The Nightingale girl (A fictional narrative poetry)

A melancholy song, she was about to sing;

She was about to sing of her solitude.

But do not confuse, she was all alone, ‘cos that’s not why I mention solitude.

And do not think she was miserable too, hearing of that melancholy song.

For, alone she was is just a myth,

She always lived with a crowd around.

And miserable too, she had never been,

She just got it for her, of all her wants.

But there was a pain, her voice just bore,

And that pain made her a star.

She sang of ‘grief’, sometimes ‘separation’,

And she even sang of the ‘World War’.

There was a rhythm in air- when she sang,

and the songs were still of pain.

It always looked like, there’s some truth in her voice;

teary eyed,  she tried to refrain.

She was paid for the pain, as much as she could bring,

but her emotions never seemed fake.

Everyone knew the Nightingale girl, her life’s fulfilled- they would think.

But no passerby, deep looked in her eyes, no one asked her what made her awake.

Awake when everyone was lost in their dreams,

she would hold a photograph and weep .

Every day she sang, those heart-wrenching songs,

The photograph, in mind- she would keep.

Who was in the picture, a question you’ll ask,

I must tell you it was her family.

Long was the life she had to live,

but together , it had been a small journey.

She lost them all, at a tender age,

they died in the War, in front of her.

Every day she regretted, her hiding behind the bushes,

and thought, how cold she had been, that summer.

Better it was, to be together in heaven,

than to die inside every day, still smile!

She had that all , every day in mind,

And the palace-like home, felt like exile.

She could not recover, though years had passed;

and there were years which would still pass by.

Till someone comes, who could kill the pain,

and without regrets , makes her look to the sky.

Of all the things she bore inside,

made her the Nightingale of the Land.

But of all the fame, and the name she had,

to her still was like the deserts and sand.

But God loved her smile,

and it was long back he saw her do that,

so it was time now to end up her grieves.

And the pangs of sorrows, she was always hit by, would no longer make her sad.

And one day, God sent him,

Him , who would just understand;

the unspoken words, the regrets deep-down ,

he would mend everything with a magic wand.

The wand was of empathy,

It was made of pure heart,

He became a snake vendor for her,

on the first part.

Amused she would be,

was something not to think.

For, she stared with anger,

her eyes-she was not to blink.

And so he became a clown,

and painted his nose red.

And he juggled plates and knifes,

riding a bicycle, and jokes he said.

Long was his show,

but she would not smile,

And when he fell and plates broke,

that’s when she blinked her eyes.

He got up again, he again started things,

brought a monkey, became a Santa Claus ,

but nothing worked- ‘all in vain’, he thought.

She then ran upstairs without a pause.

And he stuck a look, on the picture hung,

that she’d been gazing all the while.

He just understood, she’d lost them all,

and that’s why the Nightingale refrained to smile.

Now he also ran upstairs, her hands he held,

and asked her to come to the terrace for some time.

He told, he had known, the secret of her melancholy;

and why it sounded so real all the time.

Pointing out towards the sky, he told he never had anyone he could fear to lose.

He was an infant found under a tree, by a priest.

And the Church was a place he grew old.

And said ,“separation is an inseparable part, and it always exists.”

“But sheading those precious tears,

cannot bring them down from heaven.

Rather, if they  would see you from there,

they wouldn’t be at peace, looking at your life- painfully woven.”

“So, smile”, he said, ”and they would find peace”,

“For separation is a part that wouldn’t cease to exist”.

And then she smiled, and the heaven smiled along,

And said , “I’ll smile for them every day, this smile I’ll never resist”.

And he said, “I had nothing I could fear to lose”,

And said “ today I fear to lose this smile, and the one who beholds it, forever.

 Will you cross the puddles , and oceans of life with me..?

And we will smile for the heaven together.”

And she said ,” Yes”, now with tears of joy;

and saw the crowd gathered outside her house.

Everyone cried with joy ,as the Nightingale smiled,

every stone, the flowers, even that caged mouse.

