For U, MoTheR

I have a dream for u, Mother,
Like a soft thick fringe to hide ur eyes
I have a surprise for u, Mother,
Shaped like a strange butterfly..

I have found a way of thinking
To make u happy..
I have made a song n a poem
All twisted in to one..

If i sing, u listen
If i think, u know
I have a secret from everybody in d world, full of people
But i cannot remember how it goes..

It's a song for u, Mother,
With a curl of cloud
N a feather of blue
N a mist
Blowing along d sky..

I'l sing it, under my voice
Sweets-of-my heart,
With love in it,
How I love u!

N u'l love it as if i had,
Sung in a bird's way....

My Red Flower Sunset !!

In d pink light
The small red sun goes rolling, rolling,
Round n round n round at d same height
In perpetual sunset....

Here's my oil painting of d day..Red sails in d Sunset , way out on d sea ...




Once upon a time at evening-light
A lil gal was sad.
There was a color in d sky,
A color she knew in her dreamful heart
N wanted to keep.

She held out her arms Long, long...
N saw it flow away on d wind.
When it was gone
She did not love d moonlight
Or cared for d stars.
She had seen a rose in d sky.

Sometimes i'm sad
Because I hv a thought
Of this lil gal !!!!

Are U a "LifeSaver" !???? Probably..

If you can help save a life, Take action n do it..

I happened to view a video of pia Awal, who was suffering from leukemia @ skool y’day. The video potrayed how leukemia has shattered her dreams making her off-color n bone marrow transplantation is a treatment for it . This video was disclosed to us to acumen d support we cd provide to d ppl suffering from this dreadful disease.

As a part of it, a stem cell match campaign was conducted @ my skool today to find d match for d people suffering from leukemia n r in need of bone marrow or stem cell transplant. I happened to voice out this to one of my close frds y’day ..n I told him tat I wish to register as a donor for it. Then he explicated me …it’s a very complex procedure n u will b carryin pain all thru ur lyf. His words petrified me n I gave up my brain wave’s notion of going to d campaign.but another frd of mine elucidated by putting in..its not really as complex as I picked up n he directed me to go n get my cheek swab done which took me ard 5 mins ..

His words instigated me to make my move for it …n I explored online d bone marrow transplantation procedure and d risks associated with donating bone marrow. I ascertained tat it does not pose any significant problems for d donor as only a small amount of bone marrow is removed. The area where d bone marrow was taken out may feel stiff or sore for a few days, and d donor may feel tired. The donors are back to their usual routine within 2 or 3 days r it may sometimes take up to 3 to 4 weeks. So I thought y don’t I b a donor n went to d fore ..

Lemme throw some lite abt d Natter …

All of us r pretty much aware of leukemia, It is a is cancer tat begins in blood cells resulting in d formation of new cells, when d body does not need 'em, n old cells do not die when they should.

Bone Marrow n Stem cell transplantation is one of d treatments for leukemia. Human stem cell transplantation is used successfully to restore d function of marrow tat has been injured. There r two major types of stem cell transplants: autologous n allogenic. Autologous transplantation uses d patient's own marrow. Such procedures cleanse d marrow of d small proportion of leukemia. An allogenic transplant uses marrow from a donor with d same tissue type as d patient.

More than 35,000 ppl suffering from leukemia r in need of bone marrow or blood cell transplants. While 30 % of patients find a matched donor within their family, the other 70 % must find an unrelated donor. Because tissue traits are inherited, patients are most likely to find a donor within their racial n ethnic community. However, less than 7 % or about 415,000, of d six million donors in d registry r of Asian descent n even fewer are of South Asian descent.

Currently, only 50,000 South Asian Americans r registered as potential bone marrow donors. Since no South Asian countries have yet to officially establish a bone marrow registry, d vast majority of potential donors come from d U.S. With such a small number of registered potential donors, it is extremely difficult to find d right match for a South Asian person who needs a bone marrow transplant. The chances of finding a bone marrow match r between 1 in 20,000 and 1 in a million

Lemme cite the case of Pia Awal, a 29 year-old South Asian-American resident of New Jersey suffered from Acute Myelogenous Leukemia (AML) n was in desperate need of a bone marrow transplant.

