Hostel Days!

About the Author: Shikha Jain is a student of literature and Mass Communications from Mats University , Raipur.

She has a forte for writing in English and have also written some beautiful pieces. You can send your feed backs to shikha at shikha_jain13@hotmail.com

It’s amazing how you leave your house with all the expectations of going to a home outside home.

First impression, they say matters. And I stand in the favor of this notion.

Looking at the building, gave me a thought, like, “OKAY! So, it’s actually what I thought it would be.”

Pretty ladies with all smiley faces and charisma I should think and yeah before I forget, the building was an amazing structure to behold, Kudos to the human, who designed or drew the plan.

Well, now coming to the thoughts, which generally everybody gets as soon as they step into their rooms and notices other three bunks which makes them realize that they’re going to live with different characters from different walks of life.

And then, just in a blink the whole countenance changes and we feel like running back home because it would be the first time in our entire lives we would be living with the people we don’t know; never seen!

But ultimately, we are left with no choice.

Here comes a part in everyone’s lives, which is among one of those defining moments.

Being curious for about who would next come in...

And also, acknowledging them with the fact that we have been anticipating their arrival, welcome to room “113” and from that moment on, everybody’s journey begins from being ‘not so special’ to ‘so much special.’

Studying in a group with hot mugs of coffee.

Fighting with Neha as to show her that she’s not the only leader of this dominating society.

Understanding what friendship is from Khushali and Sakshi Seth.

Eating so voraciously that even cafeteria’s staff would deny giving us another bowl of chilly sauce.

Gossiping? Umm...I don’t think so. Because, all that we could do is curse back. And there were a few teachers who had always topped the list. Otherwise, nothing actually bothered us as we had our own set of rules and everything.

Laughing till our stomach hurts even in libraries.

Rolling down our tears, those cracking of occasional jokes just to overcome sleep, with a soft melody playing, everything was done with the new friends in a new world, Mody.

This will actually tell you how we lived our Teenage Dream!

Sun-kissed skin that gave us beautiful tans at the contradicting cold which showered us with gift-wrapped frostbites.

Everything out there was in extreme, regardless of us being strangers at one point of time.

Going crazy every night after twelve.

Pulling Sakshi Ag. with the help of roles of bed covers as to get her in.

Fetching food from the grill and swiftly vanishing from there to the hostel when found guilty by the guards.

Celebrating Birthdays before terms by eating stale cake and taking wishes from our Nokia 1100, Samsung guru and MTS. The most priceless and memorable phones of our lives!

Organizing photo sessions only because we were having a good-hair day.

Jumping from the backyard (but not for coaching’s like Rashi & Swati).

Always found missing from Co-warden round...

Bathing when chief-warden is on round & then making a fake promise not to do it again.

Akriti & Prisha, although, being a student of ‘home science’, could'nt do any good to the word cooking.

Making fun of each other, especially Pallavi.

But yeah, Rashi never backed off!

Apart from all these jerks, Shristi used to be the silent bee of our group and also proved out to be the most decent student.

Swati, Lisha were loved during exams and had a big hand in our fruitful results. Whatever we have scored, half of the credit belongs to them. We owe them like big time.

Always getting super excited for our Fresher’s.

Meanwhile, Pooja always ran short of clothes.

And Nivedita Lamba & Akrati Doshi used to be the beauty queens of that crazy town.

The only thing Mody missed out on was Boys. But Vaishali Kalera! This cute gigantic lady literally filled our emptiness by making Pooja and me see good-looking hunks quite often with her magic notification for guys.

But the old boarders had been way too smarter. Their boyfriends never missed out any of the fests. In fact, they used to thrill their girls with their presence in our school trips.

And when being accused for the same, they were too witty to land up into a mess.

Apoorva, Shaily, Snigdha and Shubhangi have been the closest to our hearts. And will always remain the same.

One million memories, ten thousand inside jokes, one hundred shared secrets, one reason. “Friends For Life.”

Crazy incidents and wild experiences are another thing that comes as a guaranteed package along with hostel life because when you get that many random strangers squished together in one spot, you’re bound to come up with these crazy stories.

It is the most beautiful part of our lives.

We formed bonds for life here!

