HAVE ENOUGH.................

Have Dreams that no darkness can erase
Have Patience to look beyond Present alleys
Have Firmness that eternally Adorns your Face
Have Faith to last forever, never falling scarce
Have Love that Everlasts n Pervades
Have Positiveness to belittle all Pain


Have Spirits to conquer any Tide
Have Hope that forever Survives
Have Enthu that shines through your eyes
Have Wit to make even stones Smile
Have Vision to Culminate new Heights
Have Goal to keep you Riveted & Upright


Have a Presence that People can look upto you
Have Enough Courage to pull all through
Have Dare to Dream Big & make it come true
Have Insight to cherish the Bounties n Beautiful
Have Enough Fancies to keep you Blissful
Have Life , that Life too Salutes you

writing of faith , may the good sense prevail.................

Well all you young enthusiasts must have come across these words ( accompanied by a sad , tragic, conscientious yet warm ,faithful n affirmative, deep Sigh ) ....."MAY THE Good Sense Prevail" ; indicating the strong desires to attain the good sense as referred ,yet accounting for the cluelessness of knowhow, of how to achieve the same of the speaker.

So did I heard it uttered, revised again and again, spoken in common discussions of people of all ages, many a times in my life. But never did I came to know what purpose it serves. What is the true appeal of it to those who say so, its reach to those who nod their heads in affirmation and the actual meaning of it, as understood by all.

Well now after trying for aeons to find out the way out of the mess, finally it dawned on me one fine day - that just uttering these words , makes you unburdened ,the serenity finds its existence and expression, a strange quietude dawns in and you feel uplifted in a state of tranquility, to move on in life, with at-least your good senses in place!!!
The myths of world and its trappings, can never touch your true self , you can always utter these golden words & feel out of whatever you don't wanna be a part of .

Moreover its not just a escape route , its much more serene and positive . Its not a Vedic Gyan, its not a prime Mantra of enlightenment ; yet somehow somewhere it serves the purpose of craving for peace within - its a plea more to one's own self - than to any mighty lord reigning and looking over this grim, gloomy proceedings of giant absurd World .

To all those who have lost their senses ,Somewhere, Somehow ( or majority of you who have lost your way back to the beautiful self, you were when you knew you are alive), this may be a remedy you were seeking to your predicament . Your golden time wasted in disgust to the hassles of world, can't be brought back , but yes your lost joviality & deep conviction ; can indeed be restored...

I will live in peace as far as i can utter it again and again , with full awareness of its power and impact ...
" Let The Good Sense Prevail..........."
  AMEN!!!

NSN TRAINING DAYS...............!!!!!!!!

Finally I am back again after a long break to write about the Golden days which are soon to end and which strengthened my faith on existence of heaven. The day we got our joining letter in our hands is still fresh in mind, we all held tremendous joy yet many apprehensions about how its gonna be like n accompanied by nonstop long calls to 1 n all we contacted in NSN interview. Done with the enormous preparations to step out of our home when we finally reached here , the entry n day one made all concerns vanish. The delighted faces , buzzing voices n celebrating spirit reigned all over.
The days in ALTTC Ghaziabad were too good. A great large area to roam , green gardens, parks, long roads to stroll on , beautiful flowers along the way spreading fragrance , the mesmerizing beauty of environ n such a happening gang of enthusiastic n rocking friends that day in day out , the joy n happiness increased many folds .the week long training sessions n awaited weekend soft skill training(TP) filled all moments n thoughts . n then the day we had performance session n ending day concert , all were a stone in the palace of Delectation, we all architected in our memories. then they were over without even a single sense of end or separation .
Then came gurgaon . after few grumbling days, when we got to see our NSN office , the sense of bliss was restored. Here NSN office cafeteria n our place nearby it became the set of heaven in our minds. The long chats in dinning room n the office made new things come up n the sense of elation prevailed all over. Then no words for the evening hangama in Hotel Manor – “the pranks n “home service” to “fena hi lena”
To loads of “reception calls”……….n yes the kambal kutai (latest trend) .
From the great artists in music lik sonuji, sanuj, ankit n loads of well singing beings all names I cant write here (m sorry guys –but u all r part of this “gang” ) to gr8 writers avneet, champu oops ankit ,vinay , saili n many more to great artists like champu again , neha n many more whose reference is only what I have written but itself held a great story. the sense of euphoria n ecstacy was tending towards infinity.
From the surprised celebration of pongal to the long devotional preparations for saraswati puja, n now the great idea of grand slambook, all held memories hard to put in words.

