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Two Souls Of This World

We are two souls of same kind,

Hyaline  and frozen .

We left our heart and body;

Many years ago,

when we saw each other!

We  started our journey  

on the same path,

Although  from opposite direction!

Days, weaks,months,years then century,

All passed one by one.

But still the distance is too long

That i can’t see  you clear,

Although, we are two souls of same kind,

Hyaline and frozen.

We are souls, we can go everywhere.

Anywhere in earth and beyond it too.

Although from centuries I’m searching,

The way of your heart.

Its strange ,for both of us.

We  are same, we know that.

Still i can’t be so sure ,

As we  are souls and left our brains,

In that body , when we left.

Yes i accept , souls can’t think.

But  do you remember? We left our all,

To be together as a one soul.

Although the earth is round,

Still we never meet .

From centuries we are on

An endless journey.

We are souls, of same kind.

We can go anywhere,

But i don’t know 

 the way of your heart.

Posted in love stories

You Have My words, 💑 My Unspoken Love Story From My Dairy

Winters night has  covered the  earth with his darken  chest. Fog and soil touching each other now. Its the only time for them to fall in endless love. Suddenly my winter sleep broke without any  notice. Now its one am. I picked up my phone  and started looking at image gallery. Those photos reminds me about my one and only love, Isha; my life.
I don’t know how long i was lost  in looking at her. Suddenly tears started falling down along my chickes.

I was lost in many thoughts, Why we are away from each other ? Why   im failing everytime  to hold Isha though the world is against me. Why  we quarrel holding nothing but air inside us  ?
I know the reason ,  our intense love.  I know we are love birds. We can’t imagine  to spend a day without thinking about us. I know Isha also missing me a lot. Maybe she is also awake now like me.

At one side our intense love and at other side  responsibility .  In between this two things my condition is like  “two legs on different boats”.  Sometime i tried to get  lost in the hips  of  responsibilities  and sometime i surrendered  myself to Isha. But i failed in both. Sometime my heart was  revolting for  my decision and sometime world pinning me down.
I get so  worried   whenever i think about loosing Isha. I love Isha so much, more than my life.  But  many time, i hurted her… When she suffers in pain those  chains of responsibilities holdes me away from her. My heart also cries with her ,silently.  I can feel her pain. But what can i do to solve our problem? So i cry silently , men can’t cry  what society told me when i was young.

Maybe no one counts my tears  but my pillow absorbs every single drop of it. Whole days painfull jurney  every night gets deposited on my pillow. 

Everything can be fake! But the tears of my eyes and my conversations with my pillow is not fake!

Isha is everything of my life, its the only world where i want to breath.

Sometime  i think  , how can a  person becomes so important in your life? But i know its the reality its the life. 

Sometime i also think ,why i dedicated the  major portion of my life for her? 

The answer amazed me everytime. Only to get some love.

Hmm.Maybe she is the reason of my living. I only know ,i love Isha and i will do rest of my life. I cant imagine a world without her. How can i forget those evenings with her. How can i control myself to not look at her big eyes. How can i spend a day without holding her hand .

I only know she is everything. And i don’t want to loose her. Maybe i will loose the remained parts of me  if i loose her permanently.
A untold love story from my dairy…. To be continued…

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In A Foreign Land

Unknown city

Unknown land

Time moves fast

At an unknown pace.

White rooms

Have slanting roofs

Tall towers

To look over what’s ours.

Leaves turn brown

The rain comes down

The old stone still stands

Pride and honour of this land.

The night never sleeps

Streets never end

Forever alive

This foreign land.

Thoughts Of A Nyctophilliac

Unknown city

Unknown place

Time moves fast

At an unknown pace.

White rooms

Have slanting roofs

Tall towers

To look over what’s ours.

Leaves turn brown

The rain comes down

The old stone still stands

Pride and honour of this land.

The night never sleeps

Streets never end

Forever alive

This foreign land.

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Transforming his greatest fear into his passion!

***For all the folks who don’t know what Model UN is, visit my blog, you will find an introduction about it. ***

Sometimes we regret on our fears after achieving gold due to it.  It is the greatest trend of mankind to possess weakness or a phobia of something or the other. Sometimes your destiny is against you. You are destined to follow that throughout your life.

We all are scared of something or other, aren’t we? We often hesitate to transact things which we are not versed with or in which we lack the skill. It is our inner conscience which rebels when such opportunities are, whilst or body is just like a puppet following the orders of our conscience. Well same was the story with Mr.Rishabh Shah (Currently the founder of IIMUN). I would like to dedicate this blog post to Rishabh Shah, one of the greatest person I have ever met.

This story dates back when the concept of Model United Nations was just being introduced in schools. It was a usual day. History lecture was going on. All the faces were bleached with signs of despairity. The protagonist was a backbencher, an ordinary kid, possessing stage fright. He was customarily dozing off during the lecture ignorant of the world. His nap overlooked the advent of the school principal. Whilst he was sleeping, the principal spelled a few words about Model UN. 

