I once Belonged There

It all started with a chirpy greeting

Of hugging and hand shakes and everybody meeting

Continued with chatting even in early morning dew

The winters were cold , smog out of the mouths flew.

The jaw from then on, had no rest

Of moving continuously nobody ran out of breath

The classes would then drag on

But we sat as in just another lawn

Whisper, murmur the gossips had to be passed

To everyone who took interest, ditching the class

The neighbours were in whispers told

Those who sat far off had to take some steps bold

The rest also wanted their share of the news

That had led the studies to blues

For them the papers were torn

Scribbled down , folded and as aeroplanes flown

Read, turn around and make a weird face

Always that led to giggling and the teachers trace

The bell would be so longed for by us

The class dragged on creating a fuss

Periods ended only to hoot and jump

The adrenaline suddenly rushed as in a pump

Another new then came from the officials

Of a free period and nobody could stop being trivial

The fun always lasted the whole day long

And ended with a love song

Goodbyes were said just to meet again tomorrow

Nobody had any sickness or sorrow

Everyone fit in like do jigsaw pieces

Ours was a thing about that you could write a thesis

I sit here and at all the activities glare

Frequent screams and the atmosphere flares

They once did but dont attract me anymore

The memories although are fresh and pure

That corner of the class has always been a world of its own,

I know

It all changed dramatically , nobody has thought so

I have felt them with my feet bare

They all seem so familiar , for I once belonged there.

The Wait

I hold up my coffee to the sky , frequently adjusting it with one eye closed so that  the sun rays pass right through the brown handle and make it look like its shining. The sun is setting now after its daily walk over the world of millions of people. Over highs and lows , over minds that think and over the hopes of many that fear to even wink. I am on my roof with my butt placed on the raised edge of my terrace which has no boundary walls. I hang my legs down to the window of my room. In one hand is the my-very-long-time-obssesion daily coffee mug with hot stirred up cappucino and the other hand i choose to keep on the little bit lower part of the terrace at my back so as to prevent myself from falling down. I also decided to carry a book with me today. In case I get bored of staring at the sky today; which I never do. But minds do flicker and mine does a lot often. Therefore the book. Its on my lap and amidst the clouds of thought that form very often when I come to this place I occasionaly stare at the cover page of it. It's appealing - the reason I picked it up from the bookstore when I went there the last Saturday. A forest which has trees lined up in a row - A plantation as geography would term it. And as if inspired by me that too has the sun rays falling at just the right angles through the leaves and making it appear Yellowish- orange. A shade i have fallen in love with in the past years . And on the side is the title " Absolute Love " .  It has been enough of describing random things now. Although I love doing it ! Love is never defined by books and words I suppose. Every person has a different meaning of it. Different memories attached to it. Different ideas of how to relish it. And different incidents which have made them realise it. Anyway. I gave up my thoughts on love just then. Its irrelavant to think about it when I know it shall never come to me. :) And of by chance it does its tacos tacos then. I have events of the whole day in my mind . And how life has changed in the previous month. It has been a whole lot different in here. People have become less wanted. Memories more cherished. Studies more looked into. Things more adorned. Little things more noticed. And REAL things even more NEEDED. The life I was in till now seems to be fake. And what I had thought I was has been proved wrong by people. I talk less and act more now. I love less and ignore( the unwanted and fake people ) more now. In short , I dream less and live more now. Life is happier this way , something I had never imagined. I have a few who love me and those are the ones who really do. I have a only a few whom I can count on ,but when I say that really means that they'll be there. I can actually write a thesis on PEOPLE'S BEHAVIOUR now. But I wait. For them to prove that the negatives are wrong. For them to correct the words that I will sow about them. And for them to actually give a direction to the trees they are growing into. Eventually So that the thesis that I write has only positive things . And for that I may have to wait forever....
Its time to hit back to the house now . Workout. Homework. Daily things  and to the  people I LOVE. MORE THAN ALL THESE THINGS.  Tadaa folks :)

Successful socialites

Here are 10 ways how one can be a successful socialite :D 

1. Speak to the people. There is nothing as nice as a cheerful greeting.

2. Smile.It takes 72 muscles to frown and just 14 to smile.

3. Call people by their names. Everyone is pleased when you remember their names.

4. Be friendly and helpful and others will respond likely.

5. Speak and act as if evrything you do was in genuine pleasure.

6. Be genuinely interested in people.

7. Be generous with praise, cautious with criticism.

8. Be considered with the feelings of others . It will be appreciable.

9. Be thoughtful of opinions of others. There are three sides of every controversy : Yours, the other person's and the right one.

