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Tuesday, 30 June 2015

The first kiss

Today you don't sleep, You have been the tide. Today you don't dream, For you have debarred, Her from dreaming. The world thought over, That you were inspiring, They didn't see, How selfish you were. Look high at altitudes, You may have achieved them, But today you're alone, The journey of positivity, Has turned to negativity, And you call it a dream accomplished? I call it a loss. Go tell your dreams, They were incomplete, Incomplete without her, And incomplete forever. There's nothing to celebrate, What was, is long gone. Sit aback and cry few tears, You may feel relief, From your aching heart, You may breathe back those emotions, That you swore to have lost. You may get a little humanity, In yourself, you may learn, How to live. Life may give yourself, Few more years, And there would be no first kiss anymore. The first kiss was always the last kiss, Only if anyone had told, Your self so immature.
Gagandeep Singh Vaid

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Monday, 29 June 2015

On faces and disposition (6.)

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I was standing in the metro coach, when my eyes caught the sight of the old man. He was shorter in height, but positive in every foot that he put forth. He was attired in the formal shirt-pant. His grey hair told me, that he was still passionate about his work, his job.  A thought passed through my mind to consider his age, that why did he have to continue with work even in his old age? Well, the next moment I only answered myself- “there is no age limit to work.”

He made me think in the whole journey of the metro train which we led in the morning. Starting from the moment when he had entered the metro coach, making his way through the crowd. He couldn’t find a seat for himself when two old men were already seated on the seat where he had stepped forward to. They didn’t give him seat, even after considering that he looked older than them. But the seat in front of them was the one where again two old men were seated. They invited him to sit with them, in the same space where earlier he was denied space. I saw, the three men didn’t utter a single word but understood the words through one another’s eyes. They had understood how it felt to be in that age, when they had to continue their struggles that they had been leading all their lives.

Silence, composition and bonhomie amongst three men whom I hadn’t known, took my heart away this morning. I understood that it was alright to continue efforts if that was the only way life worked. For a moment, I did think about their retirement plans, that they could have saved enough money to sustain their old age. But, I don’t know their struggle or anything about them. Only what I know about them is kindness and strength. Through their short steps that they put, through their thin hands, they must be building on big dreams for someone at home, I realized. Those were my thoughts and my opinions. You might say that I was judging them all the way from their first look, but I learnt from them what textbooks couldn’t imbibe in me. It was love and compassion which their eyes sparked when their eyes caught me staring at them.

Then my station came and I had the last eye contact with the old man, whom I had noticed at first in the metro coach. He smiled as he looked at me while I smiled back and walked out of the train to reach my office.

Gagandeep Singh Vaid


Yes, I wish,
Yes, I dream.
Yes, I become,
Yes, I gleam.
Yes, I cry,
Yes, I fly.
Yes, I smile,
Yes, I glide.
Yes, I sit,
Yes, I walk.
Yes, I cheer,
Yes, I run.
I become,
Me, myself,
A  stream.


In your acceptance of me~

Her single touch meant to me peace,
It was joy, it was the incense of the cool breeze.
Slowly, silently it came to me,
Brushing past my hair, oh spontaneity.

Your seeker stands on the shore of thine love,
Oh dearest, love of my life.
Come, hug me and give the message to the seas,
That you would come to me,
For that matter,
How so ever the distance would be,
I am there for you, as you're there for me.

Gagandeep Singh Vaid

Difference between rain and storm

Times won't be easy,
Moment won't always be yours.
It depends on you whether,
You become bold or you fall.

There are rainbows after storms,
There are buds before forming plants,
There are aspirations before you reach realities,
There's a beginning to every big story.
There is sadness, fear before you meet peace,
But is the thirst ever going to fill?

Through all these instances the winner is,
But the person who sings.
The winner is a person who smiles,
Whether a crumb of bread you make in your day,
Or a full course of dinner you may afford.
Smile, smile because that's the only way,
You can live life happily and make your day.

Gagandeep Singh Vaid

Sunday, 28 June 2015

You're missed sister,Your brother!

She came to sit besides me,
When no one was there for me.
It was she, who held my hand,
Giving me the faith, of who I am.
Yes, she whose dreams I see daily,
Whose eyes smile, as they see me.
In childhood we walked the parks,
We played football, cricket on grass.
How she liked to read my stories,
How she told me, her love for fairies.
Times have passed,
Our distance may be far.
But one thing is forever strong,
That is the warmth of our bond.
For my lovely sister, Palak Ahuja :)

Friday, 26 June 2015

Wish you were here, my old self

There was a hope,
There was a wish,
There was an expectation,
There was a dream.
It all faded away one day,
There was no stream,
There was no joy,
There was sadness,
There was fear,
There was lifeless body in me,
Waiting to breathe,
To speak, to sing,
But it has all gone away,
Quite far from me.
I thought I was a good person,
I wasn't one, I felt,
When I saw in myself,
Those selfish interests,
I had lost myself,
With myself, my dream.