Pia Awal went to d emergency room in June 2002 after suffering from a fever tat antibiotics couldn’t wipe out n bone pain tat was getting increasingly worse, d last thing she expected to hear was a cancer diagnosis. N when d doctors delivered d news tat her symptoms were d result of acute myelogenous leukemia (AML), d 27 year old’s world shifted.
In 2004 when pia’s leukemia returned, and her only chance of survival was a bone marrow transplant. Thru her website, n d efforts of her friends n family, Pia helped register tens of thousands of new donors! She found a match for herself n is continuing to recruit donors in India n around d world thru the United South Asian Donor Registry (http://www.matchpia.org/).

"Increasing registration in the National Bone Marrow Donor Program dramatically boosts the chances of a match for South Asians around d world in need of bone marrow transplants"

HOW YOU CAN HELP ??

1. Register as a donor. If u'r between 18 n 60, particularly of South Asian descent, please register right away by attending a donor drive near u or online @ www.marrow.org

2. Get others registered. Take ur frd or coworker or neighbor wid u to a donor drive. The more people register, the better the chances of finding a match.

3. Spread the word. There are drives all over the country, so voice out this to everyone u know n ask them to register.

REGISTER AS A DONOR—HELP SAVE SOMEONE’S LIFE!

All it takes is 5 minutes, a cheek swab, which will be tested to match d patient’s tissue, n some paperwork! No blood will be drawn. Please go to d drives n get registered especially if u r an Asian or South Asian descent!

U might be able to save d life of one of d other 35,000 patients waiting for a donor. To find out more about bone marrow or blood cell transplant process, please visit www.marrow.org.

"Life doesn’t stop happening to u even when u get Leukemia”

Gaping My ' Sketch ' Book :)

I usually pen down my thoughts or jst grab a pencil n draw whatever i like Whenever I’m low or lonely. Though I never made ny sketches perfectly, I’m under d intuition tat i do make gud ones ..n passed it as my sideline. These days, I hardly make ny sketches unless i’ve nthg constructive to do or when i‘m jaded stiff. More often, I make portraits on d request of my frds.. either for their beloved ones or for themselves. It’s always fun doing it !!

Lemme ajar some of my sketches..

This is preeminent of all my sketches n its my pick .. a draft of my Mom.. which i delineated today.It took me several hours to do this. When I was scanning this in my skool, ppl who hv perceived it probed me as whether I was an architecture engineer :D


Isnt it awe-inspiring ??

Here goes my brother’s sketch . He’s a hunk of our family. I like this pic of his, wherein he’s dressed traditionally in a dhoti. Actually , I wanted to make a full portrait of him but I wasn’t sure of making it really gud.so this is for now.well.. I ‘ll definitely make another fabulous one of his soon.

A mother holding her kid

This is one of d posters of the movie “ The Lake House”. It’s a love story casting Sandra Bullock and Keanu Reeves.

This sketch is requested by my cousin..its her wid her son. I sketched it this summer when I was bak home. it took me abt 2 hours to finish it, it’s not perfect..it’s jst fine.

Here are Lindsay Lohan’s Sketches , I chose these to sketch as i liked her poses in these .

This is my frd wid her dad. I gifted this on her birthday :) She loved it !!

Marilyn Monroe was uniquely beautiful in her own way. This is my own version sketch of her.

I found these pretty gal’s portraits online n i made sketches of them.

I did this long time ago for one of my close crons ..his girlfriend’s portrait… he effaciously impressed her by lieing tat he made this drawing of her’s … :D

One of my chums asked me to make a sketch of a couple to give it as a lagniappe for valentine’s day then I tried to make a draft of some movie poster but it dint turn out well! Nonetheless my chums liked it :)

Gals wid up-to –d minute looks …I made these few years ago ..

Hope u liked my sketches.Lotsa more wil b added in d cards ..

A Walk to Home ….Thru a stairway of Tears and a lane of Memories

Whispering a heartwarming factual chronicle….

I happened to join a colloquium on d support for students education n FASFA which was targeted to high school students on Oct 11 @ a skool. Many fruitful dignitaries were present over thr to uncover d keys to doing well in school. One lady among ‘em …divulged stirring wedges of her lyf peering thru her soaked lashes putting a picture tat students can raise to d top, shining above the rest widout d bankruptcy of disappointment.

She whispered her lyf, …. a piece of ecstasy after several pieces of hades....

In an orphan's home one day….