Living together brought each one of so close that we eventually became one big family.

Hostel life has a charm of its own!

Those wonderful bunches of people who makes you feel worthwhile, also adds bright colors to the white canvas of your lives and holds your hand when you need support.

The more I think, the more I wish that we could lay there for hours and just reminisce.

And We Kissed Our Sisterhood...

About the Author: Shikha Jain is a student of literature and Mass Communications from Mats University , Raipur.

She has a forte for writing in English and have also written some beautiful pieces. You can send your feed backs to shikha at shikha_jain13@hotmail.com

With this, I would like to celebrate the lifelong bond of sisterhood. Although, I and Riddhi do not share this special connection through genes but our heartbeat was always one.

There is no doubt the stormy relationship I and Riddhi shared when we were six and seven respectively and it continued for a decade. In between those years, she has also been my most formidable opponent. The degree to which we’ve fought, I’ve been rude to her or hated her could be more than the hottest days of Rajasthan.

And she’s the most girl-iest person I know.

I have always envied her just because she had far more Barbie dolls than I have ever had!

The kind of life that she shared with me has truly been a roller coaster for her.

Handling my mood swings; going from serious to crazy in a blink.

Accepting my behavior; From being friendly to utterly adamant and stubborn.

From sharing those cherry lip sticks to long pink plastic nails,

From that dress up princess games to stealing tattoos, chocolates and chalks,

From being dumped into the bath-tub to drinking mocktails in wine glasses,

From foolishly dancing on the rooftop to organizing karaoke night,

From laughing till our stomach aches to crying down our khols,

From hiring our personal photographer to flaunting our dresses on embarrassing ramp,

From dreaming to own one Mustang to go on the road trip to Goa.

From imagining us married to super hot and uber rich guys to then taking divorce and marrying each other!

Since childhood she had very few close friends but used to talk to every possible individual.

She has always tried to stay close despite the distance. And days we could cuddle upto were either on any occasion like, Rakshabandhan, New Years’ eve or during summer holidays.

Those were “the days”, I must say!

My house is hustling bustling with ‘n’ number of kids from every possible city and from across the seas i.e.  Canada.

And we all have always been so engulfed within ourselves..

Dawn ends up by seeing us being tangled in each others arms which forma a chain saying, “united we stand

divided we fall”.

Noon never gets bored because it could'nt seek for any one of us and every day’s evening kept us hidden.

Moonlit terrace with cozy bed - rolls made every story on screen pretty interesting and lovely!

Even stars kept staring at us all night, winking and smiling at our melodious talks,

giggles and our special bond.

And, we could'nt miss even a single

card to win any game of our lives.

The only dream we all had was to feel the very first  raindrops on our scintillating skin and to be blessed with raw mangoes with a bit of chilly all over it.  Later, we termed it as a ‘blissful ignorance’ for the outside world.

Whenever we planned to eat out she would always say ‘mein ghar par daal chawal khaungi, and you guys go out for pizzas and burgers.’ But then, she would tag along.

At dinner, we always ordered zillion dishes, but our dinner was never complete without a cup of ice-cream that we all would share.

That’s why one single delicate thread binds us all.

This girl, is very well versed with every bit of me and still so in love with me.

I’ve always been a part of all her future dreams.

And also, been her favorite little sister.

So at this moment, I would rather say that I can’t make it through life without a sister like ‘Riddhi’.

We have made so many mistakes and we’ve also been strayed for that. From the straight and narrow.

Oh, we wish we had obeyed.

But that feeling lasted only for a while.

We influence each other during our life’s most defining moments;

From providing wise counsel during our first crush,

To subsequent comfort after the breakup,

And, to refuse to reveal intimate secrets to parents or friends.

We are learning to forget the fear, that comes from a troubled sky.

We are almost happy over here, but sometimes we wake up at night and cry.

In short, being with her my happiness redefines and she adds a meaning to my life, which is worth living!

I can go on writing for pages about the memories of our life but not all memories are to be shared. We want to treasure a few for future so that every time we are sad, we open a new page and the smile automatically shines on us. Even though we do not live under the same roof, act in the same manner or even get along without an occasional spat, but nothing creates a more special and lasting bond than sisterhood..which  we’ve already kissed! 