Being an ‘albatross’

Eyes look within my heart,
I wonder, how and what,
I have become?
Sometimes, I hurt,
Sometimes, I break hearts,
I wonder,
What has become of my being.
I don’t put question marks,
I know, I am one who inflicts pain,
When life was to be beautiful,
I made things look ugly,
I had put on them, stains.
I was wishful, to be a hero,
Yet I ended up,
Becoming a loser.
Loser in love,
Lover in dreams,
I end, here I accept my loss.
I was never a hero,
I was an albatross.

Gagandeep Singh Vaid 

Wednesday, 24 June 2015

Which is the best college in Delhi University?

It was a hot day in the month of May and I remember it vividly. I walked into the prestigious St. Stephens College, with dreams so high that said, “one day I will make my name, I will grow from here.” No, I am not a student of St. Stephens College. It was just a way of motivating myself before the 2013 cut-offs were released. Anyway, I tried my bit by asking the College authorities about their criteria of admitting the students in an academic session. I had scored 91.75%, which were really less in comparison to their headstrong cut-off lists.

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Soon I got to know that there were no admissions under Extra Curricular Activities in St. Stephens College. Students were admitted on the basis of their academia, although there was an additional quota for sports students to get admission. For that, students who applied had to be exceptional. It’s because every student wants admission in St. Stephens College, which is one of the most sought after colleges in India. I walked out of the college and visited the other Delhi University (DU) colleges, in the North Campus. Every college I visited brought a smile on my face. Every student in Delhi wants to study in the North Campus colleges. Bonta Park near the University area adds to the delight of students and the famous Kamla Market, is the favourite spot of hangout for all college students. 

Gleefully I filled up the ECA forms of all the colleges which were situated in the North Campus. There was enthusiasm, a lot of energy and optimism. I felt so much connected to Delhi University. I was fascinated with the roads, the bricks and the walls of college buildings. It was a pleasure to spend time amongst other admission seeking students who had also come to enquire about the admission process in DU. 

 When the first cutoff list was announced, I was overjoyed when I saw that my marks matched up with Dyal Singh College’s cutoff list. Dyal Singh College is an off campus college of DU, and I had qualified for English (Hons.) course there. I reached the college the same day but things did not go as I had planned. The cutoff list that said 85% marks meant it for Humanities students whereas I had studied Commerce in 12th class. For me the cutoff was raised to 95% that is an additional 10% for commerce students. I was disheartened, but at the same time I had ECA trials in other colleges, including at Dyal Singh College (DSC). In some colleges, I was disqualified, after I didn’t have enough certificates for Creative Writing (ECA field, I was applying for). In some colleges, I reached Round-2 and interview. But, finally it was the calling of Dyal Singh College, that selected me in the ECA trials and I became a student of Delhi University. 

My father told me it was alright to study here and at the same time presented me with a thought that I could anyway opt for migration the next year. So, I had no issues. One day, I met a senior from my department who talked to me regarding our college. She said something which I will never forget. It was, “You spend one year here, and you won’t want to leave it. It will make you fall in love with it.” Her words were appropriate, and today having spent two years in DSC, I am in love with it. Every day, I find myself closer to my dream, every day being a newer day my college motivates me, to walk up the ladder of success.  

I have found that wherever you study for that matter, you always find your own group of friends. In college we meet people from all walks of life and they inspire us time and again. It is like an awakening that a person finds in the faces of newer people, whom we meet and who eventually become our good friends. These bonds of friendship go on forever and make us remember the beauty of college life. For when we would look back at college, we cherish the times spent with our friends, our teachers and the funny as well as incidents which saddened us. Overall, we learn lessons to lead our life with strength and faith in ourselves. 

It doesn’t matter which college you get admission in. What matters is what you do for your college and for your dreams. So, don’t be sad if you didn’t get into St. Stephens College or any other college of your choice, because your CV may only show a high ranked college, but your dedication and efforts to follow that passion only give you, your identity. 

So, when the question pops up next to your mind, “Which is the best college in Delhi University?” then listen to your heart, because your college will be the best for you. One may be judged for which college one studies at in the first appearance, but life isn’t about one appearance. It’s a journey, well a journey of conquering dreams. 

