kisi k prem ki kahaani meri jubaani.....

He priyatam,

Tumhaare mukh mandal k manoram darshan maatra se hi mere anatrman mein

Ek utsaah ki vega maano samandar ki lahron ki bhaanti angraai si lene lag jaati hai.

Rashmi ko dekh k bhi mujhe aisi anubhuti hoti thi ,par praan priye tumhaare waale tarang ki “frequency” ,'resonant frequency' k atyant karib hoti hai.tabhi to rashmi tumhaare pyaar k “amplitude” k aas paas bhi nahi pahaunch paayi kabhi.

Main uss rashmi ko hi “rashmi rathi” samajh baitha tha,par tumhe dekh k kar pata chala

Mujhe to kavita padhni hi nahi aati thi.

He prem pragyaani, tumne mere shithil jeevan ko apne prem k fabwaare se bilkul waise hi alankrit kar diya hai jaise apne college k premi yugalon ko nescaffe ne.

Jab dept. mein ayaa,tab sir ne kaha tha ,chhatro agar achcha civil eng.banna hai to analysis wa design achchi honi chaahiye.lekin main murakh ye naa samjh paaya ki analysis kiska karna hai,structure ya……maine to tumhaare chehre ki har shikan ko apna “shear force diagram” maana hai…aur tumhaare julfo ki har banaawat ko apni “bending moment diagram”.ab to design karna hi baaki tha, tumhaare chehre ki muskaarahat!!! tumhaare chehre ki muskaan hi meri reinforcement thi, jo sir ne bola tha tab hi dete hain jab structure “tension” mein ho,yaani mere liye tum. mere liye to pure kaaynaat mein sabse “stable structure” ek tumhraa hi thi naa priye.pahle to main pyaar ko mess ki kaali daal samjhta tha aur ladkiyon ko usme padi makkhi, lekin tumhaara pyaar to nescaffe k baadaam milk se bhi mithaa hai..aur tum makkhi nahii… makkhan aur kheer ho verka ki.

Tumhaara pyaar agar mass bunk ki masti hai, to rashmi ka pyaar verka k lassi ki tarah shasti hai.tumhaara pyaar agar 10 pointer hone ka shukhad ehshaas hai to rashmi ka pyaar maano structure design ki class hai.

Ab to periodical aur semester pariksha begaana sa lagta hai jaan.mujhe to bas ab tumhaare prem pariksha ki kausati pe hi khadaa utarna hai.kaksha mein bhi har vishay bas tumhaari ore hi le jaata hai.jab transportation eng padhhta hoon to meri pyaar ki gaddi swatah hi tumhaare dil ki ore chal parti hai.estimation n costing mein to tumhe diye gaye tohfe k hi estimate aur usme lagne waale cost ka bill banaata rahta hoon aur priye credit amount hameshaa hi debit se jyaada rahta hai.aur jab sir irrigation eng. Mein flood hydrograph bata rahe hote hain,tab main bhi banaa raha hota hoon,hamaara…… love-hydrograph.meri jeevan ki nayia to ab tumhaare haath mein hai priye,ya to apne pyaar k “buoyant force” k sahaare ise uss paar

Pahaunchaa do;ya phir iss maanjhi ko apne pyaar k bhoj tale doobne k liye chhod dena

Log kahte hai ishq insaan ko nikamma banaa deta hai,lekin mujhe kam se kam sajjanpur ka mahadev to banaa hi dega…aur asha hai ki agle safal premi yugal ki chitthi bhi mujhe hi likhni ka saubhaagya praapta hoga.aur ye kya..mujhe to iss ishq ne hindi club dwaara aayojeet prem patra lekhan pratiyogita mein ………….. sthaan bhi dilaa diya.

Naa kisi aur ka aur naa rashmi ka bas tumhaara,

Manish.

The Returns of Mr. Counterfort

"The only character in this story is purely real & bears a strong resemblance to a one alive."

Carrying onn from were Sandy left.....I would like to dedicate this line to him before I start...

"If there has been a soul ever dedicated to revolutionize the concept of engineering it is Him it is Him it is Him...."


The very thought of this man brings shivers to me....although his certificate says he is 37 years old( I can never say he is 37 years young)but it seems his youth has left his soul sum 25 to 30 years back.....Explaining him in his own way would be something like this....

"I am a (free) body who has just attained his HALF-LIFE(remember radioactivity :P).So from now onwards my disintegration will almost follow a constant curve.My face is a perfectly plastic body which has already yielded a long way back..and even 1 mg of laugh can bring it to its permissible stress level....when sitting I try to keep myself in undamped free vibration,but wen I start to walk a wind load starts acting(as per clause 26.6 of IS-1893) which develops an external force and I get into a damped vibration but there too I try to avoid Resonance so that the amplitude of my vibration is always under control.Though phase difference between what I see and what I perceive are out of phase(phi=90 deg),but the sound wave flowing from my mouth always remain in uniform motion.

Perhaps I have gone a little beyond what I should have gone, but the feelings are coming straight from the heart which cant be subjugated by any sustained load(dead or live).Well,the guy is truly amazing, the amount of work he puts in one day cant be lesser than :

1) Duration of my whole semester studies

2) The amount of time I roam around

3) 16 hrs

Whichever is greater.


Sometimes I think of the day when he will get married( definitely feeling pity for that gal),the bond (stress) that they both will exhibit will be directly proportional to the amount of time she stays away from him.