10. Be willing to give service, what counts most in life is what you do for others.

ACCEPT LESS GIVE MORE

KEEP YOUR HEART FREE FROM HATE AND MIND FROM WORRY.

Shades

Everybody wakes up to a light Blue
Of new hopes and dreams yet to come true
The day then passes in various hues
Making you walk in different sets of shoes
It may later convert to a Magenta
Of happiness from love or drinking fanta
Otherwise it maybe a bright Pink
Of promises ,elation and things written in happy ink
The other half ; it can be facing an Orange
Like the sun sets in all its florence
To many others shall be enhancing the White
Of peace and calmness as far as permits the sight
Seldom solace the soulfullness of Green
That way you get your picture clear on a screen
Somewhere the atmoshphere turns bright Red
Of uncontrolled anger and words half unsaid
Faces among a crowd also reflect a little of Brown
As things collapse away and they pull on a frown
Situations now worsen and form a cloud of Grey
Tangled, destructed; thats how to time you fall prey
The storm now adhers to it ravaging track
People have failed badly, the dead end is Black
The journey makes feelings to fade
Life comes to us in various shades..

Dark Things..

That window is dull even in the light

Has somebody been gloomy there or had someone had a fight?

The front wall now no longer has that picture

Has it been taken down or it had no fixture ?

And whatever happened to those curtains so vogue

Will they never be replaced by anything on the globe ?

The lantern from the roof too, burns now consuming its own toil

Why hasn't it been given its share of oil ?

All these things lead to a devastating image

Of nobody living there or everybody being engaged

The scene that I had made up. looking through that window pane

Now seems brutally wrong or totally insane

I still look at it like my place of pilgrimage

For once I used to see you there and complete my heart's wage.. !

Two paths

There was a path

Deep in the woods

Once it forked

The bad, the good.

I chose to take

The left hand path,

I did not know

I had no map.

Now this road that I travel

Is dirty and battered .

Littered with dreams

That are broken and tattered.

Paved with wrong doings

And dotted with hearts,

That were taken from people

And just torn apart.

Pain and regret

Are common here .

 Wherever you turn ,

They're always near

I want to cross

To the other path,

And leave behind

This painful wrath.

 I thought i was forever

Doomed to walk

And all the gates

Were tightly locked.

But as i continued.

A footbridge i could see

A bridge of hope

Called out to me

Slowly i crossed

to the path of good

finally i was n the path

of which i thought i should

now hidden deep

within the woods

the one that forked

paths bad and good

i oncewas wrong

bt now i'm right

and before me

glows a guilding light

Altered by

a little sleep

so close to falling

in darkened depths

But i was finally

pulled to hope

i found that footbridge

and learned to cope

my simple mistake

following the crowd

ignoring the heart

that speaks so loud

the choices you make

can change your life

one will bring happiness

the other brings strife

Following the crowd

wont lead you to right

if you follow your heart

You'll be guided by light.

There was a path

deep in the wood 

once it forked

the bad, the good.

heed my warning

because i know

follow ur heart

you know where you go

More than Fifty shades of Grey...

This time or this day was never meant for writing but for studying in lieu of the exam which is only 2 days away. But there's something about tonight that wont' let me do the same... therefore; this thing. The feeling today is of Helplessness.
Something that my dictionary defines as - "..... feeling that you dont have the strength to control or protect yourself . " True. I dont know how these dictionary people define feelings so well. I can't define or  feel any of the existing feelings so well.
I am not controlled neither am I protected.Minds do change but not as frequently as mine does. It just keeps flickering in and out of existence like fireflies. And control is something I don't have on me , and this is not by any will but by mere nature. This mood today is a gift by these conditions.
Moreover, as the day passes more and more people are getting into relationships. Lovey dovey things, things which are alienistic to me, but to them it gives immense happiness ( priceless one ) . And in today's world be it alienistic or homely who doent prefer Happiness. More heplessness.
Also, when the so called " Friends " leave you at this time it worsens. They'd forward you texts everyday ; but they do that to eveybody on the list.Even the tailor to whom they dont even go now. But I am still happy at their sight.. Concealing my mind away in the black lie that yes.. they do remember me . When you reach out a hand to these phenomal and i-text-u-everyday kind of friends no hand comes back to you from the other side. This then paints the black lie to an even darker shade.. so much so that you become blinded; by your own emotions and travel in another world like this ; of writing down stuff ; to feel better.Most Helplessness
Things always dont come out to be your way. But even this is accepted here. And I live through this day telling myself that -- " Some days are meant to be sad.. Just like that . " .. Surprised? Should not be. Because if one can write about being happy without any reason ; even sadness follows the same anecdotes.. !