THE ALCHEMIST (Gist of the novel #Extracts #Lines #Feelings #Favorites )

Friends, today I've decided to sum up a few things that you MUST READ if you haven't ever gone through THE ALCHEMIST by Paulo Coelho, and you have been longing to read it once. Friends , tomorrow never comes, and if you can't take out time from your hectic schedules for an entire novel reading session, you have it RIGHT HERE, the BARE SKELETON of  what Paulo Coelho has conveyed through his Novel. It's the essence of THE ALCHEMIST, not the story, but EXTRACTS , and my personal FAVOURITES throughout . So go ahead...HAPPY READING ( #tags are my favorites ) :)

 

 

 

 

 "#And when you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it."

 

 *There is a force that wants you to realize your destiny; it whets your appetite with a taste of success.

 

*The secrets to happiness is to see all the marvels of the world ,and never to forget the drops of oil on the spoon.

 

*Beauty is the great seducer of men.

 

*Every blessing ignored becomes a curse.

 

*There was a language in the world that everyone understood. It was the language of enthusiasm ,of things accomplished with love and purpose, and as part of a search for something believed in and desired.

 

*Making a decision was only the beginning of things . When someone makes a decision ,he is really diving into a strong current that will carry him to places he had never dreamed of when he first made the decision .

 

*The closer one gets to realizing his destiny, the more that destiny becomes his true reason for being.

 

*Intuition is a sudden immersion of the soul into the universal current of life, where the histories of all people are connected, and we are able to know everything, because it's all written there.

( Maktub !! ;) )

 

*People need not fear the unknown if they are capable of achieving  what they need and want.- ALLAH

: We are afraid of losing what we have, whether it's our life or our possessions and property. But this fear evaporates when we understand that our life stories and the histories of the world were written by the same hand.

 

*Everything on earth is being continuously transformed, because the earth is alive...and it has a soul. We are a part of that soul, so we rarely recognize that it is working for us.

 

*If you can concentrate always on the present, you'll be a happy man.

 

*Life will be a party for you, a grand festival, because life is the moment you are living right now. 

 

*Maybe God created the desert so that man could appreciate the date trees.

 

*The secret is here in the present . If you pay attention to the present, you can improve upon it. If you improve on the present, what comes later will also be better. Forget about the future , and live each day according to the teachings , confident that God loves his children .Each day, in itself, brings with it an eternity.

 

*To die tomorrow was no worse than dying on any other day. Everyday was there to be lived or to mark one's departure from this world.

 

*Courage is the quality most essential to understanding the language of the world.

 

 

#It's not what enters men's mouths that's evil , it's what comes out of their mouths that is.

 

 

*Remember that wherever your heart is, there you will find your treasure. (You've got  to find the treasure, so that everything you have learned along the way can make sense).

 

 

*Life attracts life.

 

 

#Love never keeps a man from pursuing his destiny. If he abandons that pursuit ,it's because it wasn't true love...the love that speaks the Language of the world.

 

 

*One is loved because one is loved. No reason is needed for loving .

 

 

*Men dream more about coming home than about leaving.

 

 

*If what one finds is made of pure matter, it will never spoil. And one can always come back. If what you had found was only a moment of light, like the explosion of a star, you would find nothing on your return.

 

*The wise men understood that this natural world is only an image and a copy of paradise. The existence of this world is simply a guarantee that there exists a world that is perfect. God created the world so that , through its visible objects, men could understand his spiritual teachings and the marvels of his wisdom.

 

 

*Listen to your heart. It knows all things.

 

 

*Treason is a blow that comes unexpectedly. If you know your heart well, it will never be able to do that to you. Because you'll know its dreams and wishes, and will know how to deal with them.

 

 

*You'll never be able to escape from your heart. So it's better to listen to what it has to say. That way, you'll never have to fear an unanticipated blow.

 

 

*People are afraid to pursue their most important dreams, because they feel that they don't deserve them, or that they'll be unable to achieve them. Their hearts become fearful just thinking of loved ones who go away forever, or of moments that could have been good but weren't , or of treasures that might have been found but were forever hidden in the sands. When these things happen, the heart suffers terribly.

 

 

*The fear of suffering is worse than the suffering itself. And that no heart has ever has ever suffered when it goes in search of its dreams, because every second of the search is a second's encounter with God and with eternity.

 

 

*Every search begins with beginner's luck. And every search ends with the victor's being severely tested.