I was like a flower
Just growing wild
Devoid of mommy's kisses
N daddy’s hugs
No one wanted me
I’m no one's child

People came for children
And took them for their own
Then they had a mom n a dad
N a fine home..

I know they liked my golden curls
But when they see I'm physically disabled
They always took some other child
N I was left behind

No mommy’s arms to hold me
Or soothe me when I cried
Sometimes I felt so lonesome

Nowhere to go
With no one to go to in pain
Crying all by myself cursing my life

I Wished tat I could die…
N i wd have walked d streets of heaven
Where all d people like me wd b btr
N just like all d other kids thr wd b a home for me....

She prolonged verbalizing … she was remitted to a mental hospice for 10 yrs after a suicide attempt @ age 13 n was being treated for terror mayhems.
She stud thr for yrs, Tears pouring down & Violently Shaking…Fighting till d end...those beautiful eyes filled wid sadness, begging for a reason, Y she was in ..??

She cried alone in the dark
Soured water mixed in her tears leave a mark
Blonde curls in tangles, nits in her hair
Shadows on walls kept her company thr..

After leaving the sickbay.. Everywhere she looked, the world is oh so Grey!! She knew, its not gonna get brighter unless she stands up n strives for success, she pulled out all d stops successfully n earned a college diploma.
N met someone under d rainbow bridge, where thr’s no more pain or sorrow, just loving arms to hold her close n never faced another nite alone on those cold streets..or behind those hospice bars.

No one’s nipper is gone for today
Somebody loves her, she smiles..
Arms hug her closely, tender d care

Later …. She gyrated as a member of the NJ State Board of Education.

She sacked articulatin ..”I had been troubled beyond measure, broken beyond despair, had been numb beyond stimulation.The situations tat occurred to me r not nythg i deserve. How I’ve come so far is a complete mystery to me. But lyf is a surprise itself, tat does not come wid a guarantee.”

I strongly deem tat these packs of bolts from d blue r upshots for having had a vision in my mind n having exerted thru yrs to make it come true.

I dare to dream these dreams
coz they can
b real if u make them real

Crying in d doorstep
going over footsteps…

One thing to prove
Time to move
N light my fuse
Let me be someone
Reaching a lyf.. full of colors

Let me rise
Make myself wise
No more cries
Been wasting time
Wonderin
Y this lyf is austere ?

Truth hurts, doesn’t it ??

As life takes us down dark paths,

we learn to turn on the light.

The darkness may be brutal,

But there's always a day after night

No one is alone.... Someone, something will come To Take Away the Pain ..

It's easy to feel like u r all alone,

To get lost in a crowd,

Being overshadowed by many,

U don't say a word, not one

U must want to b known,

U must want to b heard,

No one knows d great tat u r..

Speak to ur mind,

Stand up for yourself,

Never let anyone tell u tat u r not strong enough,

Being urself is more tan enough

For brighter skies..

Lets Keep influences on our fingertips,
memories in our hearts.
N Grow strong from d moments,
That take our breath away....

Are Gals Complicated N Guys Clueless !??

One of my friends said GIRLS ARE TOO COMPLICATED TO UNDERSTAND !!!! He went on….saying ..they r like math , they r always confused particularly when it comes to relationships . They think n act completely different for us!
I retorted saying we r not complicated.. we only seem complicated when people dont listen to what we say.. u jst have to try understanding us n most guys r not willing to do tat … so its all !!

The argument heated up….n he drove it ahead telling .. Y do girls think tat putting up some air of mystery is a good thing? "You can't understand us, we r too complex.".. Y wd u want to b more complex than guys? Is there some kinda competition here tat u didn't tell us about? And what do u get if u win ... guys avoiding u?

Well i said..Nobody is complicated. Even math n science r complicated.. but we understand them with a bit of workin around.. girls r not complicated.. its jst tat everybody wants to understand everything at d first go n tats what makes them think they r complicated.....u jst gotta be smooth n stay tuned for quite some time...

He accounted bak articulating.. I will no more try to understand gals n what they want from a guy? Finally he disclosed d words of his heart …n narrated me ..

