The Indian Army: a Dream or a Fantasy.

It happened to me less than a month ago.. My college, took us to MHOW [abbreviated as Military Headquarters of War] a cantonment near Indore to introduce and to let us know the basics of Indian Army and to see how these respectable army men actually spend their lives.

We woke up at 5 in the morning, and took the bus from one common pick up point at around 0600 hrs.

With our best set of shoes and a comfortable outfit, everyone of us [we were nearly 300 in numbers] went prepared well enough to spend a day with the militants and practice if given a chance.

The 1st session was awesome. We sat uphill and saw a dozen or two of tanks and missiles running all around and a demonstrator was indicating everything, that was going on, on a map and a simultaneous commentary was going on as well.

We enjoyed every second of it, and even made notes.

I envied the soldiers who was running those tanks and had the privilege of shooting the missiles.

I cursed my life and luck, but came to my senses after a minute or two.

We were happy to be at least being photographed with those "Larger-than-life" machines.

We were not allowed to take photographs but later they only asked us to keep the pictures away from Social Networking sites, Facebook and Twitter to name a few.

The 2nd session was the best, for the first time in my life, I saw a missile being fired with my naked eyes, the sound it made was a smashing roar or what we call a blasting experience of your ears.

I tell you a fact, those missile went upto 1.5 kms without even shaping itself in a curve. Once it take a projectile motion, you can imagine the rest.

Then we had tank ride, on top of the tanks we sat and roamed for half an hour around the base,  it was a great experience.

There happened the Mood Swing.

I was tired by then in the scorching sunlight.

I wanted to go home and sleep by now.

They took us to another session to show some canon shot.

Honestly Speaking, I did not want to sit there for even a second. I asked myself, can I be an army man, and I answered me as well, "no way". I am just not an army material.


And now the thought I gave to it.

I mean, I love my country. I really do. I can help it by doing good for the society, but till that day, I wanted to be a soldier somewhere deep inside my heart.

But I found it more as a job, and not as a service to the nation, rather I help the poor everyday on the streets by providing food, cloth and shelter to them.

I came to this conclusion, almost 80% of us, civilians, talk of going to army or envy their life. Realize if its really a dream or just an infatuation or fantasy. Most of us don't really deserve that 'sacred' place, talking is the shittiest thing we do all the time, but doing is what it really takes. 

I did all the big-mouthed-ness too till the day when I spent some 10 hours with them, and now I admit, it was only a fantasy for me. I don't want to be a soldier anymore and above all, honestly I can't and I don't deserve it.

I am not hating myself today, not loving either.



-Amrit Rukhaiyaar

The Indi Blogger Meet: A lifetime Experience

   Yesterday, It was a Sunday of course, but mind you it was not an ordinary one. I have been postponing my plans to attend a INDI BLOGGER MEET since last 3 months but finally I attended this one held at The Park Hotel, Connaught place and I realized instantly what an amazing event I had been missing since months as soon as I entered the Auditorium.

I took a seat in one of the middle rows, when a blogger on radio activity introduced himself to me as Alokesh Gupta and took a seat beside me, I had some interesting chats with him on blogging and writing. Then came a blogger called Purba Ray who made everyone at ease by knowing a bit about their blogs.

It was all chit-chat going on when the 1st segment of the meet took place. The Country Head of HP himself gave a presentation on "Original vs Fake". It was primarily focused on the new range of HP Printers, but the presentation gave a contrast on original blog post written. Good work there by Team HP.

Segment 2 : The Who's Who Round..? Our names were being outcast on the projection and we needed to define our blog and us as well in 29 seconds as the segment it self is called "29 seconds to fame".  I witnessed some great [or say interesting] bloggers out there, I would like to recall a few: there was this Karan Lugani who called himself a scientist, he goes to some school but I respect his way, he surely had a point in whatever he said.