#ShortStory : Day Break at Dawn!

Like every day, Dawn had appeared over the sleeping mankind. Birds leaving their nests, chirping all over  and announcing the rise of the Sun. It symbolizes morning and the awakening of mankind from a sound sleep.

Mr. Jones, according to his daily routine woke up early at four that morning to feed the pigeons on his wide terrace. He never kept any alarms to wake him up; rather he was so accurate that he always stood right on his feet from his bed at the commencement of dawn.

After a bath he spelled the Lord’s prayer followed by feeding the pigeons at the terrace of his multi storeyed  English House.

Jones’s way of walking and talking had always been Royal. His neighbors believed that he might have been a descendant of a king. That day, when he moved up to the terrace and opened the door, he found over a hundred pigeons waiting for him. After throwing handful of cereals a number of times to the birds, Jones sat on a chair kept at the edge of the terrace of his house. He was wearing a shawl for there was cold at Johannesburg those days. He was enjoying the dawn which he loved to experience regularly for past many years.

Those days, Jones used to keep himself away from the worldly beings. He was a little depressed for he could not establish a flourished career of himself. His life had been giving him failures all across. This made him wander about lost in his own thoughts. That day, he was as upset as he used to stay from the past few months.

Staring at the beautiful North Cascades peaks and the thrawling green woods, he eventually got lost in his own world. Dawn was the time before the rising of the sun marking the end of a dark night when birds flew from their nests to fly high in the sky to mark their freedom. Snow covered peaks, Fog and mist all over the countryside made Jones fell asleep.

This was a very rare occasion where jones had fallen asleep over a chair but then there was something mysterious about it too. Jones saw a dream that morning. A dream, that proved to be an important lesson for him and could be a lesson, for all those who get to know about this.

In his dream, Jones could see himself as a magnificent angel who has got a pair of whining wings. He got ready for his first flight up high in the skies of God. He flew far away like a bird when put off the cage.

He flew so high that he could see stars at infinity. He passed by different planets into various galaxies through the meteors and the asteroids into the space. Moving ahead, he came across a planet with a ring around it. He wondered if it was the holy Saturn. “This planet has holy meanings in the Greek mythology”, he mumbled. He decided to take a tour of it before travelling further.

As he walked a mile on the Saturn, he saw a sparkling light glowing and shining bright right at the edge of that ground. The bright light he saw was sharp enough and so he could not see beyond it. As Jones moved further, he saw a throne made of sparkling jewels and countless angels moving to and fro serving an Old man who was sitting on the jeweled throne. The man on the throne had a royal face, a long white beard, and wrinkles over his bright shining face. He was wearing a gown made of silk with a crown made of stars.

Jones stood near the old man and greeted him with great interest saying, “hey! You there… Howdy?”

The old man replied with a husky voice “I’m great, but you seem to be not so great!”

“Aaahh… Yes! But how do you know?” asked Jones.

“That’s none of your pretty concern son, and I also know that you are fed up of the World you live in”, said the old man.

Jones was in a state of inquisition for the old man already knew a lot about him. Jones recall all the sufferings he went through being a common man in the World he lived and questioned to the old man, “You seem to be an experienced person. In that regard I ask you, how do I and many commons like me get rid of all our sufferings in the World? ”

The old man kept silent for a while and then smiled. Jones was confused because the old man’s smile was a silent reply which he could not understand. In a short while, the old man answered, “travel deep inside your soul and search out for yourself. Search out for yourself in your surroundings. Look out for yourself in the vast sky for you uttered about yourself and many like you. The creator has made you an individual and so you are alone. There is no one like you in the World you live. My son, you considered yourself a common man. Have you forgotten that you are also one of the most supreme creations of God?”

Jones replied with a rare voice “No, Sincerely not!”

“Then how can you be common? You are special. Everyone in the world you live is special. Go my child, know your talents. You took birth by the will of the Almighty. He shall show you the path. Have faith in him and then see how you make wonders down there!” said the old man.

The old man then smiled and waved a hand at Jones and got vanished.