Since one year until some weeks back… I was going out with a girl. So I said to myself,Now I’ll try my best to understand my girlfriend. She was a decent girl n I thought she wanted a good guy. I did all on earth to be a good person, a good n loving guy. I would be there when she needed me on MSN Messenger, I would send her d most loving n sincere words by mail. I would make sure to be there when she needed me. I tried my very best : being sincere, being the one she wanted me to be. In fact everytime I changed myself in accordance to what she would be wanting from me. Just to make her happy. That really depressed me coz I tried everything to understand her but couldn’t. Then some weeks back, I could no more…. I pull the plug off and told her I’m going away. I don’t know what? What girls really want from us ??

Guys should be gals to really know who they are. That’s why there’s no way to understand them and why I gave up trying to understand them n I feel better now because I gave up trying to understand girls.

Are gals really tat complicated? This isnt quite knotty n not an unending conundrum …

Man/Woman control panel.This is from a guy's perspective ..Its really hillarious !! Don't u jst hate graphics like this??


But seriously though, there r different gals as well as different guys, some r smarter, some r less smart, I don't think we r really all tat complicated ..however, it's nice to have the 'female logic!' excuse for almost any illogical statements u make :P

It's all too complicated

To explain in a verse

It'll take many to explain

What i gotta say….

For Guys,Gals r always complicated

Never make up their mind

They confuse u to hell

Even when u think they're one of a kind

For Gals,Guys r always complicated

Doesn't matter how u look at it

They betray ur friendship
And give u nothing….

Everything in life is complicated

U'll notice over d days

U’ve got too many problems

And many people who annoy....

Apparently, females tend to have a larger corpus callosum than males,which is a part of d brain which connects d two hemispheres. Females r more able to balance d emotional n logical sides of their brain. Males only tend to see things in black or white.

Well well .. unlike boys .. I say tat one can understand gals ..A gal only wants attention, care n a pinch of love frm a guy. Gals r not complicated to understand...Give them time, they will return to u lil later if they really like u :P

If u r trying too hard to please them, forgetting to b who u really r…then its totally incorrect. Be urself n if they don’t like tat then they r not for you anyway. Sooner or later u’ll find someone who wants u n not d imaginary person whom u think they want.

All I wanna say is….Guys n Gals need to have their own space to maintain their masculinity n femininity respectively.

Getting anger over someone of opp gender, pondering.. U see things vertically n he does the same horizontally n then getting in to arguments n taking offense , is not the most effective thing to focus on. It's like focusing on things that doesn't matter.

What does matter is ..how guys n gals treat each other n when made an error in judgment, recognize it n commit to do better.Guys n Gals constitute a "whole" when working in harmony.U cant appreciate dark without light, up without down, inner without outer, brutality without tenderness.

‘He’ is d engine with d raw horsepower n ‘She’ is the microprocessor that keeps it all working to maximum efficiency.Neither is better, but both r complimentary n necessary for balance.

Get to know d person of d opposite gender n appreciate him/her for their unique strengths.

Now lets pin our ears to d fabulous trak...Boys like girls -The Great Escape :)

POVERTY, A cause….A journey with no applause!

Today, we live wid more awareness n concern abt global poverty than @ any time in our world's history. More than ever, people can see or read abt swollen stomachs of hungry children.

It is d very improvement in d economic well being of hundreds of millions of people tat raised d world's consciousness abt poverty n inequality. Until a few hundred years ago, almost everyone experienced material poverty. Few saw themselves as poor relative to their neighbors n hardly any were comfortable enough to worry whether other people had enough food, clothing n shelter. Rising incomes created d large middle classes tat could worry abt d hungry n expose d poor to wat 'ey lacked. In addition, economic growth n technological change fueled d expansion n accessibility of mass communication tat makes poverty n income disparities readily observable not only in d rich countries but in many poor countries as well.

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This growing recognition of world poverty n inequality is significant, but so too r questions abt d realities of material hardships n material wealth. Wat are today's levels of poverty n inequality? Are 'ey increasing or decreasing? Answering these questions is a complicated task, though far less complex than determining d causes of poverty n inequality n d effects of domestic n international policies.

Life is sweet to some

To others ,it is sour..

Yet many lie in pain

And others gaze in disdain

Poverty comes with its gain

And wealth also its pain

Turn ur heart, oh dear one!

Wipe the tears of my beloved

For we all r one

United with the string of life

Help the dying poor

Help the thirsty one !!

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U never know

Who u reach out to today

May help u too the next day….

Here's a poem dedicated to all the destituted children n guttersnipes..