An Old man in his late 60s was there, he told us that he has been a classmate to Amitabh Bachchan, so in a way I have an association with Mr. Big B now... lolzz.

there were some sensible ones as well, a girl called Jyotsna Verma talked about transplant of kidney and liver and people did like her unanimously and took her pretty seriously. In case you need to know more about her endeavours just Click Here.

so, from engineers to home makers to scientists to some wanna be Rushdie(s) I saw and heard everyone. 

after the Intro session was done, we were to make teams 0f 20 for a treasure hunt game, we lost it, because we fall short of smart phones. fair enough. thats you cal count as segment 3.


we had a little bit of lunch and coffee afterwards, during the lunch I interacted with more wonderful bloggers, Perfectly Imperfect and Tejaswi, they were all so inspirational, well...the food was good though.


the 2nd last segment was the best, we carried a 'board of praise' on our back, and others, if they like to, can autograph the board with some message, messages could be anything, a praise or an abuse or anything particular you want to say, I got a few interesting ones as well. [see the picture on the right..!!].




We had a fun last segment, thanks to some great names : Kapil Sibbal, Digvijay Singh, Mark Zuckerberg, Larry Page and others including Suhel Seth, the bloggers did role play for each one of the mentioned name, being inteviewed by Prateek Shah, who himself was role playing for Rajdeep Dutt Goswami.


After I have returned from my first IndiBlogger Meet, I have become blog-struck and reading as many blogs as possible, I have bookmarked some 20 blogs and its like birthday gifts for me, as I am not sure which one to open first.!!!


was a great experience, am not going to miss any of it in future...


tha.nks


-Amritt Rukhaiyaar


[Plzz.. go through the links... they are all great bloggers...]

That is me in the grey jacket..!!

and that's the whole team, find me if you can, I am at the worst location in this picture.

My Novel's First Chapter: need reviews

Since birth, there had been a famous saying about me, “he is different,”

May be it meant “I don’t care”.

Some said I was extraordinarily different, I also believed the same,

Understand how..!!

I used to stammer at everything that came out of my mouth, I just couldn’t speak fluently which was the first evidential note on being different.

I never ever cared to do my home work given by my teachers, while others did those thrice in one go.

I was careless or carefree or ignorant to important things in life, everyone else in the universe around me seemed to be so punctual.

 I had the privilege of being rich among kids, when with kids rich only means to having a handsome pocket money; perhaps it was one of the sections I liked the most on debate of being different.

 I was a facilitated child, born with silver spoon which made an earlier conclusion that I was a spoiled kid, the rest of the kids during my childhood were reasonably ‘good to parents’ child.

Basically I am an awful version of a good character. The Simpler term would obviously be an anti-social facet.

I am a protagonist in an acute form of Antagonism, and that’s what I am.

My name is Aditya Ahuja and that wild introduction was mine, but I tell you what, a bad review doesn’t mean a bad film, it is only a point of view, and everyone has their own POV. Although by default I should have inherited the family business of Textiles and join the legacy of millionaires in Indore, I chose engineering, not because there lays an engineer inside me but because I wanted to try my hands at something which was not established by my family because I have this obsession of making my own silver spoon.

There are two things in my life that would have no influence of anything while making the selection, the Career I choose and the Girl I fall in love with.

Talking about Engineering, I took admission in a college called Delhi College of Engineering in Delhi, because I always have loved Delhi, Delhi is old, beautiful and glamorous, but above all, I love it because of its Dilli-ness, I have fallen for its localness and secularism for everyone, I mean the Telugus rules Andhra, Tamilians rides on Tamil Nadu, Bengali and Marathi has rights to do about anything in West Bengal and Maharashtra respectively, but Delhi, Delhi is yours, establish yourself and be a king and rule with many others like you peacefully, this city is only for the successful and not for the people who took birth in this soil. In one sentence, Delhi is so India. I love it here. While choosing to fill the engineering entrance exam forms, I took extra care that my college city must be Delhi.

