Friday, 22 June 2012

A Thing of Beauty!!

"A thing of beauty is a joy forever" well said by John Keats...
Really it does. The beauty(joy) I had in past and the beauty(joy) I am searching in future. Those benches with layers of accumulation, they have witnessed the history. The trees with their leaves falling every year have seen growth.
I entered as a shy-innocent-child, my first day in K. V. Sarni.... was a bigger achievement than any in future I am going to have.I still remember the anxiety I had had that day and oh! yes... I threw up on shoma bapchi (who latter became my best friend).
                                     
The first year in K.V. was so long.... longer than any other one. and obviously too much eventfull. When I was saying good bye to my school after my inter I paid no attention on how much K.V. had contributed to my life, my character and of-course my knowledge.
Those days were the real beauty of my life, which I have left far behind. I may regret many-a-things many-a-times but still I would be there in my dreams, because we dream of joy and beauty is the real joy forever, ever and ever...
"It will never end to nothingness"


Thursday, 21 June 2012

Lessons to keep!

Sometimes in life you feel stuck in a situation from where there is no passing by, either you handle it or let it handle you...
Life comes with various twists and turns and leaves us with some lessons that are to be taught during life and then we end up learning, the day when we no more belong to this world and we keep our experiences within our tomb...
       

I need a "Break "

I think I can not cope up with the speed with which they are running...
Its Monday and they have started anti-tubercular drugs and now when its Saturday we are on anti-amoebic drugs... how can I cover all this 
I sometime feel like "DHOBI KA KUTTA"..... neither belonging to my own passion nor to the field chosen...
I've got tired of daily waking up and finding myself more sleepy than I was last night... its awful....
and then its pathology class, what worse can be than teacher's asking questions and saying..."this is something you must have studied in the 1st prof.... can't you recall...."
I think i have ruined even my 'common sense'...
The one thing that I have to change in my life style seems to be my 'life style' that's funny but true I am all messed up.....

Tuesday, 19 June 2012

Some Birthday...

Its hard to decide that now you are capable of getting people...
I think after so many years of being friends and making friends I am still a beginner..
How can one judge that a person is not friend of yours because he finds a friend in you but because he has some selfish motives...
It was my birthday yesterday and i must say God made me realise that one of my friend is calling me a friend because he wants to be friends with someone else(who is by the way my friend)...
He asked her, "I have sent her(me) a birthday message should I call her too??"....
Ph-lease I have got enough friends to celebrate my birthday with... I am not disclosing his name because its not gonna help anyways... but I am hurt...
At the end I was like, "why I am ruining my day??"... and despite it was raining I went out with my real friends and had fun!!...
I just wish that I could keep my eyes open now onward so that I can see whom I am choosing as my friend....

Monday, 11 June 2012

Mine First!

So its a new start... I think I've lost that writing-reading power.....
lets start with today....
Today I had roza..(my back logs) i woke up in the morning, prepared sehari, had it, took a bath, went for a walk with swati, sushmita  and gupta, came back an got ready for the class, bang.... there was no one to teach us... what the hell.... I had a sore throat since  Saturday its getting worse and worse....
I am such a bore man...........
You know I had never felt this way before, "ME" writing still nothing to write...
I am not happy with this change within me
huh..... lets see where it goes... may be i would get a new kick with this beginning...

If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more...

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