Never The Way As I Liked You| English poem| Swagata Das

 You came to me with a rose in your hand

You treated me like a princess it was all so grand

You gave me the reason to smile again

A new story of my life began

You made me sing and dance in the rain

You made me run in life's race again

Your hands were there to catch me when I fall

You made me smile, I was happy, I had it all

Everything was perfect, so stunning and sweet

Never had I realised that someday you'll quit

Someday you'll leave me alone

And I'll be standing in the dark again on my own

You made me feel I was a nobody to you

The time we'd spent togather, I couldn't believe it wasnt true

I was thrashed inside, I felt cheated

As it was only you for whom I have long waited

My heart was hurt, was broken into pieces

Shattered were my dreamz, all my wishes

But with those broken pieces I still dare to love you

Although I know my name cannot be taken with you

The seat next to you is for someone else now

But you know I wanted it to be mine, anyhow

I know nothing matters now, not even my tear-shed eye

So all I do is share my pain with the cries of sky

Many may come and join the queue

The song of the road will continue

I may even like a few

But never the way as I likey YOU... ... ...

My sweet sixteen "new born" cousin| English Article |Nikhil Chandwani

An eighteen year old man 

Half asleep, waiting

Another number

 in the

long line of life.

Sitting this one out,

Beside a 15" long

Mac book screen

Bored and jobless.

replacing text books,

By

drugs,

neither cocaine, nor weed,

But the evil drug I intake,

' Facebook'

Another day,

Fighting love,

liking dull stuffs,

Faking laughter, that too loudly

(lol) on every stupid posts. 

another dead wifi,

Another time loss.

Your very own bed time story,

with a little twist,

Midnight,

God graced me with something new,

On the networking website of likes and shares,

I met a familiar ice cream.

Wtf! Am I drunk?

No, of course not,

vanilla!

Still indigestible.

Okay, I ll stop being cheesy,

A sweet sixteen new born cousin,

Yea, it happens on in India.

It was her, my cousin,

I met for the first time,

Facebook offered a cousin,(Ekta kapoor, use this plot for a 10 year long serial)

Maybe first time in it's history

(name me in the guiness book please, thank you!)

a two page history cleared out that she was indeed one of my family member(if I turn famous bi chance, you would have to mug this history up kids, haha wannabe :p)

And it all began,

Our journey of 10 years long bro-sister bond, nah

10 months long bond of respect and trust, 

Nope,

A 10 day bond of "hey, tell about you" quote.

lol!

So everyone writes stuffs like

"A sister is someone who respects you from her inner heart,

No matter how much she argues, she cannot be drawn apart."

But,

This is my story,

Met a new soul whom I have still not seen..

A book worm, green apple vodka addict(okay, just one shot addict, happy? :p), music enthusiast(proves, shes my cousin) that's all I know.

Cia.

Why do I love you |English Poem |Rashmi Jain

sometimes at night when i look to the sky,

i start thinking of you and ask myself why?

why do i love you??

i think and smile.

because i know the list would run on for miles

the whisper of your voice

the warmth of your touch.

so many little things that make me LOVE YOU so much

the way you support & help with my emotions

the way you care & show such devotions

the way your touch fills me with desire,

the way you love me with warmth of blazing fire.

LOST WITH YOU FOREVER IS THE PLACE WHERE I WANT TO BE WITH YOU

the way that i feel when you are by my side,

a sense of completion and overflowing pride

the dream,i dream all involve you,

the possibilities i see and the things we can do

How you finish the puzzle that lies in my heart

how deep in my soul you are the most important part

I could go on for days,

telling of what I feel.

But all you must know is

"MY LOVE FOR YOU IS TRUE...."

MORAL:love doesn't have any reason

The Shield |English Article| Neha Agarwal

(you’ll never understand, you’ll never know)

The world will look with scornful eyes.Its a needle.It will prick.It will hurt.

The past will stalk.Its a ghost.It will haunt.

Failure is inevitable.Its a dagger.It will stab.It will kill.

