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Resentment

Husain’s diary entry: 4.9.12
How far can we go resenting? Who can define the boundaries for reasonable show of protests?

A while ago, I had a chat with a few friends over a cup of hot coffee whose mesmerizing vapors made one of us look back at one of his experiences with a strict teacher we all knew.

He said ,she, although a wonderful human being went a little too chatty about her students who apparently gave her a little hard time and that annoyed him as she went on gossiping her way to glory.On other days he wouldn’t ind it, but that particular Monday was a bit speedy on his clock as the matter he addressed, deserved immediate attention.

I wondered aloud why he didn’t voice his concern with her. To which my herbal tea- lover friend putting down his glass admonished me with dangers of showing ‘busy’ people of how busy we are. He said it is highly impolite and must at all cost be avoided especially if the person is a higher authority and has autocratic and undemocratic tendencies. I couldn’t understand how fear should dictate how one feels and reacts. They said I never would.


Yes I am a rebel and have no consideration for ‘rules’ that people make. I would like to correct them. I love following rules which are ‘written’ and not otherwise. There must be many blithering idiots like me who wouldn’t like to knuckle under powerful people (PP) and hide their resentment. Folks who wouldn’t betray their emotions for PP to like them.


We have people who defy men who choose to take a stand against Mean and Big yet wouldn’t join them or act like them when opportunity presents itself. Such hero-worship is pointless. And such spinelessness is criminal. I don’t advocate people should go crazy and overtly express themselves through choicest foul words but I believe showing you are uncomfortable when you are, is legitimate. I believe we owe it to ourselves.
But who am I kidding? We have lives to live, places to be and bungalows to erect. Surely such talk can only interfere with all the stuff we have in our minds. We should emulate plastic dolls which forever smile even when torn by evil babies. Pretense, as my wise friend who serves us hot beverages at our favorite coffee joint says, is a necessary accessory these days.


The coffee served here has started to lose its sting maybe I should complain. But the owner might ask me to immediately clear my due account first or leave the premise. Wait, what did we just learn here?

Husain Sodawalla
husain.sodawalla@gmail.com

Right Here Waiting For You…

Before you start reading this, I just want to tell it is not to blame anyone, any group. It is just what I have gone through.

 

It has been more than three years when I last saw her. Her body lying in front of me, trying to say, “I love you so much that I am afraid to be separated from you.”

It was the day when she finally decided that the society which she is a part of, will not permit her for such a serious offence and she finally decided to punish herself, rather punish me.

Standing still in a corner, everything had stopped for me. Just unable to understand anything, sure, I didn’t want to continue. Just asking a question to her, why she made this decision alone. I wanted to be with her forever, but…

I still remember the day when I first met her. As usual, hesitated to approach a girl, but this time somehow managed, only because, it was her. Friendship was the only thing I wanted that moment, and surprisingly, I was successful.

Soon, there was nothing she didn’t know about me, and, in return, she had someone she could trust on. Though, only friends, we had our own little cute world. We had to spend all the time together, be it the school, coaching or any other time.

In the next six months, I gathered the courage to speak out the truth. The only thing, I think, she could find in me was the truth, and if it was so, it was sufficient for her acceptance. Well, nothing left to tell. It was the only thing I wanted.

For the next two years, sometimes together, most of the time away from each other (well, studies are another part of life at that stage). Just the thing we had, trust, faith and love (if this is called so. I am no one describe it.).

But, we have a so called society, which we are a part of. But still, it is not ours (at least in my case). She somehow realized that taking the rules of ours society into account, she had committed a huge crime. The fear of being separated dominated my faith, my love and everything. She had more faith on our society than me and she was sure we wouldn’t be able to face it. Finally, she decided to quit.

I have been waiting for her since the last three years with a hope that she might realize that I need her at every stage of my life. Well, she hasn’t returned till now and the only thing I can do is to wait.

Abhishek Kumar

abhishekkumar5581@gmail.com

N.I.F.T Mumbai

https://www.facebook.com/abhi2127

The Pessimist’s Loss

He walked in despair
Each step, a melancholic song;
Life in shambles, beyond repair,
He sat reflecting; what went wrong?

The darkness pressed on,
The breeze felt colder
As he sat on the edge of the cliff
Nothing but misery, sitting astride his shoulder

He picked up the stone
From the pile by his side
And threw it far, into the waves
With a rage, he couldn’t hide

The darkest hour wore on
Even as he cursed his luck, writhing in anguish
Each little stone bore the brunt
Of every unfulfilled wish

The first ray broke through the clouds
Cutting through the sea mist
The endless sky, now tinged a deep crimson
Vied for the attention of the eternal pessimist

Drowned in an ocean of maudlin
Too lost in his gloom
Crying in his beer, too blinded by sorrow
To notice Nature in full bloom

He fumbled for more stones
To cast away with disdain,
Hands probing in the erstwhile pile,
Searching impatiently, but all in vain.