N when finally we are departing its again carring its own sense of joy to go by plane , land there n all the discussions on the life thereat.

All in all thanku NSN for the most wonderful days in each aspect of life. Above all a toast to the gang of this first GET batch who made the real essence of this.
Hope this departure is nothing as communication means make us stay connected always.:)

FIRST DAY@NSN............

Well this one was due for long - first day @NSN .
hehe.though it’s a week n half by now but still lemme try to grab the essence of that first sight(lol……..) .
well our welcome at NSN was with DELL lappy n NOKIA mobile( thanks to short of time I dint brought nythng……) then was 3 days of sheer high figh people flowing down from Singapore, dubai or wat not just to address this lot of 200 odd people like me…….(IMAGINE!!!). On 5th went to 5 star was a GRAND party @ GRAND…
As if time stands still the days later on went like aeons….3 days n a test ah…I don remember how dy went n why they made me realize eternity..:) Jokes apart we ( our frnd grp of 14 people) were roaming all the time, playing games, chattiyaing….hehe . time was gud. Today I even tried my hands on TT n billiards. Thanks to Shirish n his patience,..i can now hold stick very nicely.
Donno what the coming days will have in store….but yups “ these are really some of the best days of ma life…….”(play the song……..:)

MY HITS........

Well today i wanna write something which always entertains me, at my leisure ........
whenver i'm in light mood n sit n reflect back at d days i have lived ( to put it better- made others see.....lol (no wrong meanings........)
Just dat i put so many hits in such a short notice dat i often marvel at ma stupidity.
that i decided to write it down n make all smile ( dat yes, indeed dere's a bigger hit maker in dis world..............) though d no. of hits is too large i select out just d top notch one's n jot it down.......

once in my college class......after 45 min. had passed of the subject EMFT, i could no longer bear and asked my faculty "sir , what are we trying to study??".........
n ofcourse that was the most hillarious and talked of moment..i still cherish to have lived upto.....

Once in ma school assembly prayer I forgot to bring news for that day, so my house teacher ( hindi teacher) handed me a paper slip just before d annoucement of news , i unfolded it n started reading it out , try'g my level best to comprehend d uncomprehendabla writing..........
n thanks to my tongue of slip. The news I read is........
" Aaj Damoh(dats d place i was in) mein garaj ke saath .....choole girengey.......>"
Yes thats true , its the news I read.......then whole day long little little children kept coming to my class n ask Di really today choleen will fall, we do hav parathaas with us (grins included)........lol

Keeping up wid my tongue of slip .....once i consistenly read mulayam as "mulyalam" in again a special report or smthg in assembly.......to the displeasure of my teacher's and extreme interest and fancy of my friends .

Then I had a silly habit of being scared all of a sudden of any teacher , three teachers have made me see nightmares n guess who is my saviour in those horrible dreams when they are after me like a lion after its prey , or when they are at my home to whatever I fear they can tell my parents or scold me. nopes its not my parents ......my saviour is always my eldest sis with whom I used to fight so much that I dont think she would have liked the of saving me......(even in dreams)...........

Once I wrote a poem , enforced by my teacher, for our school magazine....a pure tapoo one n really really pathetic.....n lo!!! it was not only printed in the magazine but also spoken out in assembly by a small kid n unfortunately along with the writer's name.... :D ( seems like there's no escape........n i do agree world n life is too short.........)

Being a small sister of "honhaar" elder sister , made me a consistent targets of remarks n I alwayS searched for a seat to hide especially, If the teacher concerned has taught ny of my sis but again I'm default target (everyone easily spots) n only i know how it is "to know the outcome long before, fear it, pray its unhappening" then see all your fears turn true........