But I bear the shield(you’ll never understand.you’ll nevr know).

The shield is scattered with small pores.“You are those scornful eyes which prick like a needle”. You presume you will penetrate through the tiny holes.But alas!! you are wrong…You get helplessly trapped within them.

The shield is opaque* and it can camouflage.”You are the ghost of the past which stalks,which haunts”.But you,poor creature,are unable to locate me, for I am concealed by the shield.Haunted you wanted me to be.In turn,lost you feel.

The shield is tough.It is composed of the strongest metals.”You are the inevitable failure”,unaware of shield’s strength.You strike the dagger at me with a massive force…I remain unscathed but your weapon is rendered damaged.

And the feature I love the most…a secret I have kept to myself uptil now.*The shield is partially opaque or tranparent…you(the scornful eyes,the past,the failure) can strain your eyes but it shall all be vain.But for me its all so limpid…The trapped needles helplessly crying out for help,the ghost of the past still wandering in search of me and the dagger’s broken edge fallen on the ground.

A joy I feel…A joy you’ll never understand,you’ll never know.

Once,long back…I too was hurt.I too felt lost.I too was killed.

But today I stand,risen from my grave…

…Bearing the shield you’ll never understand,you’ll never know.

Thoughts to share | English Poem | Aruna Elangovan

Frozen thoughts,swinging emotions,

Confusion all around in motion,

Finding a heart to render one,

Down on paper by a pen.

Time passes but freezes for single,

No statue found for that to mingle,

Sway from side to side no one best to find,

Not a mind,not a soul just so kind.

Nine by nine masculine on earth,nor a woman's tender,

No individual to understand more than the gender,

Thunderstorms,hurricanes and whirlwinds twirling around,

Could one single heart in the throng hear the sound??

Weeping,pondering and yelling in agony,

Until vision turns red and pump mahagony,

Destruction and construction take turns,

Nothing or something is what one from this learns.

A MeltDown|Photo|Haymanti Saha

 This tiny dew drop was enough to prove  T.S.Eliot's "Preludes"wrong.

By Haymanti Saha

Being me|English Article |Feelings| Saloni Shah

By Saloni Shah

It is either too easy or too hard to understand the term being me. you must be thinking that I am already me what does it takes for me to be me, but if you ask me you are wrong. It takes a lot for you to be you to be you. Just try to remember the last time you did something what you wanted to without asking anyone or may be without thinking what mr.xyz would think about you if you do that. I guess most of us are not even able to remember the last time. And for those who are able to remember just give a second thought was it really that not even once you did you think about anything else. Why can’t we do what we want I mean who made these barriers of good and the bad the dos and the don’ts the thing what is good according to me may be the same thing is wrong according to you so then who has the right to decide the difference between the wrong and the right..leaving apart a few things which are called as crimes other than that how is it possible for anyone to decide what is right and what is wrong… it’s just about being yourself. It’s very true that “man is a social animal” but still it’s hard for me to understand the social barriers. The difference between man and a woman the rich and the poor or may be Hindu and Muslim the known and the unknown. You yourself think don’t you think differently for these people, people have different perspective for the same thing done by a man and the same thing done by a woman. Can’t we see a person as a person leaving behind their gender, caste, nationality and just judging them by what kind of person they are? The day this discrimination ends the world would be a better place. And every one wills b the person within them. So go ahead and find the you inside you...

Lord KRISHNA with RADHA | Sketch | Anivel Sambasivam

Radha's LOVE

By Prof. Anivel Sambasivam

Love... relationships..!!... what is it..?? |English Article| Feelings |Dhananjay Chandak

(Click on the photo above to know more about the writer)