The birds seemed to mock
The tides laughed like the thunder.
All grief was replaced by shock
As he looked up and realized  his blunder.

Eos gave her most mischievous smile
He sat there, head in hands and stunned
Looking at the last of the rocks he had fed the ocean with
It was a priceless diamond.

– Amogh Das Guru

jumpygyanguru.wordpress.com

BITS Pilani Dubai Campus

 

You + Me = WE…OnCe UpOn A tImE….!!!

(It’s the poem on the evening I met you and we had a silent conversation in our minds…without opening our mouths…!!!)

Days are going by,
But your memories still stand-by,
The harder I try to fight with your memories.
I just end with too many sorries,
Sorry for once you were mine,
But because of you, now I just consider myself for wine.
Feelings are flowing up and down,
But no one is there for them to crown,
The mind is just saying MOVE-ON,
But my mind is struggling with my heart that how can I MOVE-ON.
Emotions are playing a game of Hide-N-Seek,
But it can neither Hide its Sadness nor can it Seek for Happiness.
The Sun is setting by,
The darkness is falling by,
But my Feelings and Emotions for YOU still stand by.

Kinjal Chandaria

REFLECTIONS

His guts wrench with pain as he sees them leave,
Each one of them,
Who once made him believe,
That seas were calmer,
But now the shores rage with his silent screams,
Another load of shipwrecked dreams,
Drown in the bottomless ocean,
His wishes float, carrying him to the other side,
He sinks on his knees,
Knowing,
He’ll always be…on the other side.

Pramati Anand

The Break up!

11th December 2012

It’s been two weeks since we broke up. But, I can’t get over her. The girls around me are amazing, but I just can’t love anyone else like I loved her. She was the one, who taught me love. In spite of whatever happened between the two of us, I can’t forget her. The times we spent together still gets a smile on my face. Although, the last two months have been really tough, for the both of us, I still think I cannot live without her. But then, if we broke up, there was a reason, or maybe reasons. Well, in our case, there were many. We just couldn’t survive. So, probably, if it has happened now, it however had to happen at some point of time. If we weren’t meant to be, we would have this break up, now or maybe somewhere in the near future. So, it would be more difficult to get over each other than. We are still friends. Because, just because our relationship didn’t work out doesn’t means that we cannot be friends. Maybe, we make better friends than lovers. But, I should get away from her. I should stop the constant texting, Facebook stalking, chatting, talking on the phone this often, everything. I should converse with her on a platonic level with her without any ulterior motive. Yes, ulterior motive here includes the irresistible urge to get back together. I am not with her, because the relationship turned out to be different from what we wanted. So, life surely has other plans for us. But don’t forget, if this relationship didn’t work out doesn’t means that it wasn’t necessary. It was an inevitable part of your journey to make you what you’re meant to be. I shouldn’t lose hope in love, just because this relationship didn’t work out well. There might be something better awaiting for me, which is meant for me.
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All of us go through this phase in life at some point or the other. No matter, how much you love your partner, break up is an irresistible part of a relationship cycle these days. The post break up phase is the worst, one can ever go through. We get tempted to text our ex, no matter if our ex hardly bothers to reply. One often thinks of the good times and tries to get back, although our ex hardly cares. Every couple around us reminds us of how good we once used to be, which is nothing but impossible now. Every couple, mushing up, makes us jealous and envious. We miss our ex even more. Mood swings are often a part of this phase. We feel vulnerable. We feel unwanted. We feel useless. The feeling that no one loves us, and no one cares is common to everyone after the break up. But, don’t lose hope. If it happened, it happened for a reason. You just have to wait for that reason. Move on. Life moves on too. I know, saying this is easier, than doing it. But, we should try creative and innovative stuffs. Watch movies, Hang out with our friends, who would make us feel loved. Who would get back the energy and enthusiasm in us. Who would make us want to live. And, while you’re with all this, you might get someone who’s made for you. You never know. She might be around. You just need to keep your eyes wide open. Most of all, you don’t need to doubt it. You don’t need to think if it would work out or not. You just need to go ahead. Make the move. Make it count.

