Is it last date* already?

* And here I literally mean a date ;)

Clock is ticking. And suddenly the alarm rings, “Time For College”.

We get up and get ready in a hustle and rush to the college. When we are about to step into the classroom, a reminder occurs with immediate reaction. 

Reminder : Last date of Case Study Submission

Reaction  :   Is it last date already?

Almost 90% of students will suffer from the same stated reaction, except the ones who are really good at time management. Why is it so? **

School Days at Ujjwal

Those loving days of our early ages, and the open books with curly pages,

We miss our each and every class,

whether nursery or tenth..(the last)..

That small play ground of ours, and those different pepsi flavours,

the game of cricket with pad n paper ball,

and that half coat game of basketball..

We miss each n every football goal, and that unwanted ringing bell..LOL..

The boring exercise on Saturdays,

and the "Muskaan's golawala " on the roadways..

My Lost Dream

My lost dream is a poem dedicated to my performance in college...
By me.. (Obviously!!! :p)


The rays of sunlight from the heavenly sky,
Falling on my eyes just for a try,
"Pratik, its time to wake up" uttered the angels in my dream,
But the sun got envy and showered a beam (of light).

February, Rain and The Auditions...

White full shirt, with a pair of blue jeans, brown punk hair, stud in left ear, and glares shining brightly and reflecting back what is to be seen by him, was that guy, roaming continuously around the balcony of his college. It was the time of year, when one would expect a lot of heat and dirt and sweat on another’s body to be on display. As per regular schedule, the guy came and attended his regular lectures with slight amount of anxiety hovering in his mind. That feeling of anxiety, which was the outcome of the continuous hard work he did, for the results, which may crash his soul. The guy, always called as the DANCER of his college was in an unusual state of mind, where he was conflicting with his long term achievement of being a dancer and his newly introduced outburst of anchoring.

He was all known for what he did last year on the stage with the proper movements on the particular rhythm i.e. dance. He was now thinking beyond his imagination to do this newly eroded feeling of his own i.e. anchoring. He wanted to prove the world that he has the potential to do what he thinks he can, and what he actually can. No matter whatever the situation occurs, he would strive against them to make his mark among the odds. But the destiny had something other in den for him.

I don't know what to write!

                                                          "I don’t know what to write" is a poem based on the current state of my mind, which is highly under the influence of Mechanical Engineering terms and its effects and my mind is trying to relate things to the normal life in an unappropriated way, which in a way, is funny.

So.. Here I Go...

How India Can Prevent An Arms Race in the Outer Space

                The prevention of the arms race in outer space has attracted the attention of the world for decades. With the growing ability of mankind to explore and use outer space, the danger of the weaponization of outer space has become increasingly imminent. Even after aware of the consequences of this not-so-needful arms race, many countries are just showing their military existence by producing more efficient and Eco-deadly Nuclear Weapons which could further result in a war. A war, whose consequences cannot be justified even if God tries to avoid this.

The Start Of A Dream..!!

My first blog... :)

I never know, how I got the fondness towards writing. But, I remember, during my school, teachers always appreciated me for my essays and write-ups. Also, all my friends encouraged me for writing the stuffs for their girlfriends, which would unluckily be named after them, infront of their respective gf(s). All my friends had been a great support for me and my writing.
Whenever I get struck at a point of no return,