The first cut off list of Delhi University is expected to come out on 25th June this year.   

All the best!


Gagandeep Singh Vaid

A Dream to Catch

My mood isn’t at all to write today, it is because I write stories that touch hearts but here at -------, I have to write articles that are seen from the grammatical point of view and not from the intentions behind the article. I don’t like working here for this reason, so I think at times that I should quit it. But then, I don’t want to give up so easily, I want to try. I want to be called a winner and not a loser. I have to touch heart- I have to spread positivity and affection in this world. My dream it is and only I know and care about.

I am a kind of a writer, who writes with emotions and feelings other than only factual knowledge put in the article. I would like to add that I have really grown as a writer, working with them and I should keep it up. For that, I should hold up to it. This is just the beginning. I should accept the tides as they fall upon me, because somewhere down the line, these efforts of mine will pay me great stead. Every day is something new to learn here, I have suggestions but I keep them to myself; thinking they would just give it a thought and not implement it. I think, being a new person in their team, I need to accept this job as it comes to me. I don’t have to be sad after all the beginnings are the hardest. Once I get the hold of this job, I shall soon get back my motivation behind the articles. My dream is near, I shouldn’t leave following it. I know, it’s round the corner, I have to reach it and I know that I will do that very-very soon.

“Future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.” – Eleanor Roosevelt

Gagandeep Singh Vaid

Tuesday, 23 June 2015

Doctors at Government Hospitals Hold Indefinite Strike

The resident doctors of the Central and Delhi government hospitals went on an indefinite strike on Monday. This is the first time since the coming of the Aam Aadmi Party government in Delhi that doctors have gone on an "indefinite" strike, in the Capital. The last time they called upon a strike was on 27th February, but it was a one day long strike. The government had called upon a meeting with the doctors' association. This time, it is "indefinite" as the government doesn't seem to adhere to the demands of the doctors at the earliest.
The doctor's at first raised their issues to the central government by writing a letter to the Prime Minister and the Union Ministry but after being given a blinds' eye, they had no other way out- other than calling upon a strike. This strike is in all the 20 government hospitals of Delhi. Around 2,000 resident doctors have been on strike since Monday. 
The Delhi Chief Minister spoke in favour of the doctors. He said, that his government will give take all necessary steps to solve the issues and demands raised by the doctors. The demands of the doctors are related with better safety standards for them in the hospitals. Other demands are to get better drinking water facilities in hospitals and easy access to generic medicines in the hospitals. 

According to sources, the “temporary” doctors at government hospitals receive their salaries very late. Such issues which the doctors face on a regular basis should be addressed as well.
In the wake of the monsoon season, the climate change may lead to rise in diseases amongst the people of Delhi. The hospitals in this regard, need to have adequate generic medicines and clean drinking water. The strike of the doctors should be called off so that the health of patients who are waiting for treatment doesn't further deteriorate. 
The demands of the doctors' association aren't inaccurate in any manner. Safety measures need to be the top most concern for the government. In the recent times, militants have attacked the public places. The safety standards that the doctors are asking aren't merely for their good alone but also for the wellness of staff members in the hospital and the thousands of patients visiting the hospital daily. 
For instance, there are no security checks in many government hospitals. In hospitals that have security checks, those aren't adequate. Ram Manohar Lohia (RML) Hospital has security checks at one entrance gate whereas on the other entrance gate of the hospital, there are no security personnel on duty. In this case, anyone can walk in the hospital from the second entrance gate. Due to this possibility, the security check done at the one entrance gate loses its value. The government needs to be strict, when it comes to safety of the hospital and the general public from terror and mischief.
Good health of the citizens of India is very much needful for the growth to happen in the real sense. As it can be said, “a healthy India shall only lead to a prosperous India.”
Gagandeep Singh Vaid
for Artist Address

Monday, 22 June 2015

Silent sobbing, silent goodbye's

Your name is wisdom,
My name is sky,
You never know how,
In few words we become,

Your eyes yield magic,
As there is distinguishable-
Glow about you,
Yet we remain distant,
It's how we row,
Now it is me,
Earlier it was you.
The sun rises in the morning,
It sets in the evening,
Your love hold great value,
It transcends the becomings,
Of night and day.

You bid me bye,
When even I shall disappear,
Under the waves of oceans,
We shall dwell into mud and sands,
We would be at peace that day,
With ourselves and the nature.