When i was in nursery or such standard i remember dreading the results (now i often wonder how could i have understand that there's something called result to be dreaded off..........) god knows ........but yo i was 3rd in that class widout even a slight recollection of a single event of that level.........when the only thing i did was playing with a imaginery friend whom i addressed pinki and my teachers showered me with toffees , amused by the keen imagination of a 3 year old and persistent dwelling to the extent of living it .......
now i do wanna know what they thought of my imaginary friends.............:)

HATS OFF...........

Do you know how is it when u feel like you are sick , you need checkups, you are unwell, you need care , when to any other person you seem to be too fit & fine. They proclaim aloud, its just some grudges of yours , you inculcate & kindle & harp off,  thats gonna surely eat you out, if not any of the dreaded troubles and disease.........

Have you ever met a few of these people sometime?? if yes, then how did u felt?? Irritated? Concerned? Indifferent? Neglected it all too aware that its fake?? how ?? personally i had never tolerated any of such instances and had felt disgusted everytime till one day something changed my mind .completely.....unseremoniously .....and for ever.......

it had been so thoughtful of me to bring this diary else the wait for the doctor's call would have been to hard to take. Being a product of internet world i can never imagine a time like this .with no friends, no chats, no google, no snaps......but just a wait .long , slow, torturous......

i sat there wondering all aloud , keenly n patiently counting away d seconds as they go away how come it's standing still when every day i know i'm more and more less of it.. yet now its a rainy rainy bluey abundance as if entire world is done for and here am i meant to wait as if it'll never come to an end.

Doctor the word invokes a warmth and i swear no matter how many of them i've seen till now i'm yet to find a one unpatient --- loads of keen interest to whatever bla bla......be coming from patient and just by proper listening they do away half of the trouble , the uneasiness within the patient and no longer he's troubled – full faith that he's in right hand and will be safe – would be saved – would be addressed – if he ever believed in a supreme power , his faith is fully totally bestowed here.....in this godly figure – d doctor .....in the one who will be his saviour when nobody bothers to even listen to them...........

i really wondered this sitting there and amused at the doctors ways and impressed. Forgot all the trouble sitting there....n just watched his multifaceted persona and strength to bear all this like a routine with a consistent smile and extreme care ....and felt no pain, no strain and was all too cheerful even after the long wait .

HATS OFF TO DOSE CHEERY DOC'S OUT THERE........MAKING SUCH A LARGE DIFFERENCE TO SO MANY LIFE'S...........

Just for you – my friend ( a little bird chats to the one flying.........

I asked myself many times “why do I wanna talk to u??” and when I cant , feel devoid of the essence of life. N then I find that talking to you , I find my world so small, so fine, so pretty , so cute that before I get in a large world like yours I should savor the peace and calm of these moments, though devoid of any of the mega events you narrate about , yet the ease these behold is worth to cherish. No hurry for anything, infinite patience to watch even a leaf to turn and yet no regrets if it cudn't , a simple smile in each day and night is all I dwell in. find ample time to watch the spring , the marvel of wind and the sparkle of moons shine , get tuned to listen to each of nature's rhythm, the cuckoo's melody and sparrow's chirp , there's simply nothing I let get missed . Live ample moments each day to notice even a slight change the weather has turned or the surroundings have worn and tease every buddy seemingly in a hurry and make them smile before the routine takes there concerns away but few moments to laugh heartedly .
All these I never accepted myself but listening to you I acknowledge and become happy again . Till few days pass n all sense gets to evaporate and I strongly feel like talking to you and then as I chat with you I do get rejuvenated n so I thank god there's always someone who makes the world monotony out just by the bakbak n den having being with you wish nothing else- just this ease no big mountains but this beautiful moon;s view as I cherish my moments again.
U may ask why I don have anything much to say ever as its so small to you it wont ever matter but living it everyday and enjoying in it , I know the worth. Then there's something outside which feels missing here, something bigger n fun for which I ought to strive , though unknown its worldly advice to plunge yourself to get at it , heights unachieved n that makes me restless , all ease becomes a burden, all charm looses its fascination and again I wish u to be here to know whats that world I miss ,making me in perennial gloom . Then as u chitchat I realise I don't want any of those uncertain heights ,when more admirable things we can just chat to and I regain my lost self of joy and abundance and all imposed depravity gets astray. just to live up seems sheer joy of complete fantasy till a few more days, n again uncertainty get a grab on me and I find dark clouds behind each rain , a hurricane's approach for each shower of joy and go on thinking of improving , changing to get that imposed set height as a forever bliss till again u come , unaware sense dawns on me – its where I am thats heaven, with the best gift of god “ u as friend” . Then any end seemingly a little more better, a little bit safer ,seems all useless till i'm pinched in d clash of fancy n reality again and I turn back to you.....

