A good book is an event in my life -Library!


College ,in the archaic sense is meant to be a place for fun,games and fights. But what is college without study?

My college,KAMLA NEHRU has not let the diversification of India put to shame. Where India is the epitome of cultural ,religious ,linguistic diversification my college is the Rainbow of contradiction.  Students vary from the sightliest likeness towards some canteen cuisines to the college societies each having their own important places.

With the various worlds of creativity that co-exists in my college,I have none in comparison to Kamala Nehru’in library ,for its vast and what more a completely new experience.  As a student of “English Honours” I love to spend time there watching every eye go over the words ,watching every hand writing and taking notes and people like me who dreams of reading her book someday while sitting in  library,library of this kind steals the moment and the world is ignored.

One cannot help but be surprised and astonished about the varieties one finds out there. It’s like moving into a place of learned men and woman. If you happen to visit library ,not for the sake of copying some study material but enhance your reading skills ,close your eyes for a moment and realize the authors sitting next to you and asking about their book as in”How is it”?.

This part is not a fancy tale or a creative piece of an amateur writer and reader like me but it’s the experience of my lifetime and college life. I once after having attended all my classes went to library for the sake of spending the free time I had in peace and silence. For “Chaupal”the favourite place for every Kamala nehru’in is always filled with voices and people who really can’t bless you with the peace. So I seated myself on a well furnished chair ,which was brown in colour and had a hand made back ,which reflected the sweat the old or youth skin would have shed off while crafting out the most archaic design. Placing the book that I had selected from 124/4 rack I opened it with the sense of writing a book someday. It was John Keats poems jumbled in a group in an analogy.  I had the first page swiped and then the second and the action moved on. But at a point where my outer circumference looked dark and people who were earlier visible turned to be head -less and body -less ,I had the author sitting next to me ,though his face appeared to be like one of the blurred pictures from my white cell phone. That moment was like one heck of eternal feeling and I thought for a second “am I still alive”?

The poetry flowed from me as the waterfall and it was never ending. That moment had all my breathes stop and I was numb. Life time experience ,yes it was .
It was better then sitting in a chaupal and gossiping like old grannies though having today’s cool element in it. I longed for that sight ever since I had a feeling of writing something and being a literate someday. But down the second floor and outside the world of words I heard the bell ringing and calling me for the next class I had.

I slapped myself,rinsed my eyes,looked here and there for the sight I had been subjected to but it was gone forever or had been piled up in my book of memories. I couldn’t see a dark surroundings any more but a more colour full atmosphere of Lord’s design. I closed the book and kept it back in 124 /4 rack and went to the class still being under the magic of the hallucination I have had experienced while deeply reading the book.

For me ,”A GOOD BOOK IS AN EVENT IN MY LIFE”,what’s your’s?

-English honours
-Kamala NEHRU(Delhi university).


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Crimson sun is what my eyes first met with this beautiful morning , and it was a sight worth million photograph snaps to put the sight into record and add to one more memoirs .Memoirs how beautiful is the word yet painful . Irony is this that the poets and the literature family beautifully pens and has penned down each belonging to their diaries , and they let us feel the situations life can put us into and some of them we have already .I always had my antipathy towards the scientists of the world for they made life ten times more difficult that what it was . We all know life is a huge deal ,a deal between man and GOD,why do the scientists have to add more to it by mixing carbon with oxygen or some magnesium with calcium i mean wait didn’t they practice EXCELSIOR .It sets me like get a life dude .

So this morning I sat on my garden table with a lace embroidered frock and i wore my hair open and saw the birds while they flied amid-st the cloud . The word at this sight at the tip of my mouth was BEAUTIFUL and it was really . It felt like why couldn’t man just rush to positivity and leave behind negativity like the Bird just flied amid-st the clouds with the essence of freedom in it , it set me like how beautiful the nature was .

Again at that moment i saw a mother cat giving a cuddle to her young a kitten in our garden here just beside me .They left me wondering as to how BEAUTIFUL is the relation of mother and children at each different level . Mother the beautiful angel .

I was mesmerized at this sight of my nature in my home and then suddenly someone knocked the door out of nowhere . Startled i was but i came down from the table i was sitting on and opened the door which led me go into the sight of a beggar and his naked children asking for food and some money .

I couldn’t resist myself but to call them inside and let them sit at comfort and prepare some food and give them some money so that i could just make my existence worth of something . As the parent started feeding his children i began weeping to my fullest . As to how can God be so biased in making some rich and some poor . As to why cant every one be a beggar begging for HIS creations and mercies or why cant every one be a billaniore. They had finished there food and bid me adieu . While I stood still amazed at this point of diversity . And then when i looked in the mirror i realized a thing a big thing which was unknown to me .

When we come to this earth we our nine months in our mothers womb , nobody knows what we will be a girl or a boy . All our praying for the healthy delivery of ours to which almighty blesses the couple with the good . So we come into this materialistic world where their our ruins of people who are selfish ,immature and poignant . We try to be original but somewhere in our mind we have the negativity and the inferiority complex running through our veins . Because this is a world of competition .we try to be what others want to be not what we are and at this point we loose our selves and loose our relation from soul . The problem lies that we dont have time for our own selves ,we dont look life through the doomsday view .we all want to make is money and be powerful and that’s the moment our lives are complicated .

What we need to do is spend time with our own self . Play some of our favorite playlists .dance ,sing ,and do positive things that make us happy . Abandon the world for that moment because it surely needs perks of being you .that is the moment you will find the happiest person alive and the most beautiful too . For you will realize that god had made you perfect . He has given you eyes to see his creations ,hands to use the wonders to the fullest and above all your body and mind to praise his wonders .and at this point you smile along and sing out loud the song of you are beautiful .

Beyond the seas people will make comparisons of your beauties ,but remember the time you had got the perks of being you . !