I dont feel safe anymore...

Suddenly , the world which I live in is falling apart. People are dying from bomb blasts ,stampede, floods....... Terrosism has now become an everyday affair! Politicians are ruining our country! Common man can do nothing but complaint!!

So what is wrong with the world? I have no idea. Should I ignore all of this and be happy.Maybe, Yes! But ultimately, I will be affected too......

Sometimes, I feel scared to board the metro train. You can listen to the people talking about blasts and all that jazz. But nobody bothers to do anything.

Why dont the politicians understand? Why only the common man suffers?
Why we cannot be free?
Is this democracy?
Is this what we call Independence?

Awaiting Escape....

Those eyes.. eyes of the storming seas,
Your crown of thorns gashes deep through me.
My flaws flow ceaseless, through my brains,
my blood dissolves, breaks up within my veins.

Inhuman.... you clutch my back,
tightening vines around my neck.
Your hollow screams replicate through my soul,
My inaudible cries freezes the night so cold.

I bear your scars... being a woman of shame,
Unable to break out from this cruel unceasing game.
You jab me with ignorance, blistered me with words
Crowning me with disgrace, break me inwards.

Am I despicable for being me,
Unseen, unheard, hoping to be free?
Virago, why do you despise,
Blaming me, cursing me... Why do you chastise?

How do I escape from those burns,
Mangled flesh everywhere I turn?
Why do you press me against the wall,
Bang me in my bones, making me crawl?

My blood spills out like a perpectual stream,
Your hate I resist, unable to scream.
You can see me but not yourself,
You judge me like a swinger, put me on a shelf.

I detest your stand, detest your hate,
Yet you loudly exalt this as my fate!
You stipple my blood on your porcelain skin,
My grief becomes your pride! my declention fires your grin.

You trip me, drown me in the soil,
Snap me, combust me, mock my toil,
Rip me apart, bruise my soul,
While I weepingly await rescue that makes me whole.

Candyman....

Alright everybody come around
The Candy Man is here
Who can take sunrise
Sprinkle it with dew
Cover it with the chocolate
and a miracle or two

The Candy Man
Oh, the Candy Man can
'Cause he mixes it with love
And makes it all so good.

Who can take a rainbow
Wrap it with a sigh
Soak it in the sun
and make it a groovy lemon pie

The Candy Man
Oh! The Candy Man can
'Cause he mixes it with love.
And makesit all so good!

Oh, who can take tomorrow
Dip it in a dream
Sieve the sorrow
and collect up all the cream

The Candy Man
Oh, the Candy Man can
'Cause he mixes it with love
And makes it all so good.

Earth hour 2010

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Graduate!!

Soon I'll be a graduate...

I am contented but I am not happy!

I never realised that I love my college friends so much!  It seriously feels bad to let them go! Not all of my college days were fun-filled but the third year was "the best". It is just not sinking in…...

10th of March, 2010 was my last day of classes. I did not want to be late for this day. I woke up early and got ready as if it was my first day at college. I could feel butterflies in my stomach! Yes... I never wanted it to end... 

The assignments, 8:40 classes, projects, teachers... They never lured me to come to the college. But there was something that kept me going.  Friends!! They shed tears for me,shout at me,hit me,kick me,kiss me,molest me, make me feel good! I Love them... Love the truly!

So the day being the last day of classes, we celebrated "scribble day" wherein we wrote goodbye messages at each other's t-shirts. Yes.... It hurts! Every message I wrote provoked me to shed some tears. Thankfully, I managed not to cry. The class was full of activity. Everyone was busy saying goodbye, scribbling on t-shirts, singing, dancing and  playing around! No one cared for anything. No classes... No assignments... No pressures!! It was one of those perfect days!

And then came the FAREWELL....
It was touchy! I could feel it ending!! Yes... The end of the college days!! It hurts badly!! I never expected that I would feel so bad!! But I do!! Farewell party was awesome... Everything I could expect for!! And at the end, We were all up on the stage singing to the tunes of Purani jeans! I could feel my goosebumps... That was a moment when I could sense something in my eyes!! Alas! They were tears! I really wanted to shed those but I stopped myself! On a happy note. you guys made my day. Thank you :)

I am always gonna treasure those moments! The shopping... the parties.. the movies... bunking classes... canteen debates and discussions... crazy hugs... short attendance.. pet room... copying assignments... photo sessions.. missed tests... crackpot jokes! I am gonna miss you guys!!

This is the song which will always remind me of you guys...

