Henry Van Dyke once said "Use the talents you possess - for the woods would be a very silent place if no birds sang except for the best. " In this unfathomable network of blogs, ideas and intellectuals, I might be just another tiny speck of dust. But while flexing my brains amidst the heavy books of engineering, science and technology, I do crave for my ideas to be articulated; my thoughts to be delineated. So here's the blogspot rendering me ANOTHER CHANCE............a chance to grow up, a chance to live a new life, a chance to learn and a chance to write.
Introducing myself, I am Avinash Upadhyaya a part-time writer, full-time dreamer and engineering graduate from the Birla Institute of Technology & Science, Pilani (India). I hail from Dhemaji a small remote town in Assam - the north-eastern part of India.

Saturday, February 20, 2010

................a few thoughts................

“ What Man has made of Man”

I vaguely recall this line by Wordsworth I had learnt sometimes in school. Those days learning a poem meant analyzing every line of it ; making disastrous efforts to extract meanings out of these every lines and putting them down on paper praying that they are deemed by some unknown examiner sitting miles away to be fit for a handful of marks !!!!!!!

Years on and this particular line indeed seems to make sense for me.

February 2010. The city of Pune weeps with shock and grief as a blast echoes in the area surrounding the German Bakery. Mothers blame their destiny .The children whom they have raised with great efforts get washed away by the press of a button. Beautiful dreams that have been nurtured through years terminate in a few seconds. This is the modern man living a modern life and vaunting in the name of modernization…………………………………………………………………………

………………………. I wake up at 5 am this morning ( a very rare thing for someone like me who seldom gets out of the blanket before 8 am). Just three hours later I have a mathematics exam and I still got a heap of syllabus to conquer. My eyes turn to my cell phone. A missed call sent by an old friend. Kudos to the modern technology of “missed call” some people in some another corner of the nation can still assert without any loss of penny that they do “miss” me. Modern man has indeed gone a long way from the caves and jungles……………………………………


The depleting number of tiger population has already raised eyebrows of the modern thinkers. Now comes a fresh news reporting there might be less number of great white sharks than tigers. The majestic creations of nature are moving towards an end. The only unique planet of this galaxy ( or even the universe ) seems to be transforming. Transcending from a breathtakingly beautiful masterpiece of the magnanimous Nature to a heap of buildings and factories of the egocentric Man. We should love all fellow beings as well as other creations of nature. An old teacher in my school often told us.


…………………….The voice again tries to ring within me. The sensuous eyes seem to be gazing towards me. The beautiful face very close to me. Until I realize I was dreaming. I know I should move on. There are more grave issues I should focus on rather than……………………..A couple of times I have journeyed from Pilani to New Delhi by a bus. The green and beautiful fields on both sides of the road suddenly disappear. The infinitely tall buildings and the never - ending flyovers of Delhi and Gurgaon supplant the natural beauty. The changing face of the world vividly delineated in front of me. But still I never think too much about it. Even I am one of the selfish modern man always obsessed with myself and my dreams. The beautiful world and the wonderful mankind needs more concern now…………………………………..


……………I came across an article in mid-day.com about a young girl whose Facebook status read "I believe in being a beautiful and strong woman who will make heads turn and eyes look up…………” But that belief and dream will linger on as a belief and dream till eternity. The lady got killed in the Pune bomb blast. Kudos to the modern man who forms, reforms and destroys dreams.