Yes! I Believe In God!

When? : M.Tech. I Yr II Sem, (2007), Chilling Winter.

Where? : My Room, Hall 8, I.I.T.Kanpur,

Who? : Me & Him (Almighty),

Why? Hurry? : Have to reach to attend my guide's class on before 11 a.m.

What? : The Back Ground Story-1: Usually, I willn't be late for any class, and that too for my M.Tech. thesis supervisor's Class. He's so strict that he will not spare any late entry & will not permit any person into the class soon after when he steps in.

The Back Ground Story-2: On that day, it became late for me to start from my room. Only 5 min I was left with. So, I tried to hurry on my bi-cycle to reach soon. Then, it happened that, my cycle's stand got lose and got struck-up in my rear wheel. Apprehensive about deniance to class today, I scurried to the cycle repair shop at Hall-7. Mean while the clock almost ticked 11 a.m. Still hoped to get it repaired soon upon insisting the repairman with an estimatation that he repairs it soon. Second's hand continued to move into minutes. Almost I lost 10min, when I got the bicycle mended. Even, I ride with bike's speed it will definitely take 5 more min. So, disappointed by what had happened with me on that day, and with apprehensive in mind what sir might ask in the next class, I slowly returned to my room.

The Back Ground Story-3: Reached Hall, parked bicycle, got to my room and opened the door. Oh Damn! I found, I couldn't able to believe my eyes. Smoke engulfed entire room, fire blazing near the table. Situation soon made my mind to respond immediately. But, how? power was on. I couldnot able to put off the circuit. So, I dared to pull out the plug of the burning blower and dragged the blower outside and putoff the fire. Soon realised to notice that, the fire had just broke not more than 10min before. Or else, it would have gone into an inferno, soon leaving all my articles, books, my new (then) PC, clothes and entire room charred into ashes.

How?: Did It Happened: My blower (which we use to heat up our room in winter) was not working properly since 2~3 days before the incident took place. I was thinking to get it repaired on that evening, but, could not able to anticipate the danger.

This was one of many incidents, where I staunchly believe that God had helped me or saved me from the miserable danger. I believe, only He made my bicycle undergo repair and not allowed me to attend the class and willed my return to my room to stop the accident. At that instant itself I had "Thanked God!"

Memorable Ragging !

Youu! Hey you, you guys! come here, hard words heard by us as if they blasted out from a cracking stone. All of a sudden, we stopped to see whoz that,upon realising that those words came out from one, among a battery of seniors, who sat on steps near our College Bus-stop, we sauntered till them. Those are the early days of my Engineering days, and obviously we (juniors) move in groups as herds, always trying to escape becoming a scapegoat from seniors, by getting caught. But, we can't escape from the brunt as we usually get caught, standing for getting the bus. We all made to stand in a row to get ragged.

After, some preliminary ragging: Haan Ravi!, send him, thatt boy (pointing towards me) here, a girl's voice emanated from a mob of senior girls sitting beside their male counterparts. And as listening to her, he sent me to them. I donno what did they find particular interest in me, to call, I phased till them.

Fury grew in me, making irascible and at last irritable, as being at the idea of getting ragged by Gals. Hey what's ur name? Where aa'uu from? Which branch? Have Girl Friends?...? questions were missiled at me one after the other. I answered most of 'em. But, slowly mind started to become repugnant, and my face phased to red. They (gals) understood me becoming repugnant, and asked me why am I becoming so?

One of the girl (pointing to other in the group) asked me, Do 'u know her? She's also from your place and college? I said no, I donno her, and I asserted them she's not from our college.

Next Q' came, saying, why? just now we come to know from her that, she had crush on you while she was ur senior in ur college, how come you say she's not from your college?

While the mob posing these Q's my mind and face, all of a sudden phased into smile listening to 'em. They again asked me, why the damn I smiling when they were asking me seriously the serious thing?

To that I replied 'em, what can I say m'am (we need to call them sirs and m'ams), you all laing, and why can't you believe me that she's neither from our college nor has crush on me, because ours is the first batch in our college and there is no scope for seniors, and also the crushh..

Listening to my answer all of their mouths became dumb, and mind num, unable to digest their becoming ninni's. Soon, after that incident, they all at a time asked me to leave from there. Soon my bus arrived and I left to home.

This is the most and never forgetting memorable incident that happened in my life, and in particular my Engi days. !

Keep The Moments Alive !