 

 

#The darkest hour of night came just before the dawn.

 

 

#When you possess great treasures within , and you try to tell others of them, seldom are you believed.

 

 

#Your eyes show the strength of your soul.

 

 

#If a person is living out his destiny, he knows everything he needs to know. There is only one thing that makes a dream impossible to achieve : the fear of failure .

 

 

*The threat of death makes people a lot more aware of their lives.

 

 

*When you're loved, you can do anything in creation. When you are loved, there's no need at all to understand what's happening, because everything happens within you.

 

 

*When we strive to become better than we are, everything around us becomes better, too.

 

 

*Life is really generous to those who pursue their destiny.

 

 

 

मानव गलतियों का पुतला

Hi friends! Today, I'm posting a Hindi poem of mine , which  even brought me the first prize in 'Poetry recitation competition '  last year. I will soon be re-posting this poem with its translations in English, for my readers in other countries. :)

 

 

मानव गलतियों का पुतला

सोंचना मानव का काम है ,
और वह सोंच सोंच कर आम बातों का भी  अचार बना दिया करता  है।

 

 

दूर कहीं किसी भीड़  में, ऑफिस के काम से फंसा खड़ा परिवार ,
घर और गाडी की सोंच को  ज़रूर  उड़ान देता है।

 

 

कभी क़र्ज़ की, तो कभी कर्ज़दार की चिंता उसे खाया करती है ,
कभी अफसरों की डांट ,भरी महफ़िल में शर्मिंदा करती है।

 

 

यदि मानव  सोंचना शुरू कर दे , तो उसका दिमाग पूरे  विश्व की यात्रा कर लेता है ,
पर उसे इस दुनिया में लाने वालों की याद केवल फ़ोन पर ही आती है।

 

 

वे बुज़ुर्ग , जो अपनी पूरी ज़िन्दगी इस तुच्छ आदमी की परवरिश में गुज़ार देते हैं,
 पैरों में चप्पपल बिना चल कर , अपनी आदत बता हंसी में टाल दिया करते  हैं ;
उन्ही के चरणस्पर्श की बात को आज ये धुएं में क्यों उड़ा डालता है?
आदमी आज  माँ -बाप से  मिलने को ,
वक़्त जय करना क्यों बताता है?

 

 

कितना संघर्ष माँ-बाप करते , कितने परिश्रम से कमाते ;
स्वयं खाली पेट सोते , पर उस सुपुत्र को अपने हाथों से खिलाते।

 

 

पर ये कुपुत्र बने सुपुत्र उन बातों को अपने ज़हन में क्यों नहीं लाते  ?
क्यों बुढ़ापे में उनका साथ छोड़ कर ,उनको मृत्यु -दंड सा कष्ट पहुंचाते   ?

 

 

माना कि मानव सोंचने में कभी कंजूसी नहीं करता, फिर वो ये क्यों नहीं  सोंच पता;
कि समय खुद को है ज़रूर दोहराता।

 

आज तो वो बड़ों को वृद्धाश्रम छोड़ कर चिंता-मुक्त हो जायेगा;
फिर आने वाली पीढ़ी से शायद वो बदत्तर सलूक पायेगा।

 

 

फिर वह , उस वृद्धाश्रम में पड़े-पड़े ,अपने सोंच की कलम चलाएगा;
याद करेगा अपना अतीत , माँ-बाप का संघर्ष , अपना संघर्ष, अपनी संतान के लिए।

 

 

वह ये भी सोंच पछतायेगा, कि  - मानव गलतियों का पुतला है ,
और प्रायश्चित ही मुक्ति का एक ज़रिया  है।

 

 

वह ये सोंचते वक़्त स्वयं को किसी वृद्धाश्रम के कोने में पायेगा;
और अपनी सोंच की कलम की स्याही ख़त्म होने से पहले ,
मन के अंतहीन कोरे काग़ज़ पर एक छोटा  अक्षर 'माफ़ी ' , पूरा लिखने से पूर्व ही -
ईश्वर के पास चला जायेगा।

 

                                                         TC , and never stop dreaming, even in your dreams... !! <3

Butterfly Fly Away

( Written on 2nd February,2015
                                    8:15 pm )

Break the shackles , leave your past
witness all what you come across..