Gagandeep Singh Vaid

Journalist burnt alive in Madhya Pradesh

A journalist from Katangi area of Balaghat district in Madhya Pradesh was burnt alive, allegedly by mining mafia on 19th June. The burnt body of journalist Sandeep Kothari was found in Wardha district of Maharashtra on Saturday. He was kidnapped and burnt alive, after he refused to withdraw the case that he had filed in the local court, against illegal mining. 

According to the reports, the journalist was kidnapped while he was going to Umri Village in Balaghat on the night of June 19. He was on his bike, with a friend when the bike was hit by a car. There were three men in the car, who had beaten Sandeep’s friend, before abducting the journalist himself. Two men have been arrested by the police and they are identified as Vishal Dandi and Brijesh Duharwal. The third accused is identified as Rakesh Nasvani, who is on a run since the incident. 

Sandeep was working as a local correspondent for a Jabalpur-based Hindi daily. Naveen Kothari, the brother of Sandeep Kothari said, "They are related to manganese mafia... My brother was a good journalist. He exposed many of their corrupt practices”. 

This is the second incident in this month after a freelance journalist, Joginder Singh was burnt alive in Uttar Pradesh’s Shahjahanpur district on June 1. Joginder Singh had died on June 8, a week after being set on fire. He had accused a state minister of being involved in illegal mining and land seizures. 

Artist Address condemns these attacks on the journalists, who did their best to bring the criminal activities to light. Strict actions should be taken against the perpetrators of crime, and justice be brought to the journalists who didn’t fear death for what was right. 

Sunday, 21 June 2015

On fatherhood

The other day, I heard a conversation of two little kids talking about their fathers. One boy said to the other, “My daddy will go to Jaipur and brings lots of toys for me.” The other kid wanted to tell his friend that his dad was the best, he went on saying, “My dad will give me an ice-cream treat tonight, and he gives me a scooter ride every evening when he returns from work.” I couldn’t stop but smile, giving all my ears to their innocent and lively conversation. 
They made me question the stereotypes that prevail in society regarding fathers. It’s often said, that fathers don’t go to the school on Parent Teacher Meetings and that a mother always picks the kids from the school after it gets over. Father is depicted as a carefree individual, who gives all these important tasks to his wife. Be it, the household chores or taking care of the kids, from their education to their health. Now, the question is what is the role of a father in the family? And does it end only with earning money?
In my view, I think- these stereotypes don’t have justification in today’s times. A father understands his responsibility equally with his wife. A family runs with cooperation of all family members. In this new age, a father stands at par with mother and the notion of patriarchy that exists in Indian homes is nearing its end with the present generation. Father and mother should divide responsibilities and not fear from what the world says about them. These gaps should be diminished, and men should also take up the roles that women had been following in the traditional Indian sense, like cooking and managing the home. 
Father’s have started working in the kitchens, sometimes preparing breakfast for the kids. To making vegetables and clearing the leftover dishes after dinner. This change is coming in India, although slowly but it would eventually be practiced in majority of Indian homes in the times to come. 
If mothers in most Indian homes take care of household chores, then father’s work to earn livelihood for the family. Their togetherness and presence is very important for the harmony of the family. Just like our mom makes food for us in the morning, our dad drops us to the school. Our dad goes for work and mom picks us from the school. 
There are many difficulties they face together, to see smiles on the faces of their children. A recent example of a visually impaired man who gives head massage to passengers at the Valsad Railway Station, Gujrat is really inspiring. After being blind, he wasn’t giving a blind’s eye to the needs of his family. He worked to earn the bread and butter for his family. This story of a father is really inspiring.
Every time, when you go out with friends, or get late returning home, then it is your father who calls you to know about your whereabouts. Father’s are said to be strict or serious, but look within your father’s heart. He wants to be your friend, because he loves you so much. He has been with you, when you were a little kid; he knew what you liked the most, when you would sleep on his arm. When, you had wanted to go on a picnic, dad would take you wherever you demanded. He gifted you soft-toys, went for movies with you. All this happened, before you grew up, to have your own set of friends, and best-friends. Did you forget those times, when to your dad, clicking photographs meant clicking all those beautiful moments with you. If photography was a passion for your dad, it was because you loved getting pictures clicked.  
So today, on father’s day tell your father, that he is your hero! Tell him, what he means to you. He will love it. Happy Father’s Day!

Gagandeep Singh Vaid

Dog-Meat Festival to start in Yulin, China on 21st of June

Is there humanity left in this world? This question is asked, when it comes to the Yulin Dog-Meat Festival. It is when the dog traders’ in Yulin stand fulfilled in hopes to make a big trade on this so called festival. They are happy, that their profession would achieve a great boost once this festival gets successful. This festival of cries, cruelty and massive killing of dogs for food by the traders is condemnable. More than 10,000 dogs are going to be slaughtered in the two day festival. 