Oh lil gal !!!! dont look at me,

with those docile feeble eyes,

Don't stretch ur hands,

For a few pennies n compassion from me....

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Don’t let ur parents teach u,

How to beg in front of the wealthy,

How to pick food from the bins,

And how to exert urself to survive on this land.

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Impulse ur hand to hold a pen,

And revitalize ur future with it!!
Elevate ur voice, not to plead for money,

But to claim for education!!

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Don’t let ur past dictate ur future,

U were not born to survive amid dust n dirt.

Y do u need sympathy at all??

When even cripple live a decent living.

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Fight for urself,fight for all those,

Who r victims of hunger n poverty.

Fight against those who dishonor ur hopes n dreams,

U have every starboard to Happiness, Freedom n Education.

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TEACH WITH YOUR "HEART"....To make a way for Freedom Writers

Freedom Writers based on the best selling book “ The Freedom Writers Dairy “ by 150 teen freedom writers wid Erin Gruwell . As an idealistic twenty-three-year-old English teacher at Wilson High School in Long beach, California, Erin Gruwell confronted a room of “unteachable, at-risk” students. One day she intercepted a note with an ugly racial caricature, n angrily declared tat this was precisely the sort of thing tat led to d Holocaust—only to be met by uncomprehending looks. So she n her students, using d treasured books Anne Frank: The Diary of a Young Girl n few more as their guides, undertook a life-changing, eye-opening, spirit-raising odyssey against intolerance n misunderstanding. They learned to see d parallels in these books to their own lives, recording their thoughts n feelings in diaries n dubbing themselves the “Freedom Writers” in homage to d civil rights activists ..

Freedom Writers stars Academy Award winner Hilary Swank as Erin Gruwell, the impossibly naive and fresh-faced white girl from a wealthy Southern California suburb who wants to make a difference in d world by teaching in a gang zone . Initially, she fails to command d respect from these kids, who can’t see how education is goinna help ‘em in their lives mired in violence. But after Gruwell catches d students passing around a racially derogatory drawing, she starts to get real with 'em n finds a way to start teaching ‘em things 'ey really need to know..

The script was written and directed by Richard LaGravense n his decision to present d violence these kids endure , stands him in gud stead. The movie opens with disturbing footage from d LA riots, moves swiftly to a gang killing, and repeatedly immerses u in harsh slices of the kids’ lives. By doing so, LaGravanese earns d power of Grunell’s impact.. rather than just showing us teenagers in colored baggy pants wid bad attitude .

Erin's love for these "loser" kids helps them to, first, love themselves, then love their "enemy" classmates, and, finally, love n cherish d opportunity 'ey have to rise above their circumstances .

She really inhabits d role of tirelessly optimistic n dedicated Erin Gruwell right down to her pearl necklace and peppy sweater. The supporting cast all do their parts well. And d trauma the kids endure n the extent to which Gruwell goes to help ‘em r all pretty impressive!!

It’s a film wid many touching moments.But d one tat hit me hard, was a quote from one of d class’s staunchest kids. When he was asked as “what he dared to hope ?“…his retort was … “To be eighteen.”

It’s not a smooth picture n it certainly has its faults, but wid such strong performances n a tear jerking message, the heart of d matter comes barreling through its rickety structure.

Watch the Trailer :

I saw almost similar class room atmosphere @ Barringer High school ,park ave, NJ where i used to tutor 11th n 12th grade students in math. Many of ‘em were in to gangs, their behavior in d class n attitude towards life was pathetic.

Though the school administration carried out many programs to bring in some change among ‘em …by conducting presentations abt gang awareness n other activities….but I can say none of these programs dint give any positive outcome ..the dirty one’s remain d same .. I used to ponder as Y the Federal govt of US is spending millions of dollars for these “loser” kids, who can never change ??

I got to watch this movie a couple of months ago n it really had a major influence on me … Then I realized tat each n every one of ‘em had an odyssey of their own..n a reason for ‘em being so ….Basically many of ‘em r homeless or their parents r involved in crimes..n many of ‘em r brought up wid an outlook tat being in gangs would give ‘em fame n wealth instead of studying which may not give ‘em all tat..