By Dhananjay Chandak

Well this is my first writing. In this I have written about relationships n love n what can one do to be happy in a decent way. I just tried to put up my perspective towards love, relationships, etc especially for the guys n girls of my age group that is from 15 to 21. Have fun reading. Suggestions for improvement are always welcome.
Now a day’s there is a common thinking in the teenagers or the youth in our country about the relationships which we have during this particular age. Recently I came across a very strange question from many people around me, the moment they get to know that I have got a girlfriend the friend thing they ask is-
                                                 “ARE YOU SERIOUS OR JUST TIMEPASS??”….
Now my point is how anyone can get serious with a person they met some time back. I mean u need time to get to know them properly, figure out the compatibility between both of them….in short there is a lot more to it. In the start of any relationship everyone is casual most of the people won’t agree to this fact. According to a research it takes more than a year for anyone to fall in love with someone around them. And even if you know that person very well what’s the surety that if you both get into a relationship, it’s going to work perfectly fine, there is none.
But now a day’s what we hear is somewhat similar to this-
“Dude I a saw this girl the other day from smother section in our school/college, I know for sure that she is the one for me, I love her a lot.”
You got to be kidding when you say this. I mean there is nothing called 1st sight love (at least I believe so..!!).
My only point is that guys n girls aged between 15-21yrs are going into depression n such related problems because of all these “heart breaks, betrayals, ditching, back stabbing, etc…the list is long…..” they get attached to that person so much emotionally so much that they think that guy/girl is there life with him/her there is nothing possible in their life. This basically is not true. All these lines such as
-I will die without you
-he/she left me now m not able to study, etc
Are just our excuses to run away from our responsibilities, nothing else. I mean what if he/she left you? You still have your parents, sis/bro, friends, etc with you. No one dies without some person from their past life. It’s just that, one blank space is left in our mind n heart which can never be filled by anyone else. And yes many us are afraid to get into the relationship because we have the fear of heartbreak n all. I mean you are just entering few of those beautiful years of your life, which you should enjoy limitlessly n have fun, that time you say that no I can’t he/she is not in my life. You are just 18/20 whatever may be the age it’s just the start of our lives. There is a lot for to come ahead of us. I don’t think this is the age for us to get serious with “relationships” part of our life. Rather we should concentrate on our talents, studies n most importantly enjoyment. Because these are the memories we cherish in the future.
As I said above many of us are afraid about the relationships thing these days, many say that its headache phone calls, dates, restrictions n all. Well I say any relationship is based on your understanding about your partner. In every relationship both should have their personal space (it plays a major role). Restrictions should be there, but then only those which are not said yet followed. Understand you partner, there needs from the relationships, expectations from you. Always be clear, frank, honest to your partner, it never causes any problem.
There is one more angle to the relationships, especially to the serious ones. Why don’t we put everything into the picture when we think about getting into a life time serious relationship with someone??? Things like our parents (will they like it??) your partners condition (financial, family, everything), just love between 2 people is not enough to survive in this world. We need to think about all this. How can anyone possible forget about their parents while thinking about one of the biggest decisions of their life?? It’s because of them; you are able to have him/her in your life. At least we should have the dignity to respect them for that. And one more thing a personal request cum advice or suggestion if in life you come at a point where you have to select your parents or partner, always select your parents. Because no matter how harsh they have been with you in the past, in the future when you need, they will be there for sure no matter what. It’s an irony that this being one of the most important factors we need to think during getting into a serious relationship, it’s the only one mostly ignored these days.
My suggestion from my past experiences, till 20yrs of your age just enjoy don’t get into a serious relationship, go out on DATING. There is nothing wrong in that. As a matter of fact even 2 friends can date each other. If u go by the proper meaning of a date it’s just “a guy n girl spending some nice quality time together not necessarily they be in any kind of relationship”. And yes, after 20 you can think about finding the one for you. As far as I can say this is the best way I was able to figure out of “NOT GETTING HURT”.
That’s it for now....!! Adios...!!!
Dedicated to someone really special..!! 
-JAY CHANDAK

Mother Teresa | Mother of Love | Sketch| Anivel Sambasivam

MOTHER OF LOVE

By Prof. Anivel Sambasivam

Sometimes|English Poem|Swagata Das

Sometimes, I feel that there is no life when you are not with me.

 But sometimes its just enough to know that you are still there.

