earlier shop where I worked.
She usually had earphones covering her ears, and I just glanced,
at her until I realised that I casted a bad example of men, staring at women,
and that constant gaze. The later times she came, I had by then corrected,
my eyes as to not stare at her. For, yes; I had known her face pretty well,
by now that I did not have to find more in her face. But, are you sure Rustam?
Are you sure, you don't want to find anything more in her face?
I know, you had read Paulo Coelho's ELEVEN MINUTES the other day,
and after reading this book, you were talking all the more about 'light'.
'Light', that was seen in the faces, yes that 'light', I am talking about.
Oh, dear that is right! But, hey! Did you just let her go, you didn't look at her even once?
Dude, at least you could have known what dress she was wearing that day.

Yes, I did see her face; my eyes didn't constant on her dress, even if I passed a stare, I don't remember what she was wearing. Moreover, I was so fearful when she came standing next to me. I didn't know how to react at that time, that I lost pace of my thoughts. You understand, Rustam? Yeah, dude! Her eyes were so magnetic, as if calling me to dine in a world of imaginative upbringing. I mean, to dine with her. She was soon gone, after she had taken the telephone number of my shop. I knew, she would call me; to know, if the shop next to mine, had opened or not. This was a new market, the previous one was demolished by the Municipal department for its old structure. 

Today, when Sohan opens his shop; I would thank him, for having his shop next to mine. For, it was just because of him that I interacted with this lady for the first time in my life. I know, I had no words to say to her. She is a lady of high class, and when she talked to me, believe me Rustam, I had no idea whether I were in dreams or in reality. I know, I often see these dreams in sleep but in the reality to meet her sight, 'Oh God, it was so special in itself.' Now, I am just waiting for the telephone to ring and when I talk to her, maybe we will talk again after today. Who knows..?

Gagandeep Singh Vaid

Sunday, 12 April 2015

The best of Artist Address! 4.

Dream.
You would never know,
When someone's dream becomes your dream, and when your dream becomes someone else's dream.
It is about magic,
Underlying in your dream,
That it makes you move towards it,
And accepts you in between,
All the barriers and hurdles.
It is your story,
In your wondrous,
Enchanting, dream!
-----
No dream was such that 'freedom' would bar,
No garden was such sans soil and flowers,
Your single touch had meant life,
in the glorifying 'stance', dearest sun;
that dreams would just worship thy glance.
-----
Photographer: Nikita Gupta
--
The lot I say,
The lot I interpret,
Dreams, wishes I do see,
I remark them in a thread.
There in the park amongst trees,
I witnessed the dancers in all glee.
They were in such a mood, resplendent,
With their art, their pendant.
They said, that they carried it ahead,
In charm and sophistication,
That it was dedication,
As well as, was it recreation.
I wondered and wondered and in their faces,
Even I danced across,
Writing in my arts' case,
And this time it was about them.
-----
That day was dazzling, and it was just awesome!
When she came up to me, and asked for my number. 
She had wanted to know about the timings of the shop,
next to my shop. I was new to this market, I hadn't known;
but I had always seen her, in the earlier shop where I worked.
She usually had earphones covering her ears, and I just glanced,
at her until I realised that I casted a bad example of men, staring at women,
and that constant gaze. The later times she came, I had by then corrected,
my eyes as to not stare at her. For, yes; I had known her face pretty well,
by now that I did not have to find more in her face. But, are you sure Rustam?
Are you sure, you don't want to find anything more in her face?
I know, you had read Paulo Coelho's ELEVEN MINUTES the other day,
and after reading this book, you were talking all the more about 'light'.
'Light', that was seen in the faces, yes that 'light', I am talking about.
Oh, dear that is right! But, hey! Did you just let her go, you didn't look at her even once?
Dude, at least you could have known what dress she was wearing that day.

Yes, I did see her face; my eyes didn't constant on her dress, even if I passed a stare, I don't remember what she was wearing. Moreover, I was so fearful when she came standing next to me. I didn't know how to react at that time, that I lost pace of my thoughts. You understand, Rustam? Yeah, dude! Her eyes were so magnetic, as if calling me to dine in a world of imaginative upbringing. I mean, to dine with her. She was soon gone, after she had taken the telephone number of my shop. I knew, she would call me; to know, if the shop next to mine, had opened or not. This was a new market, the previous one was demolished by the Municipal department for its old structure. 

Today, when Sohan opens his shop; I would thank him, for having his shop next to mine. For, it was just because of him that I interacted with this lady for the first time in my life. I know, I had no words to say to her. She is a lady of high class, and when she talked to me, believe me Rustam, I had no idea whether I were in dreams or in reality. I know, I often see these dreams in sleep but in the reality to meet her sight, 'Oh God, it was so special in itself.' Now, I am just waiting for the telephone to ring and when I talk to her, maybe we will talk again after today. Who knows..?
------
Every day a journey begins,
Every day a journey continues.
Life as a blessing senses,
Freedom and peace in all glances.

Thank God, for this life,
For I got to express, to write.
------

unknown and known!
the orange sky had a hope curbing within and outward of it.
it was this little yellowish ball like 'someone' giving strength and passing warmth.
in the greatest skies, this 'someone' was alighting the dreams, 
giving hopes to many 'unknown' people.
it was love, i understood that day, to care and be kind and be happy about spreading goodness and positive vibes,
all across our existence,
and who knows when our reach increases to give smile and happiness to others.
------
Wish me happiness,


Painting by Ritika Sarraf

Said the sun. "For I am going on a journey across. Across the globe in a day I shall go and return."
Wish me happiness,
Dreamt the sun. "For I shall be responsible for the many dreams which become or stall, hey Lord give me strength to accept it along."
Sun said to self. "For I know well, I shall cry in their falls; I shall rejoice in their victories, yet I shall be looked at, at every end. I am an actor on stage, always in my act. As one scene gets over; the other scene starts in an all new beginning."
-----
Who are you? She asked.
I am a star. I answered. 
Who are you? I asked her.
I am wind. She replied.
------
Do you write long narrative notes and stories? 
Yeah, but in them I write instruments of change.
What changed my outlook of the world, that!
------




Time has great power embedded in its stature,
It moves by and one's life is changed.
Such is its power, for it is time, 
The greatest instrument
to one's awakening...
------
Just for her happiness, he had opened himself to the world.
To him her smile was important, than his principles.

-----

He thought, he would never change like people did.
Then, he eventually accepted the change himself.
The life experiences had changed him fully.
-----
Posted by,
Ritika Sarraf, Nikita Gupta and Gagandeep Singh Vaid for Artist Address! :) 

Tuesday, 7 April 2015

Song!

Over the skies and over the roads,
Over the dreams that do prolong,
I look at you as you look at me,
Oh we frame our story,
Oh we are both sad and glee.
Like over the stars and over the stones,
We sit, we dream, wishes we compose.
Oh darling, we are a lovely song,
Beautiful couple we do form.
Like over the skies and over the roads,
This happy song we composed.
Neither you or me had thought,
Our togetherness would be so warm. 
It is about the skies, the stars and Sun,
That we smile amidst highs and lows,
This is how we formulate our bond,
Over the skies and over the Sun,
This song goes and goes on.

A vision!

and the skies had said it all,
about a journey one could cross the walls,
what would be seen was freedom,
to accept the world and the challenges attached along,
to walk through the roads with a song,
to dream high and happily aim for the skies.