my longest scrap

As i said already, only certain people can influence u. The other one s my Biochemistry mam. She influenced me to scrap paper during her class. actually i like her a lot. not just me alone almost all my department mates ll like her. a kind, caring lect. We call her flower out of love tat we ve on her (damn serious pa). But i hardly listen her class. This s wat i did during her classes in second semester.

perching between my friends in the class;
Trying to get something in Biochem class;
Oh God! Everything is Greek and Latin here;
Am i in Biochem class or elsewhere;
After a long fight, gave up the idea of listening class;
Declared its hard to get anything out of this class;
started to think "how to waste the whole of 2 hours";
squeezed my mind to get an answer to this question;
Listening class itself is a big waste says my mind naughtily;
goggled at her in amazement, how she mugged all these;
My thoughts went through my school life;
where we prattle in the last bench under the book covers;
Sometimes we never mind the staffs;
at times, turning the class a play ground even;
Really stupefied to see people take notes;
i do pity the first bench , for what i Can all do;
But here , Im in second row (on those days alone not now), right under her nose;
I wanted to do what i used to do in schooling;
but something stops me from being myself;
I wanted to follow the great movement "QUIT INDIA";
Which for us is always "QUIT CLASSES";
Dropped it as I lost my guts being female;
I need to stay there doing nothing ;
I peeped out of the class but to find only leaves and branches;
Even they are cursed not to move in our campus;
Oh GOD! why the hell we need to learn;
After a nice hair shower , I felt sleepy;
For the lullaby of my mam, half sleepily;
At last i scrap these papers.........

this s how s waste my classes, yet i like them coz i enter a new world. Studies is not all that life s for. so keep enjoying the life as it comes.

My Advent

It is not just holiday but my rebirth;
Sitting in the center bordered by my friends;
They are not just friends, my happiness, my life;
prattling and laughing with watering eyes;
My right as a citizen, "The freedom of speech", once again acquired;
Oh God, all 24 hours not enough to enjoy;
Even the most lovable sleeping turned disgusting;
All our souls, after a long time, merged with each other;
It was not only myself, but everyone wanted back those GOLDEN SCHOOL DAYS;
Every second we laughed and snickered;
Well fed by my mom , my tummy grows;
But came Jan 2nd to destroy all my delusions;
I cried, I pleaded to my parents, all in vain;
Knapsack ed the bag with tears in my eyes;
Glimpsed at my dad but my wish was deprived;
I have to leave, leave my family. my friends, my life;
Retreating my soul there, my body alone;
Carrying a heavy luggage including my mother's love;
Moving in the bus in one corner heavy heartily;
heading to hostel, Once again Im MUMMIFIED!!!!!!!!!!!


This was my first writing tat i did in my first year of ma college. i started writing such craps on seeing Nithya, one of my best pals whom i really miss very much in CBE. She was with me for just an year. yet influenced me a lot. i like the way she looks at things.I really miss u NITHYA.. We learn, read, watch a lot yet only some people can influence us, and she s one of the kind.

GALS vs GALS (100% true)

There goes a famous saying " A worst enemy to a girl is a girl" . And my college gals prove them strongly ( not all). I never accept this in my schooling but here now in college i don deny it. coz i ve had lots of experience here in my college. i think people are blessed if they can find good friends in all stages of life. And the most gifted are those who get the same friends in all stages of their life. Appearance are always deceptive like gals. The look good (not the looks) and move well in front of u. but are actually not. They act innocent even wen they know things (push , do u get wat i mean). y do ppl wanna pretend to be innocent. I had the worst xperience in my 3rd year (VI semester). Those gals ditched me frm back, coward. I even defended for their mistakes. anyway it teaches me a good lesson that not to believe ppl at the very sight.
FOR THE GUYS: All the above s false for u.U ll never find a better friend with so much love, care and understanding. They mould u, bring out ur hidden talents. They change ur life frm a dark shadow to a brighter sun shine. u can trust them to ur life.
I don blame all the gals under this sun. There is moon among stars. yes i mean my pals. They r the best. I bet u. They r different not deceptive. i think tats y v r isolated in the class. We don pretend to be good, coz its a universal truth.(ha ha ha). i feel ashamed to post it bt i do coz i care for ppl. Those who read this beware of this sex. I wanna kick the ass of the ppl who ditched me. i feel better after post it :).

missing days

My heart drowned in the sands of loneliness;
Darkness engulfing me frm all the directions;
searching for help in desperate , i sat alone;
coldness penetrating my soul in this damn nite;
a ray of love dawned with its hands embracing me;
burning care gave its warmth to my soul;
the affection lightened my kingdom with joy;
sadness cloud passed away from ma sky;
showering happiness from above over me;
life bloomed in everything im made of;
all the happiness in this world belongs to me;
yet it stands away winking at me;
for me to posses it one day all for myself;
and for the rest of my life;
awaiting that day eagerly and counting on every second;
to hear the voice i love;
standing on the other side of the shore; i wait for your call...
to my beloved one

my class room

the unique one with 56 gals out numbering guys (jus sum 30 in no.). The green board (no black board) has never attractive to me even with decorations.

its elective period with full of gals (never mind those 4 guys ). i seriously don understand how people at first 2 rows keep on taking notes. i cant 4 god sake. My frnd s busy with her spin a yawn business. i cant control my laugh on looking her story. i even counted d no. of fans (8) light (12) and windows (6). the only notes i took 4 the whole of 1 hr s "therapeutic drugs" i even dunno wat it xactly means. am i the only one to be like this. i really dunno. my class is a really nice place to njoy.

college

My college , not the best. yet it makes me fit to live in this world. being apart from ma family bothers me a lot . people somehow help me come outta it pls. blogging makes me fel im stil alive