Baby you're a butterfly ,
you don't need to fear the world.

Baby you can fly the highest,
so don't fear taking off a flight

Baby you can make mistakes,
and never regret doing them, as always

Baby, steal the nectar-all what the flower beholds,
and though you are stealing... remember, you ain't  going to jail

Baby do never wonder, if you find no colors in the world,
'coz God sent you to shower them, when the world needs it the most...

Baby you are beautiful, baby you are charming;
haven't you seen? you even make toddlers run for you..

Baby you have seen the world, baby it's so huge;
you are invisible in minutes, but also, in seconds you mesmerize...

You steal the show, baby you're a show-stopper;
Baby you don't need a ramp, the whole world is your stage...

Baby feel it when I say, no boundaries can stop your way;
Baby feel it when I say, you're a butterfly,
MY BUTTERFLY - FLY AWAY.....


                                                  
                                                             

                                                                       TC, and never stop dreaming, even in your dreams.. <3 :)

The day, as unexpected as others...( a new story written by me)

The day, as unexpected as others

She sat in the Starbucks cafe, sipping her coffee and staring out of the window. The blood-stained knife lay next to her handbag, covered with her blue silk scarf. With every sip of coffee, she tried to release her stress, however, the flashback of events throughout the day, tormented her. She was going through an amalgamation of emotions, and all she needed was, a peaceful time for herself, away from the crowd, to assimilate what had just happened with her.  So, as soon as she was done with the coffee, she wrapped that knife with her scarf secretly, put it in her handbag, paid the bills, and pranced out of the café, in haste. Then she took a cab ,and headed towards her home, which took approximately 45 minutes from the café, and sometimes even more, as per Pune’s  traffic. But the day was not meant to end that way. She had woven a lot of dreams, carried tones of hopes to make her parents feel proud of her. After all, it was her first job interview.

             It was a gay day for Stuti. She was a little bit nervous, but her excitement had camouflaged everything. She had been preparing for a long time for this interview   and that reflected her determination. She received blessings from her parents and a shy ‘best of luck ‘from her younger brother. She was boosted up with confidence now. Stuti was an Engineering student, from Computer Science stream, and she had always aspired to become a Software Engineer. Today, it was her chance, to achieve it all and surely, she had taken her first step, to realize her dreams.

                                                                                                                                                                                                      She reached the company office and waited near the reception, for her turn, as she had been told- she would be called. As she had to wait for quiet sometime, her hands, holding the documents’ file, started shivering and the A.C. near her added fuel to fire. Finally, her turn came and she was called in, with her documents and the required stuff. As she entered the cabin, she greeted the interviewers warmly. It was a panel of two interviewers, sitting in front of her. Now, the interview session began, with her brief introduction. She replied to it flawlessly. After all, this answer was something she had been working on, throughout her final semester. One of the two interviewers, named Shahid Malviya, who barely looked around his early thirtees , got highly impressed listening to her hobbies and creative quotient , and applauded her. Stuti was glad. She was answering most of the technical questions correctly, although, one or two tricky ones that she‘d gone wrong with, were corrected by the senior interviewer   Mr. Deshpandey .

                                                                                                                                                                                                           Now, suddenly, within a blink of her eyes, Shahid Malviya came and sat beside her. She thought, they are trying for a stress-interview , and so, kept that soft smile ‘on’. Shahid asked a personal question to which she kept mum for a while. He asked her if she had a boyfriend. Stuti was perplexed, because of the manner in which he asked her. Sitting just next to her, his bulging eyes got fixed on her awestruck face. He repeated the question a bit rudely. She responded with a ‘no’ .He smiled, and moved his chair closer to her, and she was continually and slowly,trying to push her chair backwards. Mr. Deshpandey, was merely a keen observer of the scene. Stuti ,at the  first place, had been assuming these as a part of the stress-interview. Now  ,Deshpandey uttered something, to her surprise .He said that she had all the apt qualifications and requisite capabilities, to manage the job. He also mentioned, that she had performed exceedingly well in the interview and was ready to work with their expanding organization ,but…..then came a condition. That ‘but’, everything depended on it.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Shahid was much more interested to explain the terms and conditions, and the ‘but only if’ condition. Stuti’s heart, which had started singing victory songs for a moment, had now started pumping at a jet’s rate. In her heart, she prayed to God, to give her the courage to cross the coming hurdle and grab her dream job. And Shahid continued to speak,” But only if, you…..I guess you understand what I want to say.” Stuti wanted to clear all her doubts, and so, she said, “No, I don’t.” He was already sitting only one inch farther, and by shifting his chair even closer to her, he wanted to remove even that distance. Stuti had everything very clear in her mind, but, was it too late?