Few dogs are sold by dog owners, while large number of dogs are picked up from the streets and are stolen from families. This is done, explaining how such activities of creating slaughter house of the entire Yulin, is good for the health and luck of the city and its people. This act is simply the description of, ‘sadness due to helplessness’.  The Chinese Government says that, this act isn’t to do anything with them. Due to this, the organizers are even encouraged to keep the thoughts behind the festival alive.

The inhuman behavior started off in 2009 and has been continuing since then. The people, who actively participate in the killing of dogs and their trade, defend themselves in many ways. 

Saying that, dog meat warms the body and acts as a tonic doesn’t justify the idea of the festival. Rather the inhuman act, can’t find any justifications and the Chinese government should step in, to put end to such practices. 

The topic of dog-trade in Yulin got worldwide attention after online portals and newspapers covered the story about it. Many celebrities like Ricky Gervais took the lead and gave all of their cooperation to this cause. Be it through the spreading of awareness over this grave issue through social media, or pressurizing the Chinese government to stop this killing. An online petition has been filed where 15 lakh signatures have been received till now. 

 The dogs were packed in trucks from different places, including Vietnam. The journey from different places took days to reach Yulin. In these circumstances, the dogs bit one another after being open to fright and fear. Terrified dogs even caused one another injuries that were really shocking.  They were kept in wired cages later on, where chickens are otherwise kept. With the cages being so small, the dogs at times broke their bones and were left to die in suffocation. The traders had even surprising interests behind this scene of brutality. They felt that the taste of dogs got better, if they were prone to such torture and fright. 

For instance a dog is an intelligent animal, who knows what would happen to its state after watching the other dogs being brutally killed. Either their throats were slit or they were put into boiling water when they were still alive. Their carcasses were later cleaned and hung over in shops in the streets of Yulin, and put on sale. The dog trade in China is otherwise permitted and to have a festival in addition to it is a heinous attempt to dwindle the sentiments of humanity. If it’s not stopped now, then such festivals may start in other places as well.  

Many activists from the animal rights organizations blocked the trucks that consisted of dogs which were to be brought to Yulin. In the last few months, thousands of activists of Humane Society International took part in rescuing the dogs from these trucks. Out of the 23 attempts made by them, 18 trucks carrying over 9,000 dogs were successfully saved. The activists had to pay to free the dogs, for the amount that was asked from the truck drivers. Many individuals came out to buy as many dogs as they could, in order to save the precious souls. Reports found that, the dogs were brutally beaten before being butchered, sometimes butchered to death. 

The Yulin-Dog Killing Festival is to be held on the 21st and 22nd of June, this year. It should be stopped, as it is against the notion of love and care for life. 

Gagandeep Singh Vaid    


The best criticism, I take with open arms.
‘It’s not your blog Mr. Vaid. It is a newspaper.’  
It isn’t. I agree. It shouldn’t be. That too I agree.


The thing about working culture is,
That you can never expect to be late.
Because there is someone out there,
To take your place, so don't wait, just strike.


There may be many reasons for leaving,
But for now, don't let them be the reasons for leaving.
Rather, find a reason to stick,
Who knows if it works out for your good.


Hello Diary

It gets tough for me, to submit to the deadlines. Deadlines to send the article that I am supposed to write. Then, there comes the part of Editing, which I leave up to Microsoft Word. Sometimes, I can't give my best because my moody nature has to correspond with the deadlines. Then, there come judgement's and more than judgement's, the criticisms.

If you ask me, if I am hurt during this time? Then, I would say, more than getting hurt, it is about learning something everyday. But then, don't you think that few things which people tend to preach us about, we already know that they are to be done? Don't we ourselves realize them, that we have to be told about them, every time? Yes, I know those things are to be done in a given manner and you know what, it is about 'time'. One can manage time perfectly and maintain a good state of mind. But, I am just a beginner in all this. I have to learn to 'chill', as my friend's tell me to.

Also, that I need to not be too much wishful-as to gain everything, and every hall of fame. I need to wait for the right time to come. I need to stop, wait and close my eyes; being jobless, I have to celebrate myself. But, congratulations Gagan, you have a job. And not one job, but many jobs, that make you realize your dream in a manner. That you get towards your dream, one step at a time.