To just listen n laugh with you every blemishes loose existence n I return back purer , joyous , happier to again serve the heaven i'm in n then there's only way of spreading joy , one choice to rejoice , and live the life as a gifted way.
I know a day may come we can never happen to meet , months and years may pass away , when even these moments slip existence from memory , just a wonder on something like that ever happened!!
whenever tired of flying high , I sit back and take rest chatting nonchalant and nonsense n then when I do recollect i'll smile that it was the best n a broad smile..........

Sitting alone as all fly I forever doubted on the notion of friends . Now I know its the best that you could have ever got and then having you as friend and chatting on n on , there's nothing else that can ever matter , the day I replay my life to rewind and gain a final insight these will be the key moments i'll again wanna live. Get lost in the fond memories flood. Its too late and i'm gonna miss ma meal writing this in my diary but its always a pleasure safeguarding the treasure and that I set out to do in my own hands. To turn back and turn on any of the pages of these hearty chats. N then i'll again call you and will listen

I often question “ why after months of silence when suddenly u prop up , as if nothing could change, no matter how long it passes with no greetings “ i'm equally pleased to talk to you as if no gap can ever fill in, any long passage the time may travel. The only thing thats there , as u go away is “ do keep propping up more frequent, all too often”
I don't know whats that what ultimately one want in life or what life has in store for me . Many a times I feel I have come all the wrong way and there's no turns to start again .. just before I am in blankness, u call me and I know its just the right which got me a great friend n then I listen to you ---- feeling all the more blessed and filled with zeal and boosted .......................
n when u r frustrated and u listen to me as I struggle to utter a few right words or cut me short then I know i'm not the only one who might have completely screwed up their life but there's one forever companion at my side , turning twice to check what else can be there to run to , when a friend is here to accompany you.
N despite the long sermons I forget all philosophy of win or fail but just keep walking beside you , all the gloom breaks away and frees me in an eternal charm of ur consistent smiles and giggles and silly things – and I know i'm enlightened.

And with such a varied gang of friends I get a universal feel and all little things seem unacceptable and I dismiss as “an ease of flight of illusion” or “ a case of blurred insights or visions ”. N then I wonder why dint all the doomsayers ever got friends like mine to talk to , before being such a nonsense
so blatant and imposing it on and on and spreading it on an array of generations ….....
“n then I smile , dismissing all concerns for a higher gyan I have been bestowed that “i'm the blessed one” with a friend like you to talk to n come to my own spirited world ............
then I realise how much I look forward to talking to you n see just the thought made me awake so long to pen this rare treasure . So how can I emphasise a lil. Less that how much I like talking to you “ as then there's no question, no issues, no if , no but , just a smile and realisation “ indeed i'm the blessed one n will always be, courtsy – friends like thee”!!!

who cares??

who likes literature these days?? Anyways Mr. Nitin I hope u very well understand what I want you to write. So please pick up ur instincts and fax it to me by 10 on thursday POSITIVELY to appear on friday review.This was how his editor in chief took care that he couldnt muster any more remarks directed to him. His words full and final.
He was shattered. He dint knew of any responses, silence was the only companion, cudn't believe his ears and his self that he has worked their for 12 long years and now when once in after so long unquestioning service time, he has written a piece of his own choice, so passionately , so truly , so devotedly - with no pretensions, no concerns, no sales pitch but just his little soul and his little childish perfection. Here he is-rejected ,for the first time ever, since 14 yrs back he decided to take writing as his career.
"Who likes literature these days??" A mockery loomed over him .The statement seemed so very known. "'WHO writes literature these days?"remembrance falled on him. It was some years over a decade he had been in his College , still unaware of world out there, content with his little fame in his very own college, happy , satisfied by his top academic performance , no matter it meant nothing to him. Sitting on the staircase shaped auditorium , in full mood of the top college jest , he giggled and laughed , shared a joke or two in class as Ms Shetty , the bespectacled graceful persona, their most respected faculty in those days, stood there with the piece in her hand they had written as part of some creative assignment to evaluate , tune n suggest them ways and means to embark on the journey of creative writing.
That was years ago when he was just entering in the real world and the story is still the same, just the question framed differently. Yet now he wondered how could he expected it to change. All his anger was directed to him now. How can he ever do this to himself?? Allow his very self at disposal of some other insensible money blinded being ! Why?? But he knew this was his only chance , and he knew he had to try without an iota of doubt anywhere in his conscience.

