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.