                     As he moved his hand towards her face, she started sweating and stood up, trying to run away. And he, before she could act, twisted one of her hands, ruthlessly, making her sit there again. Her throat got choked, but then, she gathered some courage to shout for help, and he covered her mouth with his hands. She was in tears, because she couldn’t believe it was all happening with her. Then something clicked her, and she found a ray of hope, when she saw the interviewers’ left-over Dosa plate, at the other corner of the table. The plate contained some leftover chuttney , and the ray of  hope ,’knife and fork’. She had to make her hands reach there. Now, she cleverly started acting as if she had fainted, and he released her hands and mouth to see, what had happened. He sent Mr.Deshpandey to bring the private nurse .As he moved out, she acted swiftly. Without wasting her time, picked up the knife, and before he could again take over her, she bit his hands and then wounded him with the knife, in the maximum possible. Saw him busy with his bruises and cuts, and she grabbed her handbag and ran towards the door, and finally got out. He could do nothing, as a number of questioning eyes would stare him and wouldn’t spare him then, as all the staff and other cabins were just outside that chamber .As she walked out of that place, she noticed that she had taken the knife with her in all that rush, and before anyone else could notice, she took out her silk scarf and covered the blood-stained knife, and exit that office building. She saw a café nearby, called as ‘The Starbucks Café’, a place where she could sit and get some relief.

                                                      Now, when she was about to reach home, all this was revolving round and round in her head-‘the expectations, the emotional ups and downs faced in a single day, the fear’. Finally, a strong lady who had emerged from ‘within her’, proudly smiled and thanked God, as she took out partially, the blood-stained knife from  her  handbag and again , kept it inside. She realized it that day, that life is full of unexpected twists and turns, and nobody gets a prior notification about it. So, being ready to face-whatsoever, and change our DESTINY can be one possible option for it. The other can surely be, to surrender to the situations, and then console ourselves lifelong that it was just WRITTEN IN THE DESTINY.

And I totally agree on this..

I regularly go through so many 'words of wisdom' /'food for thought ', and similar stuff...but from the time I've gone through this simple yet 'mind-boggling' quote...
Couldn't resist sharing it:

When God pushes you to the edge, trust Him because only one of two things can happen.
Either He will catch you when you fall or He will teach you how to fly....

THE DREAM

I'm back with another poem...which I wrote a month ago, and was waiting for the exams to get over so that I get ample time to post. Here it is, THE DREAM.. for all those who dare to dream.

"Carefree and careless ,is all I wanna be;
the world I've left untraveled, I feel ,today I need to see..

Have lived enough for the crowd around,
for me is once I wanna live.
Have tried till possible, to make my dreams converge to the world;
today, to my dream, it's the respect which I wanna give.

Want now to jump,once into the ocean of my thoughts;
want once to proceed for my dreams ,
and forget all its flaws.

The dream is what, I wanna believe in once;
and wanna tell the world-"Roses are much more powerful than the guns".

Wanna go to a long drive,with the intention to never come back;
when I'm alone with my dream, and
there's no uncrossable hurdle in my racing track.

Wanna race now, with full speed,
when my dream needs no seat-belt;
and my dream feels itself to be lucky,
which somehow had its importance felt.



Want once to convey my dream,
I'm not its owner, and that I'd never been;
and wanna pat it proudly and tell it,
I'm its true companion ,and will promise always to be.



Finally ,wanna bow down to the mother nature,
wanna thank her for all she bestowed;
it's only 'cos of her inspiration,
that some people still dream with open eyes,
when the rest prefer dreaming with their eyes kept closed..."



