The Lost Gurukul And The Rise Of Industrial Slaves

Every minute 34 babies are born in our country. In a tropical country like ours ,stable climate, good soil and rich crop produce contributed extensively to our population growth. One of the primary reasons why highly populated countries are in between the tropical latitudes.


 Nevertheless , Abundance of resources was always used as an ulterior motive behind colonization. Colonization was an era our country can never erase off history. Some consider it to be a boon in few ways, like it brought in industrialization and civilization into our country. The Europeans believed that it was their responsibility to civilize the Asian and African continents and in return deprive them off their resources.

 Along with the British era came in 'Factory Model Of Education', a form of teaching which prepared you for becoming an industrial slave. We are a democratic, secular ,independent nation and to get rid of the colonial tag attached to us  we have even renamed Bombay to Mumbai, Madras to …

flight 9W IN 2020

welcome aboard 9W IN 2020. Your journey into Dr Abdul Kalam's dream is just a few light years away. Your flight captain for this trip is our very own PUNJAB DA SHER DR MANMOHAN SINGH and co pilot AYODHYA KI SHAAN MR LK ADVANI. Before we start this journey I request all passengers to show their tickets to the crew members....we need to make sure that we have everything according to the allotment- 40 oc's,25 SC and ST, 15 OBC and 20 other minorities seated here...the rest of the passengers need to pay to see a developed India  few light years away :). lets start off with the safety instructions, pls be attentive as our flight has a new safety system many of you are not aware of. Due to certain economic constraints our airline could not afford seat belts this time. instead we have telephone cable wires generously donated by Mr Maran attached to your seats. please put them on once the seat belts sign is switched on. when the cabin pressure falls below normal the oxygen masks will…

gala gala new year

hello to all my wonderful blog readers :p ...not mention how regular i am when it comes to updating this page :D. I'm back in action this 2012....As you all know it that in don2 -don ko pakda mushkil nahi namumkin hai...mark my words guys that this time archiekens blogs will be NAAHI MUSHKIL TO READ aur NAAHI NAAMUMKIN TO INTERPRET [ maybe some posts will be as such..bear with me fellas :)]

so new year...resolutions...parties....WOW...that's called fun. Being someone who was not born with a silverspoon but forced to eat with a stainless steel, i sometimes tend to crosscheck the definition of the term FUN with my dictionaries at home. New years eve,where am i?? at a random party full of silverchamchas....what am i upto?? dance and that all you would do to pay tribute to this lovely year and welcome the next?? DISGRACEFUL!!!!

IGNORANCE....we have all been ignorant till now. Every new year its our moral duty to realize how ignorant we have been till date. i used ign…

the missing link

“Doctor, it’s high time you got back to your patients, it will be quite a task for you today.”
Huh….. Where am I? whoa… this is not my apartment . how did I get here? My head feels heavy, wait , that woman in white is definitely not Janet, what is she even doing in my bedroom? She looks like a nurse from her uniform…. am I sick??
“excuse me young lady, this doesn’t seem like my apartment”
“oh doctor, no nasty jokes today please , you have a lot of work, rise and get to your desk ”
“am I the doctor?”
“Now doc, enough of this fooling around business and GET TO WORK”
“give me a break…I AM NO DOCTOR!!! … let me out of this dungeon . I’m Jake , student of Illinois academy , so just let me go!!”
“now that’s enough doc, you are not going anywhere “
Wait , not that, I can go back sleep or at least fake it for your sake but not the ever dreaded syringe. “STOP … I’ll calm down, please keep that awful thing away from me”
“all right as you say”
Now where was I last night?? At the Petro’s Open , exact…

my ballet queen

her walk down the aisle is all i remember
a journey of aspiration, the way beyond her imagination
dreams with wings bowed down to bestow her
for she had marveled them,leveling their mystics to a real world
her last walk ,a moment to mesmerize
for then she was distant, distant forever

every time i see through my monocle
i see dragonflies reminiscing her aura
fireflies just like the shimmering light in her
her toes like tiny pins on the floor,
her movements as swift as a swan
atimes ferocious like a storm
sometimes soft and sober like a unicorn

her soft lily perfume lingers around the theater
her absence a fantasy none get over


On a cloudy day, a pleasant cool breeze tantalizes every heart towards it. who does not wanna take a stroll when the whole atmosphere is inviting and the breathe taking beauty of nature's various faces has already synchronised itself to an admirer's rhythm.

just imagine, a little rainbow coloured butterfly steps out of its cocoon into this already overburdened land of lust. A butterfly that had seen life on Earth through it's catterpillar eyes and always wished to get wings like every look alike of her's had. After months of patience, penance, isolation and conefinement she breaks open her cocoon and flutters her mulicoloured wings with utter excitement. A true gift that opens the world to her from a new perspective .

The breeze transforms itself into a storm. Poor little thing has just shed its old life and its first flight itself turns out to be a doubtful one. The storm is harsh and swings her from left to right, giving her no opportunity to follow her will…

the broken bridge

Loneliness was widespread as a soft breeze whispered the chimes of
time into their ears,
as it moved along through history,
leaving it's soft scent with the breeze to carry forever,
pass it on to those ignorant souls
that have lost their dignity, humanity and a value of their own

a broken bridge is all that is left,
between their world and a world that believed in them
shattered are they , shattered is the whole existence
yes its ignorance, a reason for comfort and satisfaction,

The breeze will continue to carry forth the soft scent
a never tiring attempt in the ages to come
but I wonder when this world would cease to survive
I wonder when the breeze would die,
I wonder if till then I would exist...