And so we talked all night about the rest of our lives

Where we're gonna be when we turn 25

I keep thinking times will never change

Keep on thinking things will always be the same

But when we leave this year we won't be coming back

No more hanging out cause we're on a different track

And if you got something that you need to say

You better say it right now cause you don't have another day

Cause we're moving on and we can't slow down

These memories are playing like a film without sound

And I keep thinking of that night in June

I didn't know much of love

But it came too soon

And there was me and you

And then we got real blue

Stay at home talking on the telephone

We'd get so excited, we'd get so scared

Laughing at ourselves thinking life's not fair

And this is how it feels

As we go on

We remember

All the times we

Had together

And as our lives change

Come Whatever

We will still be

Friends Forever

So if we get the big jobs

And we make the big money

When we look back now

Will our jokes still be funny?................

Mixed feelings sinking in... I have no clue about our next session of life, But I would be missing a lot of good friends and some real Different Chaps (Lol..)!!

Gone are those Early Mornings...

It's a foggy winter morning
The ones when I cannot imagine waking up at six
And dressing myself into a school uniform.
And yet I did the same
for ten to twelve years

With the sleepy eyes, a heavy head, palavering mum
A hot cup of milk waiting for me
Bag packed by amma and lunch made my mummy
Off to school in those foggy mornings!
O what fun it was! Hoards of students waiting at the bus stand
At six fifteen.. Those frigid mornings, papa standing beside me
making small jokes, pointing a cat here or there,
We dreamt big on those cold mornings, we still do.

And then the bus would come, and I would rush
Leaving him behind and jostling my way in the crowd
Once I am inside, wave him a smile again.
He would always wait a few minutes after I left
Lest I would jump back again for want of change,
Or a forgotten book,
Or with a frown say, 'no mood', I want to go back home
He would wait till he was sure I was safely on my way.

I would have lost my sleep by then.
And then get worried about the books
for forgetting them at home again.
We walked our way from the bus stand to school
and walked the way back, aashish and me.
After that running about the school campus,
I would finally slag up to the class.

Friends would give me a fond smile that said, 'Forgot again!'
I would scutter for a text book
And then Deepali or Nishtha or Garima would slide their text towards me
We would push and thrust the book on our sides and thus would start a game;
And giggle and talk in whispers till teacher said 'ssshhhhh'
Then after the lunch break, we would get rid of those maroon sweaters
Knot those on the shoulder or the waist
Or simply dump them on the bench and gossip about at length...

Gone are those early mornings of rush that I try to get hold of even now
Those were different winters, this is a different cold ...

Unconditional Love...

It happened a long time ago
When a dove met a crow
She used to coo, he crowed,
And soon they fell in love...

Mr. Crow took her out for dinner
And ordered the best of egg-crunch
Lady Dove gasped in incredulity
On seeing the death of some prospective chicks...

She would have nearly swooned
Had not Mr. Crow fluttered in delirium,
Made her sip some cool raspberry;
And call for a plate of cheese cupcakes.

With a gulp of the cool drink
Lady Dove accepted their odd takes
And while she nibbled on the cupcakes
As Mr. Crow ordered baked shrimp...

It happened a long time ago
That a crow met a dove
She cooed, He used to crow;
They never got out of love....

IPL is Here!!

I am not much of a cricket fan but the "glamourous IPL" fascinates me! And finally, IPL is here! The format of IPL is just too alluring to resist! So I make sure that I stick to television screen all through IPL season and be updated with every minute detail about IPL.

I always look for opening of such big tournaments. Be it Olympics, Commonwealth Games, World Cup Cricket or IPL. But today, IPL's opening was much of a disappointment. I still remember IPL Season-1's opening! It was such a spectacular event to watch out for. The acrobats, the laser show, the performers... They were awe-inspiring. I never expected such an opening from a place like India. No offences for India! But from a country with limited resources, One cannot expect an opening which can match itself with the standards of other big tournaments like Olympics. But IPL season-1 came off as a surprise to me. Kudos to Vijay Mallya and Lalit Modi!

But what happened this time??  I tuned in to "SetMax" sharp at 6pm. The opening started at 7pm. But my wait was not at all worth it! The opening was much of an award function. The ground had a stage in the middle. There were awesome performances by people like Ali Campbell, Deepika padukone, Bjorn and Pop legend Lionel Richie. But, the event did not look like opening of IPL! There were no acrobat shows, less of laser show, less of demonstrations... I could seriously sense the feel of award functions at the opening!

After the dissatisfactory opening event,  I was in for Kolkata Knight Riders! I support them whole heartedly(Partially because Shahrukh Khan is the owner). I am watching out for the match " Kolkata Knight Riders Vs Deccan Chargers". I hope they win today and even IPL season-3 :)

Korbo Lorbo Jeetbo Re!!