Just read a poem.... (its in my course.. but as d record goes... b4 d death day who reads??)
It kinda made a profound(cudnt find ne other wrd to fit) effect on me... though my interpretatn is kinda diff. from class (thank-God ddnt cum in d exam... teachers wud have given me a ZERO for not abidin d guidelines!!) I lurrrvd dese few lines... wonder hw sum1 cn convey sooooooooooo much thru sooooo little!! as is d case am havin bloody much trouble tryin to make sense in an entir para!! so my fascinatn wid da poem.. is kinda justified!!
read on.. hope u like it toooooooooooooooo!!(bettr have gud wrds abt it....... else imagine me wid a knife at ur neck!!)

HARLEM

by

Langston Hughes

What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up

Like a raisin in the sun?

Or fester like a sore-

And then run?

Does it stink like rotten meat?

Or crust and sugar over-

Like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags

Like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?

There am done copyin!! at first it might seem depressin.... like d previous post of mine.. but read it again n u might find a sliver of a ray of hope!!!!

try it wud ya??

Looking through a colored glass

All dressed up to go to college, with my sunglasses on. I am sitting in my car, waiting for the red light to turn green. I look out of my window. I see a bright and colourful day through my sunglasses. I see cool dudes on their sparkling bikes ready to roar off to their destination, I see chauffer driven cars, with the smart moms brushing their hair to perfection while their child finishes off his/her breakfast. I see bright blue sky (though tinted) above and greenery beside the street. Am excited about this new day, waiting to meet up with my friends in college, life is one big party with them. We live on the edge. We are broke when we have more than 100 bucks in our pockets. If our day-to-day expenditure goes below 50 bucks, we know that we are living on the edge and its time to get more mullah out of our parents. Still life’s a party and it’s a bright new day ahead of me, just a bit tinted because of my sunglasses.
Then why not remove the sunglasses and enjoy the morning to its full? Sorry, can’t do that. Will get exposed to too much light, exposed to the stark reality surrounding me right there at the red-light.
In place of handsome hulks on their shining bikes, I’ll find middle-aged men sagging on their old scooters, sweating in their helmets, wondering how they’ll manage to eke out that day’s living. I won’t see the smart moms, but their drivers, up since the earliest of morning, looking straight ahead, weighing the amount of driving throughout the day, and also the amount of waiting for their master for hours in the boiling hot car. I will see the little children in tattered clothes asking for money in order to get crumbs for their meal. Or maybe a handicapped adult asking for alms in his amputated hand. Maybe the lady, who wipes the windscreen with a rag of every car in sight to get maybe a coin or two for the effort.
But I choose not to take off my sunglasses; I don’t want my morning to be spoiled. After all don’t I have bigger problems of my own? I’m low on money; I won’t be able to afford the extra bottle of cold-drink or maybe a coffee in a coffee joint.
Don’t I have bigger problems of my own? My attendance might be low in class; after all I was busy making a play about the street-kids!!
I am not going to remove my sunglasses; won’t the sun shine into my eyes??

KNC ka Lakshya hai aisa,
Jisme nirali hai har baat.
Daam lagega na ek paisa,
Lekin pate ki hogi baat.
Humne socha tumhe dikhaye,
Aao milke khel rachaye,
Har mudde ko Lakshya banakar,
Use samajhna apna kaam!!

This is our calling song, this is our "mantra". We are not just a team, we are a team with an aim.
We are not mere actors, we are thinkers, we are workers.
We act to ENTERTAIN, we act to RAISE the AWARENESS!!
We are LAKSHYA, we have an aim.
Our aim is to raise issues (be it social, be it political, be it human), our aim is to work towards the betterment of the environment where we live in(personally n proffesionally). All in all, our aim is to achieve perfection, individually, as a team n as a society!!
We are not mere actors, laughing and crying on the cues.... We are among those humans who make others laugh and cry alongwith us, not only because we are convincing(hell that we are), also because we are not mere actors WE are Human Beings!!


now why i wrote this?? dont ask... no idea.. all i know, i was studyin,, wanted to write sumthin.. n came up with this.... maybe just wanted to stay true to medzzy's title for me "the enthisiast speaks!!"
but guess dat's wat i am!! well we all are in our own little way.. are'nt we??

