Written on June 19th.
Am in kota for another 5-6 days...
I am at my brother’s place where adjacent to his room, there are around 7 or 8 room which are typically occupied by IIT-JEE aspirants round the year. Presently almost all the rooms are vacant and once I happened to enter one of the deserted rooms next to ours. There I read many interesting stuff including poetic verses (better shayaris ), names of different girls encircled with a figure of heart in red ink (perhaps blood),inspiring life stories of great men who suffered and struggled before they succeeded, roll numbers of various exams, names of the students who had inhabited the room, class schedules of various coaching institutes in kota, periodic table, posters of dream girls (mostly Sania Mirza or some Hollywood hottie) trigonometric tables with conversions, sum and product formulae etc. Reminded me of my days when I was preparing for JEE. I recalled many correlated stories of my JEE times but this written on one of the walls is what amused me the most:
“Hum jise chahte hain woh chahti hain kisi aur ko,
Rab kare, woh jise chahti ho, woh chahe kisi aur ko”
i.e.
The girl whom I like, likes somebody else.
O’heaven conspire that the one whom she likes, likes someone else (and not her).
Ha Ha Ha.
Why this world is so unfair where even the beloved is to be competed for?
Ha Ha Ha.
Why the issue and spirit of healthy competition is dying a chocked death?
Why we are foraying deep into a materialistic world where even the relations and feelings are nothing more than entities which can be traded for a Diem?
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All I can think of is a Bob Dylan Classic, “The answer my friend is blowing in the wind”!
The song is playing as I write this on my notebook. Wish I could funnel and filter the wind to get the answer.