Sometimes, I feel, if love is not there than there is no meaning to it.

But sometimes, having friends is enough.

Sometimes, you become the person I want to hate the most for all the tears that fell.

But someties, you are just the one who has made me smile with just a glance.

Sometimes, its not about relationships that couldn't survive.

Sometimes, its not about people who culdn't stay.

Sometimes, its just about the simple ways of  being with someone.

Because ... complexities will be there in life as long as relationships exist.

But its US who who has to look past them and just be happy with whichever situation we have to face and smile.

Child Krishna playing with Nagaraj |sketch|Anivel Sambasivam

god is one but in different forms and different names    

By Prof. Anivel Sambasivam

MEMORY LANE | English Poem | Swagata Das

She sat on the bench of her old high school,

Playing the memories in her mind like the needles play with wool.

The table at the front, where the teachers used to stand,

Giving boring lectures, that had no end.

The black board out there was still same black,

And still were the marks and all those cracks ... ... ...

The 1st two rows filled with the genius of the class,

As they stated to take notes and teachers remarks.

The next two were of those who would always stare,

But she rarely saw much of them to be there.

And lastly came the rows with the gang of those ten,

Seven boys and three girls, together hell and heaven ... ... ...

The life that was hers for all she knew,

The life that gave her the precious stones in dew.

The life where she wished to go back and live again,

The life with those ten she dreamt to be the same.

A lot of time passed, people left on their ways.

But no one came close enough like those shining rays ... ... ...

And now she sits on the same last bench again

Going through routes of the beautiful memory lane ... ... ...

I HAVE NOTHING TO FREAK | English Poem | Sneha Drolia

I HAVE NOTHING TO FREAK...

I have nothing to speak,

My poem is just a freak,

For ppl who cant trust my face my face for meak,

"its me who has written it"I speak...

I claim in a shrieak,

For those who find it greek,

All these are my heart's lyric,

I have no trick to mould,

They who all are are just like brick,

& think that I am a geek,

Its(moulding) not as simple as doing double click,

May God give them a mental streak,

& then they might believe,

that a new challange is out within a week,

Yet i say i have nothing to freak...

The pirate ship ride| English| Article| Feelings| Neha Agarwal

27th DECEMBER, 2011.........Owing to the christmas,new year week,the amusement park in the city was terribly crowded.Choosing the rides on the basis of the shorter length of the queues,we were finally left with “the pirate ship ride” as our last one.


Following the principles of inertia,the ride began its motion.I was enjoying,laughing,in flow with the increasing pace of the pirate ship.The ship was gradually moving higher and higher,but my laughter,had suddenly,died.I was no more interested in the ride.At that moment, something else fascinated me more,it was…”the world from the pirate ship ride”.


Everytime the ship moved skywards,I would gaze at the people scattered in the park.Families wandering about,children engrossed in random chasing games,colourful candies being waved in the air.I somehow began loving the crowd.Because of the distance,I couldn’t see the smiles but I could feel that they were happy.Everyone seemed to be happy.It appeared as a “perfectly happy world”.


Everytime the pirate ship descended downwards,my focus would drift from the multitude below to the people in front of me…and in this case I could see the smiles too.Three rows in front,amongst which I could see two of them..only the ones facing the direction opposite to mine.Kids in the nearer row were screaming at the top of their voices,cracking silly jokes and…in no time I found them bantering with my brother.In the farther row I could see love in one of its most pristine forms.While the lovely lady kept expressing her fear,the man by her side kept reminding her of his presence,and the comfort the lady felt was indubitably visible on her face.


The ride began slowing down.I did not want the ride to end.I did not want that “ideal world” to disappear…a world without tears and miseries,a world where one doesn’t need reasons to smile and laugh,a world where one doesn’t really need to know a person,judge him before deciding on sharing a few joyous moments with him,a world dominated by love.But…my wants were simply unreasonable.The ship soon came to a halt.My brother waved “goodbye” to his ephemeral friends and we then headed towards the exit of the amusement park.