So, it was the day my DCE results were to come; I went to a cyber cafe nearby because Homes can be too dangerous while checking your academic performances with your elder family mates being around you.

As I entered the enrollment number, there was deep silence in my PC cabin. It took 4 seconds to open the result.

There was not much detail provided in the result web page, it took me 2 seconds to eye a bold written THROUGH, which means selected.

“Oh yes… Oh yes yes yes… hurray…” I cried in excitement.

Everyone else gave me furious looks for being so noisy in that cozy room.

Of course they would, who cares where I am going to spend my next four years.

Anyways, I left the café ignoring all the geeks.

So what do you say guys... does it look promising.. plzz give honest comments, I am almost done with my book..!!

Who ultimately turns out to be a HERO..?

Since birth, a fascinating thing in my life is being a HERO, not particularly a superstar in Bollywood or in any other film industry, but being the stud, being the one who would have the helping hands, if we talk in an affirmative way. As I grew older, my definition for a HERO kept changing through time. During the first half of the  90's I only believed that HERO is actually a leading bicycle brand in India but later on during the second half  I found out that its the men who get opportunities to save beautiful women from the goons and have great time dancing in rain with them are the real HEROES, that was how I messed up with important words during my chilhood. During the first 5 years of the 3rd millennium when I was in the interval of 12-16 years of my age, I started watching a bit of news channels and I came across the names of leading industrialist, politicians, millionaires, philanthropists and Movie stars with asking rates in some Crore(s) per movie, my concept for a HERO took a completely different shape, I considered this theory with the formula RICHER = BETTER HERO, that was too kiddish..ain't it..? then after 2006, I came across books, books as in novels, stories, biographies etc which showed me the more artistic form of printed paper, before that the most serious thing I ever read ended either on calculus, mechanics or organic chemistry. Anyways I started reading novels and other great books by great people and I never stopped, I found HEROES in those authors who made me fall in love with their books, I aimed to be like them, or rather say I aimed to be them, one of them. I found wisdom in their thoughts and I wanted to think like my favorite authors, their clarity, I wanted to have that clarity, I read more, I started writing, writing for me, writing for others, writing to impress, writing to insult, writing to romance, writing to revolutionize, writing became an obssession for me and I saw myself become a better writer with every new project. And now the little secret I wanna share with whatever readers I have, I BECAME MY HERO, before anyone else, I admire me. Because in a way my writing started to impress me as I tried to write always better than my previous attempt and you can only be a better doer, if the ultimate source of doing id you, yourself and the conclusion I made out of it, its not what you are, how much you earn or how well you present yourself, you can only consider someone a Hero, if 'his' acts become 'your' passion. 

(No matter what, even an antagonist can become your life's biggest Hero... 

and yes... its not my egomaniac personality...I have my heroes intact in my mind, but I don't wanna share them now, I will write separate post for them later...)

Google Earth Timeline: Its the Best..!!

It happened a week ago.. I was sitting idle and bored. So I decided to waste my time on Google Earth, the first place that came to my mind was to see how the "lost" World Trade Center spot looked at Manhattan, it was interesting to see how Americans have used that place rather than trying to build it all over again, I admired that. Now that I was done with checking on the WTC, I curiously started pressing random buttons on the top of Google Earth interface, just then, I came across this option called TIMELINE, as I found out more about that, I was more than amazed to find out that you can actually see the satellite images of any place of any past dates available on the timeline, I watched the New York of 1930s to the ashes of WTC in 2011, in the meanwhile watching the 9/11 Terror-ed images as well... I should rather post the pictures for you guys, its amazingly awesome.

1. The picture of World Trade Center in 1994, it was only dollars and pound then.

2. The WTC in 1997, still doing pretty good business round the globe.

3. Satellite images of September 2001 of The World Trade Center, it is no more on the screen, we can see the smoke that tells the whole story.

4. as in 2005...the post 9/11 image of the spot without the trade center.

5.  The World trade Center Spot as in 2011, made up as a some kind of memorial.