All posts by Ritu Raj

Currently pursuing PhD in engineering. I am completely into books. Its kind of an addiction. I love cooking, traveling, reading and writing.

Nature’s Miracles

Sometimes I wonder about the power of nature which can make everyone dreamy and imaginative. Just a glance through the louvred window and you are lost in the surroundings. Gazing the clouds in daytime or the starry nights amazes me beyond imagination. The creation of nature, the animals, birds, forests, mountains, mesmerizes me to the core and makes me realize how insignificant we are in-front of mother nature.

 

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Pic: Somewhere in the Himalayas

Pic: The home of Royal Bengal Tigers: Sunderbans

Pic: A weaver bird in my home

Pic: The mighty Indian Ocean

Nature has so much to offer to us but are we really worthy of it. An important question to be pondered upon.

PS: All the pictures were clicked by me.

Ph.D.

This is a poem about the journey through PhD. The different phases that one has to pass through before he/she can graduate. Its just for fun.

 

With hope of grandeur feat

And expectations that no one can meet

Celebrating the moment with a tweet

A journey began to become an elite

Unknown about the misery and pain

With a smile, I boarded the train

Who knows how long the smile will last

The time sped away really fast

 

Before I could realize

I began to criticize

What is PhD?

Is it Permanent head Damage

Or is it Please hire, Desperate

Even our Parents have Doubts

And there is nothing to be sure about.

 

Every day is the same story

Yet nowhere close to glory

Giving a seminar

is like waging a war

Covered with verbal scars

I finally entered the bar

Hailing abuses all over

Decides to become a drover.

 

Slowly drowning in alcohol

And putting an end to the brawl

Receding back to my dungeon

I fall like a martyr

Only to realize

The war is not yet over

A new ray awaits at the dawn

Go catch it, before it’s gone

You are born to fight

Don’t be afraid, you’re the knight.

 

Disclaimer – All the situations in this work are an act of fiction. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. 😛 😛

Life

Life is like a fairy tale
Just hold onto its sail
Steer your life as a ship
Adoring the artistic trip

Never be rattled
By the storm
Face the battle
And you will transform

Flaunt your smile
As you walk the aisle
Hearts are won
In barely a defile

 

आंखों की नमी और माथे की सलवटें,

आईना है तेरी शख्सियत का,पैमाना है तेरी काबिलियत का।

(The moisture of your eyes and the crease on your forehead is

the mirror of your personality and the measure of your skills.)

Vulnerability

Vulnerability can be one’s strength. It reflects the capability of being wounded or hurt but you also gain strength by enduring sufficient pain and when its full to the brim, you decide enough is enough. Ability is embedded in the word vulner’ability’, so basically it is your ability to deal with the hardship in your own unique way.

The origin of vulnerability and vulnerary comes from the same Latin word vulner-vulnus. Vulnerary is something which is used to heal wounds. So going by the origin, being vulnerable is the ‘ability’ to guard your fort against all evils and cure yourself from all the diseases that plague you.

So be vulnerable, be strong.

Regrets

What exactly is regret?  Have you ever pondered about a life without any regrets?

I believe having a desire for something and not getting it gives birth to regret. When we look in hindsight, we feel that we have made some mistakes in life that causes misery, but the fact is something different. The decision which we are calling as an act of foolishness was a well-calculated decision taken at that instance of time which later turned out to be unfavorable. With time everything changes and so does our decision making capability. We evolve with every second.

Imagine what our lives would have been if some of the events did not occur as it happened in the past. We would have been an entirely different entity. Regrets are part and parcel of our life. So stop cringing about it as it has moulded us to who we are today.

A Stupid Boy

Once upon a time
in his sublime
there lived a stupid boy
who lost all his joy.

Believed in magic
and trusted fairy tales,
stayed away from reality
hidden in misty veil.

A worthy noble soul
yet to find his goal;
kindness resides in the core
his intentions are always pure.

Fell in love
when not supposed to
trapped in distress
without any clue.

Oh boy! you’re too stupid,
you still believe in cupid..!!

Find your way out
from this love bout.
Mould your entity
without losing your identity.

 

—Ritu Raj