I was born on 1st January 1990 in Allahabad, Uttar Pradesh(INDIA) . I am currently working as an Officer in Grade 'C' in Indian Oil Corporation Ltd. I have done B.Tech. in Mechanical Engineering from Motilal Nehru National Institute of Technology. I have done my schooling from St. Joseph's College, from ISC board. I have reached several milestones. The most notable being Regional Mathematical Olympiad (RMO) qualification with 5th rank in State. I always feel that key to my success is that I am a very cool person who keeps tension and pressure out of the way. I have got a very positive attitude towards life. I believe in 'Simple Living and High Thinking'. I have got a smiling face. I am greatly inspired by Thomas Grey's poem 'Elegy written in a churchyard court'. My hobbies include playing chess, watching idiot box and sleeping. However i have some vices. The biggest vice in me is that I take things very lightly and sometimes carelessly too; but it doesn't mean that I am not responsible. I am a great lover of Indian classical music, and I am inspired by their composition, especially the ones which tell us about life. I want to lead a peaceful, tension free and a very simple life. I want to uphold the dignity of my country. I want myself to be called a 'True Indian' and most important of all 'Human Being'.
The play has been badly cast
But it was indeed not the last
I was merely a puppet
In the hands of a turret.
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Let the darkness rule, despotism may prevail,
Clock has struck thirteen, even a ray requires a tool;
Coin stands biased, dice shows seven,
The game has been set, mirror is not even.
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Life is a mystery, where future is future
Present is past, and past is history
The rainbow of emotions entangled by honey bonds of money
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युद्ध क्या है? क्या युद्ध हथियारों से ही लड़े जाते हैं? इतिहास अपने जन्म से भयंकर, भयावह, क्रूर, सर्व-विनाशी युद्धों का गवाह रहा है/ जब से मानव की संसार में उत्पत्ति हुई, तब से वह लड़ रहा है/ और मैं कहता हूँ, कि लड़ाई क्यों न लड़ी जाये/ इस संसार में ना-ना प्रकार के जीव-जन्तु रहते हैं और
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The fading memories of the godly instrument must be penned down before goddess of Amnesia takes her toll.
The sacred event occurred in the chilly winter of North India, when I was in no mood to be disturbed in my eternal sleep. It was an era when I preferred romancing with my solitude. Wings of nostalgia were not strong enough to lift a person living in his eighty plus weight category (Since, I am the author I can dictate terms about my weight) .
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