It’s not d first good inspirational film in d realm of urban education: “Stand and Deliver,” “Coach Carter” to name a few! But its quite deserving of ur interest. The way she tried to bring ‘em across the bridge n teach ‘em tat education is a gr8 liberating force n wil equalize d playing field by making ‘em pen down d words to leap off the page abt their experiences. I strongly feel , it should b for use in d class.

The theme these kids carry is awe-inspiring !! It's titled "I have a Dream " n it goes this way ...

I got a dream

[One day]

We gonna work it out oh oh

We gonna work it out oh oh

We gonna work it out..

I got a dream

tat one day

all of the people n myself

r gonna find a better way

My dream is to b free

my dream is to b free...

A search for brighter days

I ride thru d maze of d madness

struggle is my address

where pain n crack lives

gunshots coming from sounds of blackness

given this game with no time to practice

Born on d blacklist

told I'm a little average

A life with no cabbage

that's no money

if you're from where I'm from

funny,

I just want some of urs son

dark clouds seem to follow me

I walk wid a boulder on my shoulder

it's a cold war

I'm a colder shoulder

I fight d same fight tat made Martin Luther, the king

I ain't usin' it for the right thingin-Between lean n d fiends

hustle n d schemes..

I put together pieces of a dream

I still have one

I am happy.I am happy

I got a dream[One day]

We gonna work it out oh oh

We gonna work it out oh oh

We gonna work it out

Finally kudos to the director for taking this to the screen with gritted teeth n determination to teach something worthwhile ..

In this passionate, poignant, and deeply personal memoir, On a journey through the emotional peaks and valleys on the front lines of our nation’s educational system …“Teach with Your Heart” is the only commitment to awaken personal power in students n ppl ...n a remarkable ability to encourage others to follow in ur footsteps to ensure that education in the United States truly meets the needs of every student....

Your Generosity can make Someone's Day!

On june 12,'07....We were getting back home after havin a luncheion @ my frds place. On our way back ..we were stuck @ Panjagutta crossroads, Hyd. A lil gal ,dressed up scruffily, knocked on my window n broke in to simper. I smirked bak at her..She wanted some money in exchange to beautiful scenic posters tat she was selling. I asked her, “how much?” she replied, “five rupees”. I was lookin for 5 rupees in my wallet n asked my brother if he had 'em. He didn’t have 'em either. I had a 20 rupee bill n i handed it over to the gal. She wanted to give bak the remaining amount to me. Meanwhile the traffic signal showed up green n we had to raise the gear n drive ahead..

After few mins , we were again struck at the nxt immediate signal .....And we were surprised to see the gal ,when she knocked our window again . she took a deep breath n smiled ..then she said u dint take bak ur change. i was flabergasted as she made it to us by runnin along the car..I asked her to keep the change as i was moved by the pain she took to reach us jst to give bak the balance amount . I wasn’t going to lose anything by being a lil magnanimous. In fact the gals face lightened up when I asked her to keep the change. My dad would have been happy to know that his 15 rupees went for a meaningful cause instead of spendin 'em for my junk food or smthg . ...... All i can say is " Being generos can make someone’s day. "

That 'smile 'of the lil gal touched me ...n made me feel tat i must n its my responsibility to help someone in a small or big way if i get a chance to ....

I was in to small social service kinda activities from my skool days ..

When I was in Rosary Convent , Hyd. I was an active member in the social service club n we were working for "Divya Disha Organisation" .They provide services for many homeless children, rag pickers, child labour . Our part was to make simple poster prestentations n throwin light on few issues in society wid 'em n also teach 'em simple math . We used to visit their place once or twice in a month ..I can tell u tat all these children want is someone to come up to 'em , talk to 'em about their lives ..as hw they r ? wat they do ? jst b nice wid 'em ....they dont expect huge amounts of currency from us. ..I remember playin wid 'em dumbsharats n other small games .. n listening to their experiences.... Truly speaking , We used to enjoy those few hours of interaction wid 'em . I can tell u tat many of 'em were bright students n quick learners.

There are many lil things tat we can do to make this world a much more beautiful place for everyone to live in. So lets all take initiative to do something atleast wid in our reach to help d needy from this moment ..n help in generating million watt smiles on their faces ...

BEAU....Boyfriend ????

For cracked rationale , ppl keep mullin over tat i've a boyfriend ! Where in d inferno did 'ey get tat !!!??? ppl ask me " u'r 21 yrs old, pretty,smart... y r u stil single !???? Y don't u have a boyfriend??"