                                                                     TC, & never stop dreaming, even in your dreams.... :) :)

Dear God

Hi guyz, a long break, wasn't it?...But the blog would never stop, like we all never stop dreaming.
So, here am I, with my new poem, to please none, but to thank God for whatever has been fortunately happening in my life.
Thank you God :) 

"Wanna ask you something,
tell me you would answer;
you know my pains, and you know their names,
do you have a 'Truecaller'....??

Astonished I feel, you sort it out;
solve all the myseries,
even before they try to cross my way...

Sometimes , I fear,
 when something goes off the track....
but at the end of the day,
the thread of my life , is played gracefully;
So I'm on the track back again,
back again I'm strong...

You make me meet people,
it earlier seemed a coincidence.
Now I know, it's your play;
it's a beautifully arranged story ,
and with each sequel, I get a moral.. |:)

I get to learn, I get to see,
the world with a wider look.
And when I look out for the best teacher,
my heart takes a name, 
it's none but you,
who skillfully planned my life,
considering me,
to make me meet, my DESTINY........."


                                                                   TC, never stop Dreaming!!!!! :)
                                                                          

Nepal Battling Amid Fear #DevastatingEarthquake

RIP
Those affected in this deadly tremor, my heart-felt condolence (which I know, can't ever replenish what so many families have lost, however.... I proceed to write.)
What to say, the tragedy was so severe, as were the after effects, and so many, truly a huge number...lost their lives. I feel immensely shaken from deep down my heart.
When heard of the incident, while we were having a good time at the college, my heart sank...
Felt like I myself am struck somewhere there, while reading the fb posts and tweets of those who couldn't connect to their near and dear ones. Can closely feel today what they are going through....
Friends, I am literally not able to convey what I want to,  and can't lessen the pain they who have suffered, feel today....
I have been thinking how to do something, if I really can.
So here's the HELP-LINE NO. mentioned for those who are in real trouble and can't find out what to do now.
Friends , please don't lose hopes...
God is there somewhere to help us, if he has planned such a devastation...there's always light and life after it.

HELP-LINE NO. : 977-4228435

Its very deep..... (wrote this small poem in 2010-when I was in class 9th)

To reach to the zenith,
to achieve the goal,
to be inspired...
from the heart and soul....

It's neither the end yet,
nor the time to sleep;
it's the time to keep a promise,
to the God never to cheat....

Falsehood is widespread,
Brotherhood is called as cheap ;
Down-market are the cultures,
new era's fashion has began to peep......

Now is hurt the soul of our country,
But you can't see the pain,
it's very deep........................ 

VYOM-2K15 (Annual fest-Day 2)

There's a rythem in the air...rythem all around me...waves of beautiful melodies surrounding the arena. It was the main, DJ night on 24th of Feb, yesterday. Mesmerizing voice of Aman G Trikha..a very famous singer, filled the air. I was nearly in the front row...danced to his rythem and enjoyed the evening completely. The winners of other programs also performed on the stage, in front of the entire college. It was total fun, which can't be described in a few words. The picture may brief you a bit about the scenario. The evening meant much more to me, 'coz our team, as I had previously mentioned, had won several rounds of the TREASURE HUNT competition, and that day...finally we became the winners, with maximum efforts of all team mates. We were awarded the 1st prize that evening. The most special moment for me was to receive the prize, but sadly, only two of us could reach the stage on time. Some were in the 'mess' to have dinner, and some couldn't reach the stage on time. Had I been just 5 minutes late from the mess, I would have also not reached there. Thank God I wasn't. I love music, and the musical environment made me feel so much energetic, that we even made our Mam dance with us. I had also participated in the debate in the morning, but I know my approach was very much casual...as I had just finished the treasure hunt's hunting and all, and then...entered the auditorium, got my name registered and spoke all what came to my mind. Overall , the experience was worth it. Got a lot to learn in these 2 days full of fun, excitement, participations, and for me, a lot of rush...as I wanted to participate the maximum and still enjoy the maximum from other programs.

Hey hey ...it's very crummy, weird, and what not...when I think of tomorrow...
My next sem is starting guyz. I need blessings and a lot of common sense God that I don't waste too much of my time on the Chat-Gupchup center.
Hope every thing works...my plans don't just remain an unused map and I get lenient and gentle ,still fabulous teachers this time...
I wish, I wish, I wish.......
GN ,TC ,SD
Never stop dreaming, even in your dreams.......