The principal took his name and asked him to explain what Model UN is. Rather quiet timidly, he delivered a comic reply “A modeling competition?”. Undoubtedly this reply fumed the head mistress and she retorted, “You will be representing the school for the next Model UN”. Lady luck frowned on him. Finally life took its turn for him & that reply from his teacher turned all the tables. 

The anxious fellow was going to represent a nation (Saudi Arabia) at the national level discussing the global issues. He had no bait, since his principal mandated his participation else he would be kicked out of the school. 

He somehow managed to fly to Delhi for the most awaited event of his life. Upon entering the lavish gateway, he found out existence of 300 delegates. Well, for him it was like the entire global population has accumulated in that very room. This startling start unknotted the horrific conference. With ripe preparations, and a case history of stage fright, he hid under the desk. He found the entire committee little less amiable than he had expected. Another nightmare of his about being caught by someone came true. Picked up by a an over smart delegate, he weeped in front of the entire committee and ran outside in hunt of his teacher. His frail mind could not give room for such insults and he desired to depart for home. 

The smart teacher immediately called the principal to bad mouth about him. The principal blazed with rage and placed a heavier burden on his shoulders of attaining the best delegate prize! The boy was sent to the committee again. It was no less than hell for him. He was asked to deliver his speech. Rather faint-hearted, he arrived spelled out a few broken words, which were ironically appreciated, by the committee. This sole moment left a footprint of confidence, will, hardwork and morale. It threw light on the fact that, it is futile to run away from your fears, because in future, your fears are the one that will follow you.

The protagonist in the story mentioned above is none other than Rishabh Shah. Okay, well let me tell you about him. He is currently the founder of one of the largest Model UN agency named Indian International Model United Nations. It holds yearly conference on 108 cities in India and several other worldwide. The big fact is that, he organised a Model UN session in the headquarters of The United Nations in New York. Today he aims to campaign for a permanent seat for India in the United Nations. 

Rishabh Sir, if you are reading this then we are very glad to host such a powerful name of you on our blog. You are very humble, straight forward and an inspiring personality. You have filled the gap between politics (which is restricted to witty adults) to the basic education. Hatts off! 

Well, I would like to know from the audience about its greatest fear and measures that you are taking to combat it. 
***For all the folks who don’t know what Model UN is, visit my blog, you will find an introduction about it. ***

Amish Agarwal 

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Micro – Story : The Broken Pen And The Girl,A Untold Story From My Childhood Memories

Once upon  a time……A nine-year old kid sitting at his desk. His  name is Samir . Today he came for a scholarship exam. He never attend any examination like this. His family was not so rich. He also have two sisters. So this exam is very much important for him and his family. If he able to score good then the scholarship money will help him to buy new books this time.

Samir is talented, as well as a hard worker. Like every other boy,he loves playing in green fields. But he do not play  much because he know his father is a part time worker in a rice mill. Every day  his father works whole day ,to see  their  smile at evening.
Samir don’t know much about the world . But he wants to be famous and to earn enough money that his father can enjoy everything without working in that rice mill.

Samir was always  serious about study. He also have a good image in his school. So teachers  recommended his name for the scholarship examination.

Samir got the question paper from a old lady teacher. The room is pin drop salient because the lady teacher scolding everyone who whispered for a moment. Samir started writing. Most of the answers of the question paper he know. He starts writing.

Samir brought two ink pens. One is black another is blue. But the teacher told them to write in back pen only . He surprised by listening such instructions first time.

The exam is one hour long. Samir did well only  three questions of  five marks each are left. But one question he can’t able to complete. He was lost in some thought for a moment. Suddenly a sound of dropping pen heard by all. No body showed attention to that sound. It  was samir’s black ink pen. When he pulled out his pen from under the bench, he found the ink was broken.

Samir don’t know what to do now. He only had one black pen. Now he can’t answer remaining questions. He become very tensed. His face became dark and sweats came up on his little face.

He don’t  know anyone in this room. He was also a shy boy to unknown persons. So he can’t even asks someone  for  a extra black ink pen . Now he was feeling guilty.

He began to weep silently. Sometime latter he realized a soft push from a soft fingur. A girl sitting at the bench beside him holding a beautiful black ink pen towards him.

The girl smiled and whispered very slowly…..

“Take it and complete your answers”.

Samir was speech less for a moment. He don’t know how to give thanks to the girl. He just started looking at her with big wet eyes.
The teacher shouted “-only fifteen minutes left”. Samir then quickly turned around and started writing down firstly.

He just completed all the answers in last moment. The final bell of the exam ranged. Now all students leaving the room and shouting loud. Samir was so happy now to find someone who helped him so much.