Rounak Nayak
Rounaknayak@gmail.com
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Lifeless Soul

Beautiful carcass built-in those hazy eyes,
Withering pain dripping from the corner…
Wooden plank dislocating itself from the core,

Originating from the shaft and then sliding towards the gravity…
Meaninglessness has been its greatest virtue,
Lost is the feeling in the air…
Accepted fate, ruptured belief,

Disfigured dreams, scary sight…
Solitude beckons freedom,
Words hidden behind the closet…
Immersion is the latest fad,
Wish I knew the regulated formulation…
Calling out for peace of mind,
Whispering in this already silenced lips…
Wait has begun for the unknown,
Or may be, it’s for the end…

Rashmi  Yadav
rashmiyadav247@gmail.com

Dil Yeh Udaas Hai. . .

Aaj na jaane kyon yeh dil udaas hai…
Ek bichda hua sa khwaab hai.
Dil mein kashish hai aur
Mann mein ek ajeeb sa ehsaas hai.
Aaj phir yeh dil udaas hai…
Par haan mann mein ek vishwas hai…
Jo chaha woh milne ki aas hai
Phir us khwaab se roobaroo hone ka ehsaas hai
Aaj phir yeh dil udaas hai…
Jo khoya woh milne ki ummeed hai
Jisey paya usey khone ka dar hai…
Yahi toh mere dard ka asar hai
Aaj phir yeh dil udaas hai
Mann mein ek ajeeb sa ehsaas hai
Samne us manzil par jaane ki raah hai
Par dil mein kisi sey milne ki chah hai…
Na jaane kyon yeh dil udaas hai
Aakhon mein ek sunehra saaj hai
Phir apnon sey milne ki aas hai
Aaj na jaane kyon yeh dil udaas hai
Mann mein ek ajeeb sa ehsaas hai…

Krishnaveer Singh Rathore
krishnveer091@gmail.com

Heartsore Galore – In tears and broken faith, my last…

(sing to the tune of Only Time – Sweet November by Enya)


You don’t know, what my heart says
You don’t know, where my heart lies

You don’t know, what you are mine
Without you, nothing’s fine

My words and my entire life
I don’t want to be cursed to grief ‘n strife

For your love, my heart tries
To get your love, my heart cries

I recall  in my hopelessness
A pledge of an eon of togetherness

Cursed I am with a paradox
Myself contradicts and mocks

Still haunts me the dead past
My patience has broken, I won’t last

Your ebullience drove me crazy
This despair makes me drowsy

Every night I recuperate in vain
Only to discover that the next day also dawns in pain

Each day I am slain and every battle I lose
I can’t handle my blues

Volatile, fragile drowned in thoughts
And to myself I have lost

Trying to live with the vestigial care
I now live with the cold stare

Before it could cruise the realms of my dreams
My ship’a love sank to the bottom of the streams

With you is fame
But not be your hero is so lame

We have got lured by pain
Gave each other so much disdain

I miss the dalliances
And the insane love in traces

  Make me your cynosure
We can never have closure

Every bit of my heart revolts in mutiny
I am ready for your scrutiny

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I pray for your love
And say we are meant to be

I pray for your love
And say we are meant to be

I pray for your love
And say we are meant to be

I pray for your love
And say we are meant to be

I pray for your love
And say we are meant to be

I pray for your love
And say we are meant to be

I pray for your love
And say we are meant to be

I pray for your love
And say we are meant to be

I pray for your love
And say we are meant to be

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Only you can bring a smile on my crest fallen face

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This may be my only way to reach out. . .
I apologize to you my dear darling
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My heart pours out to you
Whosoever it reaches . . . pray.

Ynxda Shazam

CORNER OF MY EYE

I don’t know, how to talk to you, I don’t know what to say. I try so hard to seem so cool, but my emotions go down the drain. Words don’t come out right – I may seem rude sometimes. I may not talk to you, but I see you, from the corner of my eye.

 I see you now, I see you now, I would do anything to make you smile. I see you now, I see you now, I would do anything to make you smile.

You are a mysterious girl, quiet, as an angel. Sometimes you show your fun side, it brings me a smile. Even though we see each other, we don’t say goodbye – I may not talk to you, but I see you, from the corner of my eye.

I see you now, I see you now, I would do anything, to make you smile. I see you now, I see you now, I would do anything to make you smile.

You are ignoring me, pretending, I ain’t alive. But deep, down inside, love is so hard to fight.We may not, come too closer, cause we are shy – I may not talk to you, but I see you, from the corner of my eye.

I see you now, I see you now, I would do anything to make you smile. I see you now, I see you now, I would do anything to make you smile.

Just standing apart, won’t give us, what we want. Differences, won’t be resolved, if we don’t even talk. We may not make it better, but lets give it a try – I may not talk to you, but I see you, from the corner of my eye.

I see you now, I see you now, I would do anything to make you smile. I see you now, I see you now, I would do anything to make you smile.

SANGRAM KARANDE
sangram_cool@hotmail.com

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