By learning newer ways to write, you tend to create your style and give your writing a 'pitch', so that it hits the bull's eye. So, until I get back to you again, I bid you goodbye, and pray you to be with me throughout, giving me the strength to 'focus' and 'chill'.

Always yours

Wednesday, 17 June 2015

Is Acid The Right Way To Proclaim Your love?

Ek Khubsurat sa ehsaas thi main,
Uss zehar ki bottle ne iss khubsoorat inayat ko pal mein mita diya.

Beauty is power and a beautiful smile can capture zillion hearts. The true beauty is reflected in the soul. But what happens when both your soul and body is scarred forever? The life of a girl comes crumbling down when she realizes that she has been a victim of the acid attack. Reports of acid attack in India are constantly on a rise.
The thing that comes to our minds first is what makes people commit such heinous crimes.

Acid Attacks in India have devastated the lives of thousands of women and their only fault was that they rebuffed the marriage proposals, said no to sexual harassment. Just because it has been difficult for the big manly ego to handle rejection; doesn’t mean they have right to scar a woman forever. The patriarchal mindset has seeped deeply into the masses.

Based on a data provided by the National Crimes Record Bureau the number of acid attacks in 2014 is more than the total number of attacks in 2012 and 2013.

With the previous year’s incidents of acid attacks we have few more to add to the list in the year 2015. The recent incident of a 25 year old woman from Bhopal has been a victim of acid attack. The alleged was found dead after throwing the acid. The lady is now being treated for 50 percent burns she received during the attack.

Not only this, a 15 year old girl of West Bengal was attacked with acid and later stabbed by her stalker. A 19 year old girl from Uttar Pradesh alleged the son of a local Samajwadi worker to have thrown acid on her resulting in the burn injures on her face and body. Not only this, she even accused the guy to have kidnapped her 10 year old brother and now threatening her family to take back the charges.

This was just a glimpse of how every day we have some or the other news of girls being attacked with acid. This has become so common now that we often skip the news as if it’s now not something new to look into.

We think we are safe then what is the requirement to ponder over such issues. Just put your feet once in their shoes and you will realize how it feels to have gruesome burns and scars all over your body, to get rejected by the firms because of your disability. Even if the victims survive they are left to deal with the tantrums of the society. Why just the tantrums, the society completely shuns them out.

The most shocking thing is the easy accessibility of acids. The government definitely needs to take some major steps to prevent the easy access of acids.

We are thankful to “Beti” which is a step in a service to Womankind. Beti has extended their hands to help the acid attacks. In fact they raised a fund of rupees 30 lakh as a part of their “Project Hope” for the reconstruction surgery of the acid victim Sonali Mukherjee. When the acid victim Sonali Mukherjee had no hope left in her life Beti came up to her rescue. She is now happily married and is now living with a new hope.
We need more such campaigns to help the acid victims. Shows like Satyamev Jayate have given an opportunity to the acid victims to come up and speak for themselves.
Living without a face is not easy. So don’t be inhuman. You never know who will be the next victim, maybe someone from your family?

Written by,
Aishwarya Anand  

Dreams and Lightening in Your Face

You are a support system to my heart,
You give me a chance, to live this life,
As a blessing, other than any other vibe,
I am glad, with these dreams I strive.
Joy in my heart, vision in my thoughts,
I engross all my wishes, while I fly,
In the breeze of fullness grows my flight.
Thanks to you dearest blog posts of mine,
While I am falling, you appear in my sight.
Oh, I wonder, if my being alive,
Is because of your insight?
That, I gain the potential to carry on my walk,
 Long and long, I won’t stop.
As long as you’re there for me,
I won’t ever fail, but only emerge,
Through dullness, I shall become a rose.
Gagandeep Singh Vaid


A Road Towards Dreams

In the past so many days, in the last six months, my life has taken such a turn. When, I started to learn every day, while some greater sort of energy  equalled to me, my soul. I am glad, I have lived this journey of mine. As I gathered along with me, dreams. Also, I cherished the breeze that made me realise the real potential in my belief. That was also one day, when I had said; I want to be a novelist(six years back). Since, that day I have grown, and this journey continues to be growing.

I would like to list few experiences, that I gathered and which I found to be really fulfilling me, even the blank quarters of my being. I would like to fulfil the blankness with colours and harmony.

So, the journey started near about in December after I was done with my third semester exams in college. My favourite college, Dyal Singh College, at Lodhi Road. My best place to be at. Cheers!

I was telling, that in December I had started editing my first novel, and in the next thirty days, I had edited one chapter each day. I got thirty chapters at the end of December, but I wrote some more chapters to it in my diary. In few days, I will complete my novel.