Otherwise a shearing resistance can act which will lead to sudden failure of their relationship.

The brain he has;can create wonders but cant help it,he has to accept that we are a bunch of lumped mass which is in the highest state of equilibrium and cant be disturbed by even a seismic force of any scale.

God's own Divine Child.....

One day,when I was kid,I went to school & as a true spectator was watching my house playing against vivekanand house.One of the guy was admiring a player that he was a genuine star; again in the class,the teachers always used to praise Ashish(happened to be our school topper) that he was star of our class.At night I used to glare at the sky and tried to see if I could see that cricket player and Ashish there.Never did I succeed!!!!Then I thought perhaps if I study like Ashish,I would find myself there oneday.With full devotion and motivation,I used to start my study but it was not before 15 minutes or so that my inner-self used to get over me. I used to think at least I am staying with my mum n dad....although they are stars..see their fate...they
have to stay away from their parents...and I had heard too that one star is several nautical miles away from the other.So getting satisfied I used to sleep in my mums lap.

Ishaan Awasti in me was dying to come out...but how...somebody told me how good my fingers suited to painting....ohh!!!I can't forget get that night. I only dreamt of M.F. Hussain and Picasso.....and the very next day I was ONN with my painting kit....the first thing which struck my mind was my favourate fruit,Mango.I started to draw the hybrid variety of mangoes.After I completed my drawing I went to dad to get appreciation for my wonderful drawing. Dad applauded me and said son just make it a bit bigger and your Banana will be ready to be eaten.At first I thought he was in his usual joking mood but after consulting everyone else in the house I had to believe that.

May be there was a greater tensile force acting on my mango...So the Elastic strain in it made it Banana perhaps.Nevertheless I thought,with advancement of science and technology, a mango will look like that one day.But it was time to switch my career.Study was never an option as my aggregate marks always happen to be less than Ashish's maths score and cricket bat was also too heavy to carry forget about driving it through squares and all.

But one thing I was certain off was that I was god's own divine child and after reading the above three paragraph you must have got that I really was...

Who will Help them:They or we......

People are leaving houses for water is nowhere,
And People are leaving houses for water is everywhere.

And where water is nowhere one wish if they had a dish of water,
And where water is everywhere one wish if they had a dish.

Everyone wants to quench his thirst,
but Their's thirst will only be quenched if there is water either everywhere or nowhere.

They say it is a natural calamity,they can't help it,
I too feel it is a natural calamity that they are they.

They say we are moving towards globalisation,
but there are many who still don't know how a globe is!!!

Perhaps we have transformed ourselves from white collar workers to blue collar workers,
but who will look after the plight of the ones whose lives are still grey.

It is not that it is only Theirs responsibility to do everything,
but it is the time to stand-up & get counted because there are someone,
who don't need a debate but need either we or They.

MY XPERIMENT WITH TRUTH(s)

Initially when I started to pen-down this article,the only name which struck to mind is Gandhiji's "My Experiments with Truth".But then I thaught may be Gandhiji might have copyrighted this name .In that case,the gandhi's might sue me & to be sued at this tender age of writership wouldn't do any good to me.So, as Shahrukh khan starer "ASHOKA" became "ASOKA";so did "MY Experiments with Truth" changed to "My Xperiments with Truth(s)".

After waiting anxiously and finally desperately for 2-3 days during my summer training, at last I asked my mentor(Pravat to be precise),"Sir, after all what is the need of a Civil Eng. at the site?Are we involved in anything technical?"He replied, rahter gruelingly"As a Civil Eng., Will you tie-up the reinforcement or lay down the P.C.C.(read it as plain cement concrete).These are the works of labours and masons.We are not supposed to do this kind of stuffs.And we have foreman to guide them & supervisor is also there in case there is shortage of any ingredient."I got my answer & smiles were there on the face of both of us.

Then suddenly as if he discovered some gem which he missed out telling,"yeah, you can also check if the construction is going as per the dimensions & you can even cross-check the Levelling etc done by the foreman." This time the smiles grew bigger.

Throwing light on the whole process of Construction at the site:- the drawing comes from some architectural firm(they were generally good,and at least my eyes couldn't figure-out much flaws as I have some special affection to architects unlike other civil engineers....:-) ).If you can understand the drawing,its fine;otherwise it is the foreman's work to make it understand to the supervisors,labours and masons. Thus in nutshell,you will get a piece of paper, pass it on to the foreman & your job is done.

So,everyone used to get 20 -25 thousand bucks just for standing in the sun.And for a guy like me who has got this habbit right from my school days because of one punishment or the other,this was no big deal.Ohhhh!!!! how can I forget our favourate time-pass.Just after lunch or whenver we got bored, we used to stand outside ur site gate & glare at the chicks(air-hostess to be precise).My flavour was Kingfisher,pravat liked Air-India as he liked traditional girls.

When I joined,I was told that pravat was to leave in 5 days & after that I was to look after the site. That thaught even braught shivers to me. But after I got to know about my job from pravat,I was relieved :P.

Finally,those 1.5 months went by.I went to my project-head to take my certificate & I got a pleasant surprise when he applauded me for my work(which work????) & gave me a PPO(Pre Placement Offer);not to forget the stipend too.

I thaught,after coming out,"What in me did impress him?Was it standing tall & strong in the scorching heat of delhi from 9 A.M.-6 P.M. or my choice of kingfisher matched with his :P?"