Hardly had we stepped out of the park,when my brother ran towards the balloon seller on the other side of the road.While he was busy solving the conflicts in his mind regarding the shape and colour of the balloon he wanted to buy,I was being welcomed back to the “real world”.An ice cream peddler and the balloon seller were arguing.The balloon seller had no further space to shift his possessions and the available area was insufficient for the ice cream stall.They best understood each others need but they had their own responsibilities to fulfil first.“Real world”…a world of need,a world of struggle…“need of survival and struggle for survival”.

My friends | English Poem | Namrata Gupta

     By Namarata Gupta

I look at the stars on every night

I go through them with all my might

to search for a friend

who could walk with me till the end...

I found no human, no mind,

to listen to me and to be  kind...

I was always let down,

whomever i trusted in this town...

everyone hated, everyone betrayed,

noone to care, noone to share,

all think i m so stupid

but what can i do for it...

They don't understand my feelings,

so they don't care for it...

All are selfish, all come for gain,

nobody thinks for my pain...

My heart is all broken,

now there is no token,

for any feeling, for any desire,

now they will never get sapphire,

to enjoy over my pains...

My only friends are those stars,

who reads the sorrows and the fire in my heart...

We are the best companions now,

We would never leave each other anyhow...

But every relation has some distractions,

they are the clouds who take away perfections...

They are so dark

that they prevent all the spark,

which is a sign of warmth and message,

that gives us joy and then we pack our baggage...

I have to sleep, they have to leave,

but still our relation is so deep...

We don't talk, we don't walk,

there is a sense of understanding, we share with each other,

i never speak, they never show,

we just look each other and exchange the feelings...

The difference is of more than a few miiles,

we dont care, we just smile...

Friends dont differ,

they are the joy of river..

When the morning comes,

they go to their mother,

me in hell, but still so well...

coz' I know we will meet again,

if there is no rain,

we will share the pain...

KOTA's ANTHEM | Hinglish Poem

KOTA's ANTHEM............ 

I WROTE THIS POEM WHEN I WAS IN KOTA PREPARING FOR JEE....

HOPE U ALL ENJOY MY MISERY.........

 Chehre pe hai khushi, par dil me hai gum. 

AAKHIR PATA NHI KIS BATCH ME GIRENGE HUM............

labon pe hai hansi, par aankhein hai nam....... 

AAKHIR PATA NHI KIS BATCH ME GIRENGE HUM............

Padhta tha main ab tak,mujhe aisa tha bhram......

 AAKHIR PATA NHI KIS BATCH ME GIRENGE HUM............

 Ab na bachi hai ijjat,na hi hai koi sharam........ 

KYUNKI PATA NHI AAKHIR KIS BATCH ME GIRENGE HUM........ 

par ranks ki is race me shayd ye bhul gye hain hum........ 

Ki chahe kuch bhi ho,aakhir insan hain hum...................

 FIR BHI PATA NHI JAANE....KiS BATCH ME GIRENGE HUM...........

‎The "REASON", Rekindled | English Poem

Born in this world,

Everyone has some causes,

Watch the omens, take the hints,

Realise what your purpose is.

Those who face the odds,

And walk their path of thorns,

Will always be remembered and retold,

As the golden Pawns.

For those who paid no heed, those who left undiscovered

The purpose of their life ,

Anytime they look back, rewind

Will face a trembled heart and a trembled mind.

I was a soul-case(an individual)

Belonging to the second kind,

A small child, a young brat,

Visionless and blind.

Proud at short-lived glories,

Developed a haughty nature,

Until one day I overlooked,

And fell into a crater.

Realization occured, glories lost,

What false notions I had!

The stone turned soul inside me regretted,

I knew, I did nothing to be glad.

The pit was large, no one for help,

I was all too sad,

Sitting on a shaky rock,

I knew, 'I' was all I had.

I had the zeal, I had the flame,

To try and climb up the wall,

Confident in myself, I tried all ways,

But everytime I'd fall.