In January happened the Jaipur Literature Festival, so I visited Jaipur when OYO Rooms, sponsored my accommodation, travel and food. It was great fun and this journey was rich in experience to the core. I met many famous personalities, and got a chance to listen to, Dr. A.P.J. Abdul Kalam (Former President of India). Later, I visited Ajmer and Pushkar. This was the first time in my life when I was travelling alone.

In February, the plan to have a Literature Festival for the English Department, kickstarted. It became a huge success, at its upcoming. Cheers to life! On 12-13th March'15, it became a beautiful memory for everyone to cherish for their lifetimes. I am glad, I was a part of such nourishing experience.

In April, I started studying for my fourth semester exams that got finished on May 22. Awaiting the results! I wrote an article for The Logical Indians that got selected. I was more than happy, to raise my voice, for what I felt was right.

On May 25, I started working with an online newspaper based in Delhi, called Viewspaper. It's a learning experience, every day. It's bliss, when my voice is heard by people. This journey is continuing, hope it gets even better with the passing day.

In all, life has been beautiful. There's something more I learnt during this time. That I will tell you, in the times to come. '

Till we meet again, lots of love! :) 
Thanks for reading this post.
Gagandeep Singh Vaid

Monday, 15 June 2015

If ego is your pride, what have you left to live?

Few voices tend to dread,
While few voices of one's soul,
Make one strong from within.
The inner quarters,
Of one's heart are filled,
With enormous power,
A lot of zeal.

You try to kill me,
With your evil ways,
I suffer, cry in pain.
Still do you think,
That I will break?

You coward, 
You think, 
You will satisfy,
Your ego,
And raise your,
Self esteem?
You're yourself fearful,
To face the light,
What face will you disrupt,
Whose dreams shall you kill?

Dear, wake up,
You have been sleeping.
Sleeping under,
The intoxication of evil.
You lost soul,
That knows not, the path,
Towards one's peace.
Wake up now,
You have taken away,
From one, one's facial identity.
What face of yours, will you show,
To the God, the supreme,
The spirits so mighty?

Would you still think,
Of threatening the peace?
Taking forward, 
Your heartless being?

I tell you, hey you,
who commit sin,
To be afraid to live,
As your day is near,
You have lost your being,
Already to an irony,
Because of your heart,
That is sans feelings.

#acid attacks

Make Love Not Scars


I saw you deep in your eyes,
You were bashful, as you smiled.
In a moment, a feeling passed,
From nothingness, it felt abundance.

You came closer, as we shook hands,
That was the first time we met.
I had slight idea, that we connected a mile,
Be it in the warmth that we felt,
Or simply, a soothing joy to watch you,
While you held my hand a moment back,
Oh, it had felt that closeness,
Yes, you can call it solace.

As the moments passed across,
He asked me for a dance in that hall.
He held my arms, walking backwards,
As I stepped towards him,
He didn't leave me a moment,
Yes, he could feel the symphony.
The brutal honesty, 
With which we longed into each-other's eyes.
That evening, went to become the lightening,
Of a torch, that I call love with all of my heart.

Since that day, till today,
We have been into love,
We dance to the songs,
We create our music,
That's the beauty of our bond.
Imperfection few had said,
Was in our taste and likes,
But, in love we always grow,
This is the wholesome energy,
Of these rays and this light.
That it has transformed,
The two of us, in fulsome delight.
We are glad we met,
We shine together like diamonds,
We interact in the peaceful demeanour,
That the face of a pearl expresses.
We are special, intoxicated in the breeze,
Of each-other's love, that we grow,
As the seeds of the lightening,
Of love in this world.
In love, we become artists,
We become innovative and creators.
Yes, we are those,
Dreamers and lovers on the Earth.

Gagandeep Singh Vaid

Your touch, my love

Hi, dear soul of mine.
Days pass by.
Dreams come alive.
Your eyes,
like breathe easy,
when there sounds peace,
day is warm,
the breeze is daisy.
Then, you miss,
your days you spent.
In someone's love,
i will again dream.
I will propose her again,
i know, she will agree.
In these years as i fade,
with age,
i grow in feelings,
i grow in her love.
We spent years,
held each other close together.
we had our story,
we had our heartbreaks,
we healed each other.
we are dreamers,
she in heaven,
i on this land.
we glimpse each other,
hello and goodbye,
in every breath we take,
in every walk we lead,
she in heaven,
i on land.
we beautify our bond,
of love ever strong.