Samir whispered to the girl with his broken voice——..

“Your…. Pen.,; ummm… Thank you very much for this”.

The girl smiled and said with joyfully “it’s ok… I’m Rini,….mmm  but for what, you are crying that time!? ”

Samir don’t know what to say, he became tensed again.
Rini placed her hand on  samir’s shoulder and said…. -“hay it is nothing, look  i  only helped you a little bit isn’t it. Lets go our parents must be waiting ”

Both walking across a passage. Rini said -” i hope you get selected for the scholarship”.

Samir asked -” why?” .. Surprisingly.

Rini replied -” ummm…. Now you are my best friend and I’ll be proud of you if you get the scholarship. Isn’t it?”
Samir smiled first time in the whole conversation ……… And they began to walk towards the gate where their parents are waiting for them………

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India craves for peace, This mayhem needs to cease!




It was rightly said by someone that, India is the cradle of human race, the birth place of human speech, the mother of history, the grandmother of legend, and great grandmother of tradition. She is respected for her sundry values, secular terrain & of course the global spirit which is bleached on its citizens.

Today in the epoch of greed violence & hunger there exists a cold-war among people. Despites all odds, India stands tall with her shoulders broad proving her might & courage amidst the frail minded world.

But, the disturbing fact lies in the innocence of our nation. Be it the extremists or the cross border fights. India has sought solutions in a peaceful manner showing adherence to the ideals of Gandhi. Today her peaceful attitude seems to invites peril form all the corners of this fast paced globe. Inflation is scaling its heights, radicalisation is bustling, & poverty is reaching its ben whilst humanity is depleting.

Terrorism, often called extremism abounds India. It has gripped the entire globe. Be it Paris or Dhaka, everywhere the venom of humanity is boiling. This mayhem is everlasting. It is quiet certain that this venom will also engulf our India as well. It would seek our terrain for blood shed, apartheids, & genocides. The horrific fact often arises in my mind that if terrorists often mothed India, how would our nation, which breathes Ahimsa will react?

The Taj attacks, the Kashmir dispute, & the Chinese border fights are some initial tremors of a grave circumstance. It is quiet unfortunate that our own neighbours support terrorism. Prolonged support will only hinder the democracy & would give the evil to open up his claws. It can trigger the third world war. Nobody can imagine the how the glorious terrain of India would transform into an arena for nuke battles. Well I know it is very astonishing even to dwell such thoughts into our mind, but the truth is always bitter.

Today it is of paramount importance to turn these tables. Education can be used as a tool to bargain for peace. Our religions preach about the dominance of good over evil, but in this era who shall adhere to it?  It is the evil who is blazing & it is the good who is being influenced by this evil. The rest others are inclined to their monotony as puppets to the evil, in wait for a disaster to fall upon.

Well what if these puppets could rebel and outshine the evil? How would it sound if someone ever quoted that the globe is free of terror? Quiet ironical right? But today in the growing influence of education, moral value should be infused in the youth, development against extremism should reach its ben & lastly every Indian should develop hatred against the ashes of terror.

Oh dear Almighty,

We Indians are dotted with wit & power,

Let the lady luck shower her smiles on us,

We have the ideals of freedom flowing through our veins,

But still we crave for peace, & this mayhem needs to cease!



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Fuel & It’s Importance In Our Daily Life

The entire world leans towards “Fuel”, just a four letter word. It is today what the entire globe craves for. Today none can imagine life without fuel. So importance of fuel in our  daily life is increasing day by day.

Our planet is bounded with natural resources. The crust of our planet is enriched with a mixture of fuels, crude oil, natural gases and various other needful elements. All the realms of the planet are laden with these resources bur fuel is the only resource that is edged to the lithosphere. Earth provides us with solid liquid as well as gaseous fuels. Solid fuel is mainly available in the form of coal which is used in lumps. Crude oil upon distillation gives birth to an array of benevolent fuels like petrol diesel, kerosene. Crude oil accounts to the highest share in production of energy. Natural gases which are combustible hydrocarbons are also extensively used.

Along with the time, even the human population is advancing further. After the industrial revolution the demand for fuel kept on increasing, simultaneous to the steep increase in the human population. Today the human population has crossed the 7th billionth mark. All the roads are teeming with automobiles and the hinterlands are dotted with factories. All the mobility and the manufacturing process are carried out with the use of fuel. Thus in greed of progression the man is overlooking the judicious use fuel.

Nobody can deny the fact that the entire global economy leans upon the trade of fuel. Countries like UAE are not taxing its citizens due to surplus oil riches. Crude oil has become an icon of prosperity for the entire Middle East. The monopoly of oil is a source of livelihood for tons of people. Despite, it is currently one of the most prominent contributor of air and water pollution. Unlike the past, today fuel is not available in surplus quantities. Along with the depleting environment, the level of crude oil is also lowering down drastically. The appalling truth often heard is that within a few decades, the reserves of crude oil will get exhausted. It takes millions of years for crude oil to replenish. Science has always rescued us in terrible circumstances. Today we are fortunate to have a parallel group of resources which do not make crude oil the solitary source of energy. 