“Good Morning Jones! Here’s your Lemon Tea dear!” called out Jones’ wife Michelle that went straight into jones’ ears and he woke up from his dream. It was a pleasant morning for him. Jones was no more lost into his own thoughts. He had no worries anymore for he had received an advice worth nothing of the World.

Jones had understood that the old man was God himself who called him up to share a word with him and make him realize his importance among the other men on Earth. For now, Jones face had a wide smile and ambitious attitude. He was no more feeling down. He rose up from the chair, looked up at the sky and walked down towards the drawing room for his morning tea. That morning ,was yet another general event, but quite very special for Jones and many like him on Earth. 

A Dream!

I wish I wish, I’m not dreamin’ ;

I wish I wish, I kept pinchin’.

I can’t believe my eyes and ears,

I longed for it for years and years!

‘Wow’ says my heart today,

And bursts unlike every day!

I’m glad enough to act like a mad!

‘control your emotions’, says my dad!

I’m going where I’ve never been,

I’ve gotta see which I’ve never seen!

The city of dreams that stay sky high,

I’m going to visit the city ‘Mumbai’..!

The place in nation where stars reside,

And the magnificent sea it’s beside!

I’ll walk graciously on the Marine Drive,

Although with happiness, today I strive!

Gift of a Friend as sweet as You!

Sweet was his smile,

Physically a stick,

A friend of mine,

His name- Pratik!

Happiness he spread,

Fun was his work,

Pure within the heart;

His words a lil jerk!

Sharp at brains,

Cool at attire.

Charmed all around,

His very own satire!

I loved his company,

Enjoyed being together!

Care for me he did,

As soft as a feather!

I thank to him,

Up there on the chair;

Who wrote on my hands,

A life so fair!

I thank to him tons,

For everything new!

And a gift of friend

As sweet as you! 

I come to thee my Friend..

I come to thee my worthy friend;

You are no flatterer to me;

You were more than something else,

more than a brother to me.

I loved the way you used to talk

And used to share with me;

Some lovely moments of your life,

And secrets of yours to me!

Still I don’t know you well,

Coz, God gave me no time.

What can a man know the other,

in a mere span of time?

We’ve been friends from few months

And fought a hundred times in mean.

But still your lovely smile creates

The friendship in between!

I used to be happy with your happiness

And depressed with your sadness.

My day started with you,

And ended with your madness!

How will I be able to,

Forget what I had been?

A good friend of yours may be I

Or had just been a normal being!

But that’s the custom of the world,

Where one comes to go.

Which remains back is nothing but,

His memories which you owe.

Why to shed tears for,

The temporary being?

Want to cry? So cry for that,

Who cares for your well being!

If you’ve got something like me,

You’re going to lose it soon.

Cuz, according to the worthy leo,

My stars are reaching Moon!

I may not forget you,

But, shall you not forget me?

For sure, you wont I know that well,

Cuz I trust you more than me!

I thank thee for thy support

And courage that you lend.

And for every single moment of life,

Which we’ve together spent.

God bless you with happiness and,

A prosperous long life;

And keeps you happy everyday

And every single second of life!

A Point and a Plane!

Amazing piece of work written by Abhijeet Jain (Student) residing and studying in Raipur.

You can know more about him at :

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My thoughts, defining a gradual increment in dimensions, point + point can defined as a line, point + line can be  defined as a plane. Then what about point + plane?? What does it define?? Can the fourth dimension be described in this way?? Or it's just a time dimension, not that gradually incrementing "point + plane" concept.
The fourth dimension, "The Time dimension", much less known; still unsolved, unconquered, undiscovered, unbeaten. It is Far away from the standards of a Human brain to approach. The ruler of the known three dimensions - Light, can never be beaten says the great Scientist, Sir Albert Einstein. His relation says, anyone to travel with the velocity of light, requires infinite energy. Is this barrier of "INFINITE", set to stop the Man?? Unstoppable desires stopped by infinity. All the mysteries yet unlocked, sent to us by the messengers of God. Do we have a hope, that this mystery also can be unlocked by a messenger of God! If yes, then WHEN?? and If no, then WHY??
Why is man so bound, so small, so helpless in this vast Universe? The Question remains unanswered and as of my knowledge I guess it shall remain unanswered until the doomsday!