In this small life and world, from the occassion we take our birth to the moment we leave, everything goes as a reel. We come to this real world at some moment and some place. And as the age of ours grow we move around the world for various reasons and purposes. The little mother earth, has lot of beautiful things in her hands. Our memory fades away with the time. Only we remain the witness to our happenings and memories. That too at some moment in the future we only remember a sparse of those golden things which splashed thru our lives. Those memories when we need to get as a flash in our minds we need to descirbe them when is necessary.

To keep those important memories all the time alive, even after we may not be alive, we need these real memories to be saved at some place, or we need to reel them. One important thing we need to memorise these golden and very important things other than our memory is a reel. This reel will keep those things alive, by the help of a tool. What does this mean, to keep all the things forever, we need help of a witness. This witness always have to keep it's eye on our happenings and be as a spectator cum witness.

Hence, we need this tool. A camera.

Ring Out The Old Year !

Tomorrow my calendar will say, I am old and not useful to me and my Diary say, I had your good and bad things in me, but, could not keep up the updates as it become old. But, the memories those inscripted in them, were not old, or sore. The past year was a wonderful year to me. All thru the year, I never felt sore and bore. This was the year, which brought to me many and many good things.
All the things which were happened to me were very important though it may be good or bad, but, taught me many good lessons, helped in improving my character and a lot. This was the year, to be noted for I graduated with M.Tech from I.I.T.Kanpur, and later joining into my first job for work.
There were many golden memories happened all thru out the year, which were not only contemporous but, they last for long. My mom was present at my graduation ceremony, and we had a splendid pilgrimage to Varanasi. Later, when I returned to my home from college, I along with my mom, had a Pilgrimage to Bhadrachalam . As, we usually have in every year some tour kind of thing, I along with my mom and sister, had a wonderful tour to Chennai, Pondicherry. We had a very splendid moments in the tour. On our return to our home, we had a visit to Tirupati. Those tours brought a much and huge relief in me to refresh from the hectic scheduled academics. They also made me to feel refresh and encouraged me in joining in my job life.
In the second half of the year, I joined in my job life, my first job, and at first I was a little tense, about my getting accustomed to the all different job life and accomodation from my college life which I enjoyed there. But, Pune invited me blessingly as a mother and it keeps on increasing its dearness towards me. I had a greater moments when we were taken for a tour of Panchgani, where those days, I had a splendid moments with my friends. As being I a lovable and cool person, and soon mingled with the new people and the environment of work. Days passing making me still more to accustom to the work culture. This has been still making my life to experience greater personality aspects in moulding my character.
This also the year where which enhanced my penchant for book reading. It gave me a great opppurtunity, by the help of my sister, in coming close with the greatest people with their greatest books. I always try to keep enhancing this my penchant.
This was also the year which broght some aspirations as learning guitar which desire had been lingering my mind at length, into reality. This was also the year which kept me financially at good position.
Though, there were good, a lot many feelings and aspirations this year didnot made me to cherish. Hoping for the best, to happen in the coming new year, I ask this passing old year to urge its successor to give them to me. Not only those left uncherished, but, also to give a lot many enthusiastic, adventures, twists, fruits etc..,

From these experiences and golden moments in my life, I with great regards bids fare-well to the old year and with lot many hopes, wishes, aspirations I great to welcome the New Year to Bless me what I desire and aspire.
Thus, I ring out the Old Year n Ring the New Year.

The Most Influential Story-Book In My Life !

Then I was a child, Our dad used to take us to near-by shop on Sundays, in those days, where a TV available, to show us the screen of the fairy-tale...Probably in my 4th standard, our dad, daily after our supper, used to tell the fairy-tales of the same story, not exactly a tale, but one of the most revered historical happenings, which is regarded as the Panchama Veda, "The Mahabharatha". Myself and my sister were the listeners to the stories told by our dad, whose continuation has been carried for nearly more than 3 months.

No sooner we finished to listen to the story, our Summer vaccation arrived. In those days, cable tv shows doesnot exist, so, watching our plight in passing the summer and also to control our mischievous behaviour usually we do when we be at home, our dad gave us the book which he used to read, The Mahabharatha.

By the time we had the book in our hands, we already were made acquainted by the story, the heroes and the characters from it. Myself and my sis, started to read the book one after the other. We enjoyed to read the story as it was in our Mother tongue. Right from the start, I showed eternal interest in persuading myself in going thru the story.

Both the clans were royal sons and has the legal heir to wear the crown of the kingdom. A large kingdom, emanated from great Kings. All the stories woven one after the other, highly influential to the then contemporary cultural and traditional country. Though myths some stories were, though far from reality at other ends, but, the narration of the stories were well woven clubbing these myths and human faiths which were existing then.