All his life he had doubts, innumerable ones at that, for all the decisions he had to take, all the endeavors he indulged in.Whether he should take history or creative writing in major? whether he should wear blue or black on his date ? whether he should move to Mumbai or Delhi to settle?
whether he should marry now or not?whether he should--------
He tried to get rid of these sick memories,focussed on the crystal on his table, relaxing , holding his breathe and tried to soothe himself and do what what he always did to run away from these unpleasant facets of life and was now perfect at implementing it -"write whatever was asked of". With no personal emotions associated, just as a third person or uninterested critic's remarks.
Yet his pen refused to move even an inch , unlike all instances that had occured before.

" Who writes literature these days?" ."I DO" .Prompt came the bold reply , almost as a statement you are just supposed to take it without any question as an axiom. They had laughed like maniacs that day.Then they had all turned back , to have a look of the joker who managed to utter that while enjoying sharp comments heartedly. Just that the view of persona that was the source of this utterance , made him uneasy. He wanted to join rest all in being indifferent to his looks n confidence , just concentrate on making fun n savour this moment as the most exquisite one showered on them to laugh for weeks , yet his senses refused to comply to his commands , as if imprisoned by that person . "He the best scorer of the batch, should not feel uneasy". His consistent musings left him no better. He felt uneasy. Just that he dint knew what happened to him by his sight.
Mr Nayar was there , "shaku" as he was called. His face told he was not kidding but only he and Ms Shetty could acknowledge that.He regretted why half the world is dumb to not even grasp the most obvious persperctive .Then she told Mr Shaku to meet her after the class and the mood was set.
Days after that he still had dreams of extreme challenges. a tiger devouring a person, seeking supreme rights -asking -" who objects to it"...."I DO' .Mr Nayar in his usual confident, composed self stood there.
The world at the mercy of devils......".who will protect you " i do" on n ..............till he awoke in perspiration.Then he dint knew , why he had admired him so much and unknowingly Nayar was his icon.

The bell rang,nas if to awake him from his reverie, the secretary was in and keen on at the list of things to do for the day. "An appointment sir, followed by a company meeting , then the seminar and u have to address a gathering -------on and on….. sir! R U OKAY?? Sir???"
" Ya oh ye suchitra please cancel all the engagements for the day.".
" Sir?? ….. but today u have pretty important things lined up."
" Please shuchi inform them all , I am unwell". "R u sure sir??" ." Ya please and no calls please until I tell". "Okay sir. Shall I call a doctor for u sir??"." No I’ll take care of it dear. Thanks . u don’t worry, I’m fine."

"How important he was for the society",he wondered. Everybody thought he had a superb career to be jealous of . He wrote all his whims and wishes and was paid hefty for it and an array of awards always followed him. But who knew he never wrote a single piece of his wish.
First the manager dictated him what to show, what to present. Then when he jumped on to newspapers and magazines the editor chalked out the sensational picture to depict and then there he was complying, exaggerating, copying, assembling and modifying , just that he always had a better frame in mind , to fit the things to it . so no matter what he wrote , his piece was unchallenged creative piece.
Yet he dint have freedom for just once. This time he wrote just to come out of this tabbu he carried deep within and could muster no courage to share it with anyone , left on his own to feel its pangs.

