When he sat by the side of his mechanical block and watch the couples talking, full devoted towards each other, eyes in eyes a sudden wave of nostalgia hit him. He was reminded of the girl whom he love beyond the limit. With whom he want to enjoy every second of his life but fails to do the same.

He get reminded the date when he first kissed her. He reminded of the girl who gave him a reason to life the life, she rejuvenated him, gave the hope and then suddenly got lost in her personal family affair.
   
             The boy waited..continued waiting...time passed and this waiting turned into memories. He started living in the memories of that girl. Thinking and begging infront of god for his life. He started losing faith on each and every person. The feelings for that girl started turning into vehement. He begged infront of her to meet him, only once becoz he was sure that he will get back in his life. He just want to drape on her so that he can feel his love.
 
              Feelings of the boy turned into hope. He hope that one day he will start behaving normal. One day his love will come to him and will hold his hand and say " look here i am for you to take you off back to the world". "Here i am for you, just for you to turn your nostalgia into a smile." "Here i am in your world to explore my world in yours".

              But for the boy these hope is only a hope. Hope with Nostalgia. And Nostalgia with Fear. And Fear with Death....The death of the boy..He don't want to live any more, talk any more. He prefer to die than to live without her.

              He is sure that one day he is going to end the chapter of his love with the ending of his life because he can't end his love story just by keeping himself alive. If he is alive, his love for that girl is alive. He can't end his love for that girl keeping himself alive........

because

he love that girl very much.

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I have found, what you call it love,

but I lost my best friend

I have found, what you call it success,

but I lost my freedom

I have found, what you call it ur family

but I lost my dream of making my own family with

I have found a sequel to live my life up to,

but my desire to live has died

I have found, what relation is,

but I can't decipher why we fight to end the relation

I have found the reason to miss for her

but it seems that I have lost her

PS: The last line doesn't co-relate with my present jiffy.

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Sometimes, you state the obvious to get introspective. We know that the present era is multicasting the capabilities of grey matter. From engineers to doctor, from corporate honchos to soldiers protecting the motherland, everyone is helping build the nation's future. The birth of the different weapons has generated extensive speculation about the potential consequences of the development for any nation. A peep into the history will tell us that army has played a vital role in developing the country, by not just protecting it when there is the need for it but also in helping in the times of disaster and crisis. So be in the train accident or earthquakes, the men in uniform are always there to lend their support.
From the making of MIG fighter plane to launching CHANDRAYAN the forces have done their bit. In fact today a Nation's progress is judged by the strength of the forces, their weapons, their tenacity. In fact talking of the forces, even we will go back 11 years, one will see what real courage is. Kargil war was not just a war; it brought alive a vivid images of brave soldiers, fighting to protect their motherland. What started as a war soon spread as a movement. For it was for the first time in recent past that patriotism same so close to next vivid form. So be it captain Batra's "Dil mange more" was cry or the fact that Kargil, just another place on India's map for most Indian (and we are talking civilian) bacame a matter of national pride meant s lot for soldiers. For till now, their sacrifice was just a figure in newspaper headlines adding to causalities but with Kargil people began to put faces to those numbers, emotions to those sacrifices. What if soldiers hadn't been selfish ? It could have meant other repercussion for the nation, hampering its progress. Terrorism could have been much worse than what it is now!!

And come to think of it, one of the things that make the India different from a lot of country is its secularism, a thing that has been part of soldier's life since he probably thought of the forces. Mingling with different cultures, different geographies, and different ways of life is almost a way of life for soldiers. The word posting is a part of a soldier's life. So be it their own country or another, restoring peace is their motive. The restoration of peace automatically leads to development. Men in forces are a strong guiding factors to a nation's progress.
Jai Hind, Jai Bharat!!
written by:
praveen
a second year mechanical engineering student
PS: my above article was published in the INDIAN SALUTE MAGAZINE OCTOBER EDITION 2010

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I say i care, i show i care, but when it is not valued don't i start barking it aloud to the whole world just proving that in reality i hardly care.

I say i love, i show i love, but when i am not loved in return don't i cry infront of others making that person culprit.

I say i need you, i show i need you, but when i feel ingnored don't i change my needs to drinks and smokin'.

I say i don't wanna hurt you, but don't i hurt you by repeating this phrase millions of time when you are just not interested.

I say i miss you, i show i miss you, but when you don't reply being busy with some serious stuff, don't i stop saying it next time.

I say i understand, i show i understand, but when you don't understand sometimes, don't i start making an issue.

I say i just want your happiness, but don't i become a hurdle when i see you being happy with someone else.

I say i m sorry, i show m sorry, but do i really mean it, when i keep on repeating the same mistakes again and again.

I say i l manage, i pretend i l manage, when i can't manage my emotions how can i say the same about life.

I say i don't give a damn, when i m obsessed with only that thing, m i not just keeping my ego at priority.

I say i don't cry, i pretend i never do, but why my pillow is wet most of the times.

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