Why Does That Happen?

Found this short poem while going through my diary from last year.Sharing with you doesn’t hurt any,so here goes!
Why Does That Happen?

From all the time to once a week,
From meetings to emails,
From calls to texts,
Why does that happen?

From so close to secretive,
From acceptance to accusations,
From forgiveness to bitterness,
Why does that happen?

From understanding to confusion,
From laughter to silence,
From sureness to jealousy,
Why does that happen?

From love to indifference,
From caring to convenience,
From best friends to acquaintances,
Why does that happen?

Unwritten Memories

Eat, drink, sleep, work. The hundred banalities of a nondescript existence. Where is life when you want to describe it?
A request-can you all,for once,curse our education system?!
Here’s a small poem though!

All the doubts I never bared
All the fears I never shared
All the works I would never quote
And all the poems I never wrote.
All the stories that remain untold.
The narrative that is yet to unfold.
Your past and present, all that is hidden.
A half-portrait serendipity drew unbidden.

Those threads of conversations, this tapestry of our making;
From the start, we only wove this tableau of inevitable parting!

College Life-It’s Started!


Here are just some of the things I have been up to in the last one and a half months!Hope it brings back memories of your college days!


1.Physics test the day after.Everywhere you look you see tense faces.The first real test in college afterall!There are four of us in my room.Watching season 1 episodes of The Big Bang Theory.

6:30p.m.-Friend 1:”Chal yaar,come, let’s sit down with the books”

                   Rest of us:”After this episode,wait.”

8:30p.m.-Friend 2-“Oye,it’s 8:30 already,let’s study.”

                   Rest of us:”Let’s go down for dinner after this episode and then start,”

1:00a.m.-All of us(in varying tones and degrees):”Oh damn,it’s one already!When do we study?”

                   All of us:”After this episode”!

We  finally sat down in our tables at around 2.The test,you ask?Well,I managed to answer 16 marks out of 20,12 of them by my own merit!


2. 14th august.the day before India’s Independence Day.

 11:50p.m.-All the boarders come and start standing in the corridors.By ‘all’ I mean a few thousand.

     15th August.Independence Day

 00:00a.m.-Residents around the campus find their windows shaking and dogs barking as a collective roar goes up from the 1st year hostel.Wardens start running around and unruly patriots(!) are somewhat          brought under control 15minutes later even though odd cries of “INDIA,INDIA” persist throughout the night!


3.A Friday!

10:30 a.m.Break between classes.

Friend 1:”We must cut down on our expenses you know..We should stop going for films every friday.”

Rest of us:”You are right,let’s skip films for the next few weeks.”

12 noon.We are all watching the first day second show of Barfi! !

(And what a film it was too!)


4.Class in progress.

Someone cracks a joke that can’t wait.We go on laughing till the teacher spots us,or, specifically me!

Teacher:”You!Come to the board and explain what is Effective Atomic No.”

I look around,shuffle around and then,as if in great pain,say,”Ma’am,but I don’t know about E.A.N.”

Teacher:”And that’s precisely why I want you to come to the board!”

Duh,it will be written in the pages of history that I made a fool of myself.



5.After staying up late I wake up 10 minutes before classes start at 8.I am there in the classroom,by the time the teacher enters.I don’t open my mouth for the next 3hours.Not because I am deeply engrossed in what’s being taught,but because in the rush,I had forgotten about brushing my teeth!


6.India vs England match at the t20 world cup.I will let this photo do the talking!



And this is after we won the match!




Well,it doesn’t look like the fun’s going to stop anytime soon!

NOTE:Before I end I would like to share the link of my friend Manish’s blog who has recently joined us at WP.If straight,to the point talking and some beautiful poetry is your deal,then here’s where you go!

A Friend,An Achiever

This post is on a friend and how the saying “it is never over till it is over” is so true.
Speaking of adages,the photo takes it a step further from the very famous one we use,doesn’t it?!

Let’s not digress!
Ten days ago IIM Indore released the list of successful candidates who aced the interviews for Integrated Programme In Management.For the unacquainted,IPM is a new course offered at IIM-I only,where 124 of the countries brightest students are admitted each year after their +2 boards and come out with an MBA degree after 5 years.
My friend,as it happened,did not make it.She got a status of waiting list-15.Not many people would hope of still making the cut,especially when you are talking about an IIM.Neither did she.All hell broke loose.To say that she was devastated would probably be an understatement,and crybaby that she is,we had a tough time keeping her away from the tissue paper boxes!
Then again,when you come that close to living a dream,you can’t help but be devastated.

Cut to today,and she got a call in the morning that allowed her to jump up to the 99th cloud,don’t you worry about the 9th!
Yes,all hell’s broken loose again,she has made it!
Though there’s sadness that a friend would leave us,the moment we remember what she has achieved,all sadness goes for a hike up Mt.Everest!
Well done Eva !
Darned IIM grad,here’s wishing you an excellent 5 years!
Here’s a toast raised from all the friends you are leaving back in KIIT.
We hardly know each other for a month,and still get along so well.God knows where it would have ended if you had stayed back with us for four years!


Today’s post is special in the sense that I did not write it at all!
A friend of mine,and a frequent visitor of this blog is the one who has written this gem.After a long session of sycophancy and sweet-talk she has agreed to “think about” opening a blog at WordPress.That is,if this poem gets good reviews from you all!Read on,ladies and gentlemen;you know where to leave the feedback!


You were like an oil spill,
I was like the sea,
We were close, but did not bond,
You killed the best of me.

Yet if I could relive the past,
Delete, record, re-play,
I know I’d keep the parts with you,
Reliving every day.

I don’t want your pity,
Even though you left me dead.
You said that you loved me,
But you loved yourself instead.

I know you think I’m foolish,
That, I do not understand.
But this fool, will ever dream of love,
Building castles in the sand.