Gagandeep S. Vaid

Cool dreams, kingly dreams.

Hi, I am cool. Hi, I am amazing. Hi, I am great. Yay!
I know, I am so cool that I can’t express it. Just shows how cool I am. 
You can work, continue with it, because it’s a beautiful day. Isn’t it?
Yes, it is. Hahaha.
I don’t know, why I have to write on the trending topics when I can write my feelings better at this time. Moody? Yeah, I am, maybe. But, who isn’t?

Just imagine, how cool it would be if we could write whatever came to our hearts. Other than writing on those bigger issues, that every newspaper or media house is determined to cover. But, I may write on that also if it really calls to me. But, sometimes to listen to the heart is beautiful. Isn’t it? Just like this beautiful day. Yes, you write and express your heart someday, if you think, it’s a good idea.

Love, Vaid

Friday, 12 June 2015

To be a good writer, respect the other writer.

I think, respect is what everyone deserves. Regardless of whether one is shy or not shy, talkative or not so talkative. One shouldn't be judged by how well one writes, merely by how well one writes on paper. But, by how well one wants to learn and become a writer. It's not a big job to be a writer, anyone can be any day. Just that sometimes, in judging few people on the basis of how they write; just takes away the writer from you. 
No one ever wants to be only heard, praised or given attention to. For, respect and love is all that people like, because they deserve it for the love and commitment they put in their work.

Gagandeep Singh Vaid

Thursday, 11 June 2015

Draped in the broken dreams!

Going by the happenings of the world, he knew that he couldn’t be like he was once. He tried being so, but the memories of the past were so much instinctive as taking away from him all his feelings and emotions. Even if he felt, that too strongly; he had known, he didn’t want to love, well, love her. Knowing that one day, he would cry; sitting alone at a place, being a successful man. But, by then; it would be too late. When she wouldn't come to him, to convince him that she loved him. He had 'moved above love', he would say to her. He knew that he wasn’t being honest, she knew it as well. But, he couldn’t be as much caring as he was once, at a point of time. How he felt for her once, he couldn’t take away those feelings. He was as she was 'a blank statement'. This is life, you know? When you can’t love! When, you are shying away and when you are fearful of loving! That’s about love. Being a powerful force, it turns one weak. Weakest as anyone can ever dream of being, at that spot life puts us. You know, what would happen to you one day? You will regret your actions. You would realize that you could have been hers. That, you could have healed her with your love, that you could have saved a soul. But, only if you had stopped once to look at her kind face! Her chubby cheeks, her bubbly persona, her fun loving nature! Then, one day you won’t find anyone like her, looking at you with her dreamy eyes. Eyes that were tearful, eyes that were watery, eyes that cried with the pain the world caused her. The eyes which longed for your love, your touch, your attention! She would be gone soon, away, far away from your life. And then, when you would feel what you never pretended to feel, then you will realize, what she meant to you. Then, you will understand, what love was! Gagandeep Singh Vaid

Wednesday, 10 June 2015

a dream that was, and that ended.

i was dreaming, 
then i saw her face,
that glittered as she saw me,
it was her soul,
dancing in the sea,
asking me for all the love,
while, i denied her,
of what belonged to her.

it wasn't that we didn't love,
each other! but simply, 
that it wasn't in my hands,
i was fearful, and it wasn't,
in her hands, 
because she couldn't,
make me understand.

it was tough time in short,
for the two of us.
winds flashed in the meanwhile.
then, out of my reverie,
out of my dream,
i looked at the sea.

there i found the sun,
gleaming back at me,
with a powerful face,
of consolidation,
over my lost love,
of which, i could only get a glimpse,
in my dreams, while,
i kept my glance at the sea. 

gagandeep singh vaid

Tuesday, 9 June 2015

So that you are proud, that you have taken this journey! :)

A road is never easy to walk,
It might have thorns,
There might be many pitfalls,
Yet there would exist your dream.
You need to eye at your goal,
Stay inclined on achieving it.
Because this journey that you lead,
Creates you, and makes you,
As you eventually become to be.
This journey you get,
You are so lucky, this you need to know,
as this is how your story shall frame.
While you step this ladder of success,
you have your downfalls and strides,
to talk about and share with your friends,
you can tell your heart that see,
you reached your dreams,
because you held your faith,
amidst the highs and lows that life,
offered you. That you turned out to,
make your identity. 
The difficult times,
you faced, occurred to you,
because you were special,
that God gave you this very chance,
to experience them, so be proud of,
this journey of yours, and rise from the ashes,
as they often say!

Gagandeep Singh Vaid