"GRAIN " drain

The Indian GDP boasts of statistics so high that they shall reach the sky in a few more years. But the reality seems to sink at an even deeper level .  Just after Opposition leader Sushma Swaraj went on a protest against the central government after  negligence and putting- the – blame- on – anybody- possible parliamentary sessions  the news channels went flooded with it .

Once again the hot is on the carelessness of the central government regarding storage of food grains .  The recent case is that of the 85 metric tonnes of wheat which doesn’t have any fate regarding storage.  Madhya Pradesh government is out of jute bags to store the surplus wheat. The state had assumed the annual income to be about 50 metric tonnes and accordingly had ordered jute bags from the central government.  And now when there is bumper production the surplus grain cannot be put into jute bags. Fact says that the government had ordered half the requirement form the Jute Mill Association and half from a private company. But in January the private tender failed and even the rest bags were demanded from the jute mills of Bengal. Being the supplier to all the states they  couldn’t supply such a big order in few months.

Tonnes of wheat had rotten the previous year too but the government doesn’t seem to notice the need for better storage facilities.  What happened last year is a contradiction to what our production rate is. When 2 metric tonnes of wheat went non- edible for human use it was auctioned to people at Rs. 1200 per tonne for whole grain and  just Rs. 650 per tonne for husk . ( Which was used to make alcohol later .)  Did this bring about change ? No !

Such happenings are not as of now. Even in 1979 there was a Save Grain Campaign. And happenings continue.

Who is to be blamed? The state governments ? Or the central one ?  Both are equally responsible.. In a country where 66% of the population is malnourished tonnes of grain is wasted. This is no justification. What use do we have of the grain production in India when it has no fate but decaying. Even after the Supreme Court orders to distribute grains no action took place what do you expect from such a government ?

Some say grains in Punjab are left unattended purposely so as to increase alcohol production in the state.  Nothing more than sheer illness of mind  if this is the case. The FCI is responsible for making cold storages in the country to store grains.  But they don’t. The state government is supposed to open more warehouses . But even they don’t. If this is the case. Where do the Indian farmers go?

To develop internally we surely do need a better Storage system  and policies. The Indian government has policies regarding food production but null as of grain storage. Development here is Incomplete….

SUMMER OF '12

Come experience the best time you can ever have with me ! "Literally i feel like calling out to the people this way. Ow noo!! did you just take it the wrong way ? Not that stuff. Stay away. I mean live  In my lifestyle :) Better interpreted.  Having the best days of my life. 3 days of vacations yet. Unlimited movies. No books. Guitar classes and lots of Baking . Makes my perfect lifestlye @ Daytime. And moving on all you people think is I must sleep at night after so much. But i dont.

When the streaks of twilight fade away and liltte dots called stars show up what engages me is Novels , Reports, Emails , Little bit of Facebook and Music. One heaven of a life . Atleast for a person like me. Who finds nothing better than a cup of coffee and a Book.And as if god knows so much about the sports freak in me .. There is UEFA Champions League that runs back to back on my LED when there is no movies. ( This particular tone is my affection towards RUSH HOUR 1,2,3 that i saw the day before .) And if at all there is nothing IPL is my best rescue. Every night is full of La Liga. And coming up next is the Barclays premier league. Gem of a lifetime .The best I could have with me would be friends. Who will drop by the next month. Looking forward to them too. But many including my home mates believe that I must make a better use of my vacations. In what ways? Somewhat towards the academic side anybody guesses? If it is so I would  just not do that. Let them expect o.O ! One and a half months away from the glory of those black dotted books which i dont understand at all. And they'd take that too. I wont be left with anything then. Nothing to live for :P

By the way its Night now. Just got back from another we-r-the-best-freaks-in-town party ! :D Where instead of the normal beer flows Mountain dew ( Dare not say anything against it. The whole lot loves dew like hell. Frozen type ) . How I like afternoon parties just because they give me a chance to flaunt off my best pairs of Ray Ban , POLICE and Dior sunglasses. My best treasure .

Summers aren't my favourite times. But this year they turnout to be.

I'd be back here too soon . Now that am all free. ( When was i busy btw? :P ) And since these summers are different i choose to be quiet hatke. These hot days show the sun you are someone much bigger much better. Instead of being cool STAY HOTTER ! ;)  xD ! Tada ! 

She walks in Beauty .

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!....