New resolutions, new ignitions,

Nothing for long was held.

Whatever I tried, however I Tried,

It all could just not weld.

It'll be end of this phase of life,

I'll do something, to myself I said,

But successive losses, consecutive failures,

The flame in me was dead.

The days passed by, the years passed by,

The pit for me grew old,

My habitual space, my confined space,

For me, it had all silver and gold.

Then someone called, I finally saw,

My head towards the dark skies,

Like a bright star, a radiant light,

A pair of deep, brown eyes.

I looked at them, the time stood still,

Gravity was no hold.

A silent heart, a piercing gaze,

Melted the stone turned soul.

They rekindled up the put off flame,

The extent which I could not contain,

I lost my sleep, to find a way,

No care for drudgery and pain.

Block by block I pave the path,

Several times I fall,

I get up again, I have my faith,

No stopping now at all.

I come out and everyone sees, 

It matters no more,

I have a Reason, The deep, brown eyes,

A Reason for the heart's core.

To find them here, to get to them,

It is tough I know,

Out of my reach, up in the skies,

However far I may go,

I follow them up in the skies,

The eyes are far as stars,

I'll just climb up and always try, try to reach those eyes,

Because....

They're now the REASON of my life.

ITS TYM 4 ME TO SAY GUD BYE | English Poem

remembering the day we first talked.......

remembering the day,together wen we first walked............

i love u a lot,but dont know why.....................

its tym 4 me to say gud bye......................

remembering the day wen we first quarelled.........

remembering the day,at me wen u first yelled...........

i love u a lot but dont know why............

its tym 4 me to say gud bye................

i cant forget the love dat u gave me.............

i cant forget the name dat u gave me...........

i luu a lot,but dont know why............

its tym 4 me to say gud bye.................

thanx 4 being dere wid me always...............

thanx 4 bearing my idiotic demands in dose days....

i never broke ur trust,and i cud not even lie............

but dont know why....................

its tym 4 me 2 say gud bye...............

its true dat i wont forget u ever......................

its true dat i will always b ur lover...................

with my throat choked,and tears rolling down my eyes.........

wishing u all d best wishes in d world,i m saying u gud bye..........

YOUR INTERNSHIP YOUR INSITE OUR STATS | IIT IIM NIT BITS VIT

INTERNSHIP NOT ONLY PROVIDE U A INDUSTRIAL SITUATIONAL CHALLENGE BUT ALSO GIVE U A SCOPE OF WHAT UR EMPLOYER EXPECTS FROM U




FOR CLOSE TO 80% OF STUDENTS , THE WORK EXPERIENCE THEY GAINED DURING INTERNSHIP MADE ALL THE DIFFERENCE. Mentoring, work culture and the stipend paid came only secondary.
An online survey conducted bywww.internshala.com, a portal set up by alumni of IIT-Madras and IIT-Mumbai, has revealed that the students expect to contribute at the place of work they intern.
While the internship culture in India is still at a nascent stage, given most institutions in India do not require their students to complete internships during their course, the study was an attempt at understanding the requirements and satisfaction levels among students post-internship.
The survey revealed that for about 70 per cent students, the mentorship and guidance provided at the place they were trained in added value to the programme.
The work culture came next, with 65 per cent students saying that the work environment at the place they interned at made a difference to their learning experience. Stipend was of least importance to most students, as only less than 12 per cent students believed that financial rewards mattered at the time of internship.
In another survey, the respondents were quizzed about the satisfaction levels among students, after their internship stint.
The responses with respect to most factors including quality of work, mentorship, work culture and brand were similar. Close to 30 per cent or more students said they were unsatisfied after they were trained in an organisation. And 30 per cent students seemed happy with the stipend they were paid.
A total of 507 students took part in the survey. While 78 per cent of the surveyed were from engineering background, 18 per cent were from MBA and the rest four per cent had Social Science background. Around 42 per cent of the respondents were from premier engineering and MBA (IITs, NITs, IIMs, FMS, etc.) institutes.