Thought of the day :)

As it came to my gmail, as quote of the day, thought I must share it anyway...
"The most worth-while thing is to put happiness into the lives of others"- by Robert Baden Powell
GUdNigHt
and never stop dreaming, even in your dreams.... :)

VYOM (Day 1)

•                       VYOM (annual fest -day 1)

Had a blast today , our annual fest is going on amazingly great, and I participated in the extempore..and my topic was -'Childhood is the base of life'. I think I spoke well , 'coz I spoke my heart. I recalled all my childhood memories, while I was given 2 minutes time to think about the topic. I remembered suddenly, the first day of my school. I spoke about it. Actually, that day, I went back to my home, in the recess...I was so intelligent, though my home was then , very close to my school, I knew the way to go home. My parents tell me how worried my teachers were, and then they ringed to my home, and got to know I was back there safe. Funny, when I listen about all these stuff, it makes me smile a lot. Coming back to the fest, after extempore, comes treasure hunt. Members, with whom to take part...nothing was fixed. Suddenly got all of them, finally...3 girls , 2 boys...and we won 2 rounds...tomorrow is the finals. And my third participation was in the quiz, lost there...it was all the senior's room. Not my cup of tea to google all the answers like them. Still I am wondering, what's the answer to the question " name of SRK's upcoming film in which the tag line is 'ready steady po'....I wrote the answer, 'Chennai express 2'...since it was mentioned upcoming film, :p , and I am right now far away from TV...and the silver screen world. Enjoyed a lot today, enjoyed my friend's dance performance like hell. Only one thing to repent, I was in such a rush that couldn't participate in the singing competition....Seriously wanted to perform my self -written songs. Though I don't sing that well , but still wanted to give it a try, 'coz I heard many  sang horribly, I was atleast far better... Never mind, I'll try  the next time...           

                                                                                            TC.....NEVER STOP DREAMING

 

 

     

 

Cursed for being an 'Orphan'!! :'(

                   Cursed for being an orphan    (2011)




Many years are gone, its a huge span of time
none has come to call me son, am I cursed by someone?
for being an orphan throughout my life


Many came and many went, but did none find me right?
To make me their baby, to hold me in their forearms tight....


I wept,I cried;
in the lonliness ,under the dark infinite sky
I knew there's none to come for me,
still I made myself upright.


I'm an orphan, is this my mistake,
for which God's punishing me-so unright...
or am I old enough,
that nobody's caring for me ....just slight :(


Ya its true,there's none to come for me,
I know many will come and will just go,
but I'll be standing -where I've been for sure....


But still there's a ray of hope in me,
I know there's none but still I'll try- to live without the love of my parents,
there way I'll see.....


And I'll tell my grief, to the infinite sky,
and now I won't weep, won't cry,
'coz now I know that-
Many years have gone, it's a huge span of time,
none has come to call me 'son',
I am really cursed by someone ,
-cursed for being an orphan for the whole life......

My first post....(A brief intro)

Hey friends, this is my first blog, and so, I'm introducing myself to the world. I am an Engineering student , and I think I'm destined to be someone much more than that . Just want to explore myself, and so, I'll be sharing all my views and thoughts with you all. My hobbies are composing songs/lyrics; poetry; drawing ,painting and sketching ; and I love the nature, pets and kids. My biggest strength is my family(parents and a lovely and creative bro), my mentors are my teachers who hold a very very  important place in my life, and my enthusiastic friends.....they never give up on me even if I get astray , or I'm totally down with my life. I love literature and I'm a huge fan of Chetan Sir. I aspire to write a novel in future,(filhal, starting with a small blog)....and want my novels to be one of the best sellers in future. I know I'm dreaming a lot, but I've heard somewhere "THE FUTURE BELONGS TO THOSE WHO BELIEVE IN THE BEAUTY OF THEIR DREAMS", so go dreaming....and get connected to my new dream ride( a roller coaster one) with my blog. :)
Stay blessed, stay healthy, and never stop dreaming... :)