He thought of Mr Nayar , as he always did. “STRANGE ARE THE WAYS, I SAVOR CHANGE” he recollected. Every now and then he found himself copying and quoting the lines of nayar’s piece.
Even when he proposed to the gal of his dreams, he took out an entire page , learned it , felt it , remembered it and uttered and she caught unaware, charmed by the beauty and the perfectness , was so mesmerized , spellbound by the depth she accepted.

Even now she keep on telling him that it was his best creation ever. He found his spirits burned . He was useless , with no creative instincts. He should not waste his time and efforts in a domain which is not his. No , this time he would write his own creative piece. And very truly, modestly, sincerely he had it written . “TRUTH IS THE END” . NO , no.. How could he remember each of his lines, he read 12 years back, till date!!!

He was passing out of the corridor that day on his way to watercooler of the school that he had heard , “please leave me a copy at my desk, I do wanna go through it” . “Sure Mam” was the only response.Every person wanted to chat with the revered Ms Shetty , yet here he was with a gr8 opportunity and what he said was just two words. Ridiculous!!!

His curiosity took him to Ms Shetty’s room in evening. His heart beating so loudly so constantly on such a high pitch and scale , he was more afraid that someone will hear them and come. He spotted the writeup on the table . Put a rod with hook on its cover and stole it out of the window and then raced out of institute without even turning once.

Then all night he read , without even a blink. His mom was so curious “whats so special beta that u cant afford few moments to come down and have dinner.?” “Mom please, for GOD SAKE , will u please give me freedom for a day?? I don wanna be disturbed today.now please for god sake don bother me anymore.” He had replied irritated. She understood and never asked me of it.

Munching on packets of chips and peanuts that day was his best remembered one.
Next day he reached the college before time . First and last time ever . Took opportunity n put it thereon its coveted place and never ever glanced back at Mr. Nayar.

Yet every meeting, every seminar, every writeup those same words came out . no matter what they were now his own creation.Yet he felt deeply cheated and he cant share it with anymore . First he dreaded that call of Mr Nayar will come and he saying just two words “ WHY CHEATING??” and he being dumb , devoid of all words and he shivered.
But just that the day never came and “ TIME DO HEAL ALL NOTIONS” . So I too had been comfortable with this and never spared even a second for this stuff.

But why is he thinking all this today?? No matter , his relished piece was rejected but he still is the best writer of the city and with all the success one can ever hope for. He should be happy. Only thing is happiness never exists imposedly.
To and fro , to and fro , …….
Suddenly idea dawned on him , he should check his mail, in case a single magazine agreed to print it , considering his immense fame. Regret . nxt : we are sorry to say…..nxt sub: Re : a creative dawn …his senses boosted . yes . yes. Sir with all due wishes I express my inability….
Blank . He closed his eyes and sat still with blankness all around.

He wondered how Mr Nayar managed to do that. Though very few know of his nearly unknown biweekly magazine , home run by him . But he knew too well and made it a point to get a copy in the name of his maid to avert suspicions. How could he have existed for 12 long years with the entire world against him. He felt an urge to call him and utter all, to ask for his forgiveness , to extend a hand of friendship ,he had so long escaped and had rejected even as an option.
He reached for the phone , dialed few digits but couldn’t dial the no.
He went home , watched tv and " PRETENSIONS WAS ALL" he could see anywhere he turned, “A PILE OF LIES “ . "ITS ALL WHAT YOU CAN TALK". So he told himself , forget of this originality and carry on with this successful image.
Next day he sat in his room. Wrote the article for his boss and with a cup of coffee opened his mail to forward to his boss. That he noticed a mail blinking in his mailbox and address all too familiar.
He opened it and it said, “Will u write literature for me??, MR Nitin.” His spirits knew no bounds . He was on 7th heaven wordless. With his airy speed he picked up the phone and dialed, “hello Nayar , can I join ur magazine as a junior writer. I am a novice in creativity but can work harder to deliver better .I assure u I will contribute my best to it. A caring smile was all he heard, but still he felt so free first time so true , so pure ……..so light.he knew what bless was……
“Now Mr Nitin when can I expect the second piece and did I said ur cabin is beside mine”. 2nd ?? oh I had send him the piece too!!! They both laughed like kids and rejoiced . “How much he wanted to be able of this friendship he realized and its it happened right away before he plunged again in the loop and could never had returned , no matter however silly, he has escaped.