The story writer, who himself present in the story as a cameo, all gets the appraisal and admiration, and his repoitre, will be seen by the reader in every word, and board. The Lord Krishna, appears in the story along with his cousin, always be with the right, will helps in any fight, against the evil. All he says was whenever there comes the evil, inorder to uplift Dharma, he takes birth to kill it. He not just say these, but, will show them.

The story is a nobel example, where lot many characters come in, presents, how even the nobel personalities will succumb, when they embrace the notorious personalities and their paths. The great personality, Bheesma, will live in the hearts of everyone who knew about him for his, noblest vow he made and adhered to. The greastest Guru, Dhrona, will always be in the minds of the every pursuer. The highly disciplined, though vary from one to one in ideas, Arjuna, Ekalavya, Aswadhama, kept themselves in the selves of every heart. Dharmaja, Bheema, Aswini brothers, one of the greatest warriors heard.

On the other side, Dhuryodhana, though, is a very disciplined person, upon embracing the evil side, atlast succumbed to that evil. The Greatest warrior, trustee, donar, Karna, is no inferior to the other.

I went to chill, when the greastest war never heard before, if was really happened, involving large armedmen killed, approached in my story. With lot much of anxiety, enthusiasm, penchant, I finished to read it without much interuption.

The post war scenario, kept me wept, as if I lost my relatives and near-hearted. Atlast, bringing some cheers when the five heroes attains the throne.

The last two episodes, were really drew me to tears. One when the Blind King along with his wife, and his brother wife, goes to die, in attaining, the Hindu faith of last phase of life, and the other was the story of a one-side gold-coated Swan.

All these stories had created and imprinted in my mind since then, and are alive in spirit with me. Each and every personality and the story is unique in its kind, which made me to mould my character and personality. This one of the Great and noble collection of ancient India has, and which I feel proud to say I read to imbibe it in my heart.

How Experiments Are Influential ?

'Bapu' we call him. Mahatma He was confered. Made Father of The Nation. When once I was listening to a History class of Freedom Stuggle, thinking with childish mind, thought that Indian independence had been delayed only due to him. Since then I just had a respect towards him as National Leader.

But, after nearly a decade, growing matured with the life, and thinking childlike, I had got a great oppurtunity in reading His autobiography, 'My Experiments With The Truth'. Though I heard about this book and some content from this collection before, after getting the book, and before I started to go thru it, I had a doubt in my mind, that whether any person in this real world will reveal or disclose to write facts or truths what ever happened in his life, particularly personal happenings really, and was in an idea that definitely morphing of the happenings do happen. With that doubt in my mind I started to read the book. The same apprehension he raised when he was asked to make his happenings into a collection. He was so apprehensive that, he may go wrong way if he lies or even if he hides the facts.

I was really enjoyed to carry myself from one page to the other, from one chapter to the other, as the life story of his proceeds. No one admits ones mistakes, particularly the personal things. But, He brings out from this collection how the story of 'Satya Harischandhra', intiated him to lead to find and walk thru 'True Path'. The way in which he finds the satyragraha path.

From his experience he found to say "Truth is Hard As Adamant, and Tender As A Blossom", which is really true. He also, says that a person right from his birth goes in true path, observes justice, and speaks truth cannot find Truth, untill he observes Brahmacharya. He always tried to keep this all thru his life.

His life is a true example for those who brings out the critic about the whoabouts of such persons. His life is a true example of Satyagraha, Brahmacharya, & Non-Violence.

Bapu I wish I observe your path of satyagraha and Non-Violence.

Whirlpool of Thoughts Ignite In Mind !

Mind is a whirlpool. Here I have to mention why did I say its a whirlpool, not rather anyother. As the water in a whirlpool constantly rotates there itself, thoughts that ignite in one's mind will try to ponder the mind. At times there comes new thoughts or feelings when mind reacts to the things and the new environments, but, the inner thoughts and aspirations always keeps on itching inside the mind and always keeps the mind on alert. This whirlpool then makes the mind to think and think and atlast it will lead to two certain things, one thing is to get the aspired thing done and the next is to get rid out of the very thought itself.

This may appear weird, but, when mind keeps on thinking as it has to do, thoughts generated will provoke thy to cherish it compulsory.

Chidhu Looks Muddu

Hi, this is Me, I am named Chidambar Rao Bhukya, a little may appear as wierd, but, it has a nice meaning, that a person who have a heart which is as open as sky and kind, also, if we try to understand the name in the sanskrit, it mean Lord Shiva (i.e the person who wears Cheeta's skin a his garment).

I have two siblings, one elder sister and the other younger brother.