SOME PEOPLE LAUGH AND SOME PEOPLE CRY

(borrowed from my text)


!!HOLI!! Yay!!! fun in life (borrowed from sona)
luks like am borrowin a lot nowadays.. what else to do.. after my phone(pyaaru) got stolen
am shuttlin between dad's n di's phones to check my msgs (sniff!!) UDHAAR KI ZINDAGI HAI BHAISAAB!!
well one SAD incedent.. otherwise alls sooo well in life..
wanted 2 copy n paste medhavi's post on our farewell play... mann was it fun or was it FUNNN!!!
still cnt beleive i did d whole BIGB nGABBAR thingi.... ws in a terrible state... thnks to my frnds n LAKSHYA n also a bit to Enigma.. dey were soooo gud n suppportive.
as my ego wont let me thank dem face to face.. (cnt help it.. am a hard core LEO in d end)
i jst wanna thank all of LAKSHYA (medzy, tanya-gave me hr phone to use!!, shaz-promised me a new phone??where r u shazia-hhh, vindee, priya-acted like my mum n got all d shoutings frm me-sorry, mansi n namita-n-shivika-though nt actively in Lakshya)
God. never gave thankyou's to soooo many ppl all at once n i did nt even win d OSCARS!!

guess its d HOLI hangover!! neways time to fasten d seatbelts all over again as exams once agn as our roadblock!!
college over for this session.. n was starting to feel d gloom of being widout my frnds.. jst den saw medhavi's blog's comments sectn.. n felt as if am back to d col union rum....
THANKS EBlogger!! wen i get d Oscar.. i'll dedicate it to u!!!!(sniff!!)

!!IDEA!!
a sudden thought popped in my mind today, when i was makin the solitary(sorry medhavi stole a word from u) way back to my place from saket.... thought i'd rather right it down somewhere.. only piece of evidence that i can actually think deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.
a friend is like that pair of our most comfy jeans... torn n tattered... not d onepeople envy u 4 dat awesome fit...n yet... d one u want 2 slip into after a hell of a day..even wear it out without expectin it to make u look good.... (no expectation) sayin wat d heck after all i'm comfy.. i'm home...
guess dats wat friendship is.. not xpectin nething out of it. yet simply cant do widout it....

y dis realization came to my mind??? no idea!!!! mayb just tooo much of an overdose of shaz, tani, pranki, neha, sona, n who else??? medhavi!!!!
hmmm.. guess i'd better stay aware... else i might just turn into a permanent bulb sumde!!

Soooooooo much happenin in life... still i sit down to write.... (after a ton of curses from vindee and medhavi) i have no words...(actually soo much dat i dont know which ones to write n which ones to filter out!!!!)
am still in the process of gettin my papers... so stillll not grounded... so am enjoyin my days before d doom!!!!!!
had a crazzy day today... instead of stayin at home n enjoyin life(read a nice slumber) went to south ex to HABIB's wid my friend... lured by the false hope of a free haircut!!
n wat??? as expected.... we went n ofcourse.. mission impossible failed...
so with dat.. we had one glass each of Bunta.. really funny for my friend as for her
Bunty(me) was havin a Bunta!!
well den wid one expensive haircut.... we came back sad n tired!!
gud adventure for a day!!!!
n again my mind has got a whirl of words.. no idea what to make of them... so i conclude...

A letter to God

One day when I was sad,
Thought everything in life
Was, is and will be bad.

Thought I couldn’t tolerate it,
I couldn’t bear with it,
Thought, I was done with it.

But then would I give up so easily?
Nay! I said to myself,
Not so easily.

Then what should I do?
Where should I go?
Whom should I tell it to?

I decided, and made up my mind,
I will write a letter
To the Almighty who is bound to be kind.

Started writing the usual stuff,
Hello! How are you! What’s going on up there?
Then thought whom am I going to bluff?

He knows everything already,
Don’t think His memory’s so poor,
Which needs a reminding about a little girl,
Who wants her life to go steady and sure.

But still I wrote,
With a neat handwriting,
And with beautiful quotes.
Only complaining,
That He forgot to take my care.
And day on and day off,
I kept on writing.

Page by page, line by line,
I started realizing,
My life was just fine.

Before I realized,
My letter became a book,
And writing down the last pages,
I decided to have a look.

Reading and rereading,
My worries and problems,
Seemed to me as nothing.

All the troubles mountain high,
Now looked small and insignificant,
And I could easily pass them by.

Now I knew,
That my letter had been read,
He had heard me,

And sweet dreams now lay ahead.

i know i know it seems repetative but had no choice... nuthin else to write n my blog now seemed stagnant to me... so a poem again... just to bring about a change....

n ya Christmas is here!!!!! (almost..)

so Merry Christmas to all!!!!!!!!!!!!

P.S. :- this was written by me when i was in class 10th all innocent n sweet

i was just getting tortured by me geography teacher when i felt like writing to God and request him to take her away.... well she did'nt go away but infact came right up to table!!!

so this is d story behind this letter... brings bak memories... mayb next time i'll write summore abt old times...

till den.. i stop d torture..