Due to futuristic growth, the man has started utilising inexhaustible suns light. Solar powered products are being used. In India a broad promotion spree about solar power is being carried out. Government is collaborating with private firms to set up solar farms in order to minimise the usage of crude oil. Some people may complain about high investments in them; despite it has zero maintenance costs.

Second in the list comes hydel power. Hydel power assures sustainable use of water on Earth through various hydroelectric projects. Several multinational riverine projects are proposed. 

Last but not the least, science has also paved the way for energy generation from wind. It is capable of poring the future with windmills. China has produced over 145000 MW of power using its windmills. 

In this swift paced mechanised world, humans are regarded as the most intelligent creatures. Thus it is our responsibility to implement these alternative sources of energy. As far as automobile fuel is concerned, besides petroleum and diesel, compressed natural gas is a reliable option. It will not only help to combat air pollution but also help in shrinking the uptake of petroleum. Secondly hybrid cars which work on both batteries and natural gasses is another convincing option.

In this era of inflation and price fluctuations, it is quiet eloquent that petrol and diesel are also not safe for our pockets. The abrupt rise in taxation and prices evidently indicate that we will fall short of resources. Well on personal level we can implement carpooling and promote the usage of mass commutation. Cycles can be availed for travelling short distances. 

On a much greater level, the man has devised solar powered supersonic jets and sustainable railways. This motive will surely help to combat fuel depletion. Today the world is in dire need of more such innovations.

It is pointless to list down such measures unless we gain the need to prioritise these. Neglecting to these measures will only lead to a hazardous and treacherous future. Undoubtedly if we give importance to natural fuel and practise  these measures to enable sustainable development , then it will surely overwhelm the natural cycle and will result into a successful future. Truly fuel is the elixir of life and very much important to run the wheels of our modern nation.Thus Fuel is a resource  and to make suitable  exploitation of these valuable resource, resource perception is essential.

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He is a writer

With words bleeding from his fingers

With storms raging in his mind

In the calm of the night.

He’s got demons chasing him

In the day and in the night

When nightmares clog his eyes

He might as well write.

How should I bear it?

He asks with all his might

Tired with the burden

He stops for a while.

He searches literary arcs

In the demons and storms

In the calm of the night

He might as well write.

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One Indian Girl,The Seventh Novel Of Chetan Bhagat

Chetan Bhagat  who is known  as one of the top influential Indian Fiction author. One who have the potential to express the stories like a real incident of someone’s life. Due to his writing  skills he  have the largest fan following from any other writer in India.
Not only stories or novels, Chetan has an opinion for everything. Whether it is politics, social injustice,sports,corruption or any other bitter ground.

After a long break he  again made his entry into the Indian publishing market. Through  his seventh novel,one Indian Girl.

What is One Indian Girl!

one Indian girl is  about an Indian girl and her struggle of life. Where the girl is intelligent and successful in her life. Ultimately for this reasons she finds it difficult to get love  from others.

The book presents a dark scenario of our Indian society. Where girls are pressed daily towards coroners of a grayish world.

The book One Indian Girl also asks…..why when it comes to love being intelligent  as  well  as too successful is almost a drawback for a women.
From a very early time Chetan wanted to write a book with a female character on first position. But surprisingly he can’t able to write a single one. After  a long time he  finally wrote , One Indian Girl.
In this book a huge importance on feminism was given by Chetan. Because according to Chetan   

“Feminism is equal  rights.There’s nothing too fancy about it. Sometimes it gets a little complicated because men and women want different things out of life. There core drives and motivations are different”.

After the publication of the book One Indian Girl, Bollywood actress kangana Ranaut has expressed interest to play the lead role in the 

Film adaptation.

Posted in Poetry

It Was The Woman!!!”

A poem by untold views of our life_admin

It was the woman who nurtures the seed,

It was the woman who gave you birth,

It was the woman who  take cares of you,

It was  the woman who grows you up,

It was  the woman who gives you inspiration,

It was the woman who teach you ,how to love?

It was the woman who  is the reason for your success,

It was the woman who teach you,what is pleasure?

It was the woman who is responsible for your  down fall,

It was the woman who tell you how to hate?

It was the woman who tell you what  is pain!

It was the woman who tell you how to break?

It was the woman who  tell you, how to irritate?

It was  the woman  who shows you, how to take life ?

Woman ;Woman; every where

Cause for your start ;reason of your finish.

And this is the  reason  for our shouting, everywhere

Ladies First!!!!!!!!!!!!!