Now he knew what was so precious of that piece, it was his way back to himself, his redemption and to his friend who assisted him so long . “ FRIEND IS SOMEONE WHO CAN WHEN OTHER’S CANT “ he smiled. Sometimes memories lasts very long………

I AM A POET

Yes I'm a poet looking for applause
I need a crowd and an ovation filled response
Or I stand out and spill out tears to fill few buckets
But sorry no other option is existent

As a poet am I ..meant to write a novel
To pass all the plethora of time god allotted
Oh whatever it is , I have no intention to be a mere mortal
to just gobble , drink ,dance and die some day

But I need to stand apart , get noticed and move on
As to be in the crowd is not my piece of cake
No! give me any heightened sense of loss and pain
Or lend me an out-worldliness to watch and witness

But no don't ever expect me to be normal
And for that matter to be with you , or be jovial
As either I'm exuberant or gloomy
But for me normalcy was never meant to be

As just a poet am I
Meant to wither , meant to suffer
Meant to exaggerate every event
Yet relish the flow of the string of emotions
to dwell in the depths unknown

Yet see it in the unexpressed , unexplored
Voluble , torturous , unconcerned
Whatever you may feel or call me
Yet I remain the same, mystery clad

A poet- meant to be different and stand apart
Now don't be picking some tangible blows
Or for that matter some sharp remarks
As I'm unhurt, absent minded and still

I'll see the glory amongst the make of a tool
And a contrast in  words and action
As a poet am I , meant to be flop
But no don't ever start calling me that

As its again a matter of time, as it moves ahead
After a generation gap , I may be revered and praised
You may think of think of taking an autograph just in case
But no! don ever take me more than lightly

As a poet am I, to refresh your moods
Pick you up, put out all of your gloom
To make you smile and display your broken teeth
As just a poet am I and a poet I'll be............

BID ADIEU

Now I am writing it to u all. Yes my dearest pals, my friends of these 4 yrs. We all knew in some of our corners of thought this was due, yet when its a reality; its impact left a large void , marking a silent end of 4 yrs of absolute joy. The mark was our great party on 4th –the best ever and then the convo till then no senti's , no emotions , just a shared smile , dreams , understanding and care .Talks of do keep in touch, keep scrapping and chatting surfaced at the convo yet it felt out of place . We all were like oh ..no don’t, it can’t b true, why they are talking so??We'll meet again and again;-same as usual and this can never come to an end. How can it ever !!!

We never realize the importance of the moments, the lightness, the warmth we are getting when we are there; amidst that scenario but when devoid of it we do know the details we never think we noticed before . Same is the case with us , the college days offered an array of good days, a chain of plethora of varied things and now that we are all spread across length and breadth of our Country ; we know what they mean and realize why they are gonna be cherished throughout our life and its tale told to all young enthusiasts as our collection of treasured tales.

Departing had never been an easy job. In bollywood movies the overtly emotional tone its imparted; can make many of us run away from the mere word, but even as a generality -its not easy. When bidding adieu to our best friends, great pals, wonderful people - a feeling of lost, devoid, vacuum we noticed; its presence was just sensed but the impact comes much later now; days after when we are all away and we recollect the days that can never be the same again; those which can never return as same in tune and melody , ease and free spirit (for now we are gonna enter “corporate world” – to quote Avasthi sir).

There’s some reservations to what it will be like. How we will cope up there yet a new hope glimmers that we’ll have some pocket money to waste and indulge in exquisites we so much longed for (new stocks of handset, lappy, ipods, designer clothes, branded watches, outings what not!! ; most interesting part is that everything we plan to afford by our first salary :D) ; sadly though joining refuses to come .Yet we cant resist the wings of planning’s ,of the world where we earn, from spreading wide and high. Yet we wish that college days may go on. The spontaneity must remain the same with an added advantage.

Lets see whats in store till then virtual bakars are no less entertaining. Be available forever, for the same collegic bakars, though virtual. So hope we don ever know the impact of departure as being communication engineers that we can always ensure. RIGHT . KEEP ROCKING TC. CYA.