I thought abt it for a while..may b my crons r right..may be its really time for me to have one....
All my life... i’ve been believing tat 20+ yrs of age is the perfect age to get entangled with someone.. earnestly !! But againnn...I rely on someother principles ....

The brain wave for me havin faith tat this age is perfect! .. is that u'l b in ur prime , an independent grownup, someone who’s gettin on to b responsible for the choices u make n the actions u take. When u r producin ur own livelihood., u can retort to nyone who points @ ur do's n dont's. Also ., ur accountability of following the procedures/guidelines laid down by the parents also ease up then .This is the pretext as Y i've been single n probably don’t regret for it !!

The reason my heart probably agrees with my mind tat ’m happy single is that may b I haven’t found the perfect guy yet!!!! I’ve got some really gud guys as friends .. Amazing ppl with very interesting mentalities.., I have Lotsa * 4 Kicks with 'em ..It has always been about fun., fights n other stuff.Life is fun...but we do need some seriousness to balance it out.
I surmise u can know somebody really well , when they r not frivlous.., in the sense., not foolin around, flirtin n jokin kinda stuff. Well.., that ., I dont have in my life. Sounds strange that someone is missing out 'no rollic' moments ! :D

But its true!! Well..’m not ‘into’ the boyfriend/ girlfriend kinda stuff . I sincerely believe tat unless some earnest understanding n bonding r present...the alliance cannot b a success !Another thing tats perturbin me is.... Wat if I've found the perfect guy., but according to my above stated 'principles' ..Do i've to still pause for sometime?? But againnn.. 'm timorous ....might miss him., Wat if things don't work out well in the cards., these themes scare me.., but there's nothing tat i can do abt it !

Life flows like tat.... n 'm Cheerful wid wat 'm n i've :)

Happy B-day Chandi !!

Hey !! its koti's b-day !!!!

Well.. he calls himself ...."Pretty!!!!Attractive!!! Appealing!!! Sweet!!! Good-looking!!! Charming!!! Glamorous!!! Beautiful!!! Eye- catching!!! Smart!!! Striking!!! Fascinating!!! Bubbly!!! Sparkling!!! Full of life!!! ...Good-natured!!! Great!!! Amazing!!! Tremendous!!! Elegant!!! Fashionable!!! Well-groomed!!! Stylish!!! Neat!!! Graceful!!! Pleasing to Eye!!! Bonafide!!! Rarity!!! SweeTo0o00o0 ".........its a LonG List rite ?? but none of them holds gud for him :D
All i can say about him .... He's a total "FOODIE " n a "PUNK "..he can eat any amount of food @ any time :P

There's an interesting anecdote for him to be named "Koti" which only our crew members r aware of ..hehe n well thrs another yarn for me being called Boochi by him ... n i truly luv being called Boochi only by Kotii :D

Jokes apart..Lets all wish for this dude on his birthday ....






Comfort on difficult days,
Smiles when sadness intrudes,
Rainbows to follow the clouds,

Laughter to kiss your lips,
Sunsets to warm you heart,
Gentle hugs when spirits sag,

Friendship to brighten your being,
Beauty for your eyes to see,
Confidence for when you doubt,

Faith so you can believe,
Courage to know yourself,
Patience to accept the truth,
And love to complete your life.

Happy Birthday Kotiiii !
Have a Blast !!
I wish all ur dreams come true..

The day is as special as you allow it to be... Parties, gifts and celebrations don't really count for much in the long run - it's the importance you imbue and the meaning that you find that matter. so dont expect any lagniappe's/gifts from me n 'm awaiting for u to cum bak here n throw me a b'day Jamboree :D

From ur Boochi :)

Memories..College ke din !!

Remembering my class mates,

after few years,my eyes were filled with tears..

Everyone is now busy a lot,
No one escaped destiny's plot.

Project reviews to campus interviews,

Nicknames to last bench games,
Cultural rehearsels to love proposals,

short term crushes to class room blushes..

Everything is fresh in our mind,

Wish life could just rewind.

Let's laugh, play and rejoice.

Once again and become college students.

Chatting and laughing.

We all were in elation.

Till the painful moment of seperation..

When it was time to part.

We returned with a heavy heart.

Today,life is full of commitments.

And too many worries.

But those cherished moments....

Will live forever in our memories!!

I miss those good old days....,
...., when it was nothing but fun..


Yeh Degree bhi lelo, Yeh Naukri bhi lelo,
Bhale mujhse lelo woh US ka Visa,
Magar mujhko lauta do college ke din !!

Woh TeeKha Samosaa, Woh tanda saaa paani,
Woh project ki Khatir , tho dar dar bhataknaa ,
Woh lecture mein , doston ki proxy lagaanaa,
Woh sir ko chidana, aeroplane udaanaa,
Woh submission ki raton ,ko jagna jagaanaa,
Woh doosron ka assignment , ko apnaa banana,
Woh seminar ke din , pairon ka chat-patanaa,
Woh workshop mein din bhar , pasinaa bahanaa,
Phir Exam ke din ko , tho bechain hona..

College ki thi ..woh lambi si raatein,
Bhulaaye nahin bhool sakta hai koi......
Woh college, woh baatein, woh guzara jamana..
Mujhko lauto do college ke din !!

F.R.I.E.N.D....SHIP :))

There's nothing as nice as someone who shares,

Your laughter, your secrets, your wishes and cares,

someone who's there through your good times and tears,

who stays by your side as your friend through the years....

Hmmm..finally lemme sumup ..

“ A FRIEND IS SOMEONE WHO KNOWS THE SONG IN UR HEART AND CAN SING IT BACK TO U WHEN U ‘VE FORGOTTEN THE WORDS “

It takes more than caring

To be a real friend;

The nature of friendship;

Requires a blend

of warmest compassion

And love deep and true

To reach and to comfort

The way that u do.

Frienship..

Word that rules the world,

More precious than gold.

Like an ocean, Depth matters,

Deeper the depth. Sweeter is life,

Like a mountain, altitude accounts,

Higher the affection, Happier is life.

Can't be taught, Can't be bought,

Must be felt, Must be offered,

Based on trust, Its really the Best!!

This is for all my frds .. (n yeah ! these poiesies r not copied )

How I Became A Poet

I always wished to be a poet one day
To put my feelings beautifully into words
Many suggested playing with words wasn't my game
I gave up my dreams until one fine day

Grief struck me on that doleful day
Everything I had was taken away from me
All I was left with was my tears
Which never ceased to run down my eyes

I chose to write about my grief
My eyes got parched with no more tears to cry
My tears now turned into poems
Poems that the world took notice of

Strange that people enjoying my grief
Sadness is beautiful, enchanting and mystic
Though it gives one pain and misery
It gives words so much beauty

Love and Friendship

Love is like the wild rose-briar,
Friendshipis like the holy-tree-
The holy is dark when the rose-briar blooms
But which will bloom more constantly?

The wild-rose briar is sweet in the spring,
Its summer blossoms scent the air;
yet wait till winter comes again
And who will call the wild-briar fair?

The scorn the silly rose-wreath now
And deck thee with the holly's sheen,
that, when december blights thy brow,
He may still leave thy garland green.

A Beautiful Poem For My Mom

Before the sun splashed orange
against an obsidian sky creating purple,
before the moon and stars were placed
upon the night to give it beauty
you loved me..........

The oceans had not yet begun their watery chorus
the earth was barren and without purpose
when u first cared for me.......

Before god was born
before he sent his people northward
to build great pyramids and temples,
you were my god and my temple

Before men made flags and assembled
armies to defend their empires,
my empire was you,my anthem was
my mother's womb,i am thee
sweet place of security ,of thee i sing

Before words like life,beauty and love had meaning
you gave them to me, like gifts from a queen
before i knew what love was ,i gave it you .......

Before time carved mountains out of the pit
of the earth and tveved glaciers
in to sae s and seas in to deserts ,you shared
with me a timeless,infinite love.....

Long after the sun is a burnt out symbol
of a past life and the oceans are a sip of water in the universe
i will still love you......

Life Through My Eyes

Life is a dream, which hardly comes true.
So full of nightmares, but you must get it through..

Life is an expectation that never fulfils.
The emptiness haunts you but never heals..

Life is a mystery full of shadows.
Your trust in others result in sorrows..

Life is a journey the end is obscure..
The promises you make – you are never quite sure..

Life is unfair, no changes you can make.
The more you try your heart will break..

Life is a highway where the soul is just a car.
Objects in the rearview mirror may appear closer than they are....