Posts Tagged ‘Seperation’

As the golden day passes by…
My urge to see you makes me cry…
Cruel sun… shines harsh on me
And evenings are on what not to be
Midst of all what makes me see
Your buttery eyes the joy for me
From morning seven to evening nine
More tears roll down but I am fine
Why is it so difficult for you to feel?
What’s inside me and urges u to appeal
They make me crazy I try not to see
Your buttery eyes d joy for me
I know it well I’m not the one for you
That day will come which ends blue
Am I deaf or blind to see?
What’s shouting within n wants to get free
Or is it you who’s binding me…
Your buttery eyes d joy for me
The questions are more and answers few
That black in me grew and grew
All those ugly shades of colour
My spirits getting as more duller
What only puts me on and on
Is the melody of your hearts chiffon
My only thing and hope of glee
Your buttery eyes… The joy for me

Abhishek Kumar
Sir Padampat Singhania University,Udaipur

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Posted: December 27, 2011 by Ankur in Daily Quotes, Writes...
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The scariest thing about distance is that you don’t know whether they will miss you or forget you…


Its all about getting SIGNALS…

Posted: December 24, 2011 by Ankur in Writes...
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Love… The most beautiful yet the most painful thing that happens to one. It happens on its own .we don’t even come to know when it starts. You don’t even realize and your life is changed .for good or for worse dats the latter part. The fact lies here is that u have no control over the things that happen.sometimes u just keep wondering and fantacising about ur dream man (p.s.-all the girls must have admired or dreamt of thier prince charming ,they being in their perfect ballgroom dress and he in a tuxedo or whatsoever), but u never get a chance to do so. Coz u never knoe when he enters ur lyf, it might be when u r in ur ill fitted T-shirt and sneakers or doing the craziest thing on earth without realising that u r being noticed by the man of ur to recognise him is the main question that looms before us!!

What will heaven’s bells start ringing when he comes or will he send some signal (as signal is sent in economics to solve the problem of asymmetric information with one person knowing more than the other,perhaps this shows the writer has had quite a good amt of dose of economics), well not drifting apart, life isn’t a srk flick or a typical ‘Chetan Bhagat’ novel where everything will come to happy ending, where the blue sky will automatically start giving signalz of its own, where even a hard rock floor will get slippery making the heroine fall straight away into hero’s arms and yup how can we forget the background music without which the scene can never be complete…

Where no matter how many twists and turns may be but hero will at last come back to heroine. But all of this is just fictional. Reality isn’t the same it never rains when u want to, we never land up in his arms coincidentally. However hard we may try, well in some unfortunate cases two people living together for such a long time don’t even come to know when they start loving each other; sometimes its just a matter of seconds to realize dat he is the chosen one bt sometimes it takes years…

But isn’t the other person supposed to wait or at least give the other person a second chance rather than ridiculing her in public or making her an object of public mockery. I fail to understand how can it be possible when the person whom you loved so much just become the person whom you abuse in front of your friends and who you insult in public. Although the person is wrong or maybe slow enough to get the so called signal but dat doesn’t imply u can go on n just… I wish life was a movie where at least u were certain that the hero n heroine will reconcile at d end where the heroine wouldn’t have to live in fear of never being able to find her hero!!!

PA 😀

A Journey I wanna’ Pen Down…

Posted: December 12, 2011 by Ankur in Writes...
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I have been travelling in train for ages and everytime I travel, I wish “some cool thing” happens, but I always end up in one or more family people around me, a marriage party troop travelling around us making noise and talking or a newly married couple with their 3 months old baby crying all night or a old man and women unable to walk, asking me to shift to thier birth and so on….

Every time a guy travels in train alone, he always wishes that he gets a good “accompanist”, and that too if its a girl to talk with, it would be great… great in every regards may be….

And for past three months, the travel has gone up by many a CHENNAI- COIMBATORE – BANGALORE route. Pugalur, a town near KARUR is the nearest station to my grandma’s house; has small railway station (where train stops only for two mintutes or so)…

My train MANGALORE express to chennai was at about 7:20 pm in the night. Being quite lousy by nature, I managed to reach station at about 6:30 PMDue to electricity, there was no power in the station and things all around were dark. I was standing in a small queue at enquiry counter to enquire at what time, would the train arrive ? And there “SHE” stood in front of me with her mom asking where the coach S3 would stop.

It was raining too heavily and the chilness was felt in the air. I too was wet, as I was dropped at staion in bike by my cousin. Dressed in white legging with a green salvar and a similar white ‘dupatta’, she was really great and gorgeous. With a little kajol and hairs tied, she was neither fair nor dark by complexion with a gold chain (or covering) around her neck and yes, ear ring too.

The way she spoke TAMIL too was that typical tamil spoken in ERODE, sALEm, COIMBATORE area with lots of respect in every word she uttered. She was having one back pack kind of stuff and another small bag in her hand.

Train came, we all boarded and it started… To my utter surprise, I too was put up in same S3 and i was just praying that mine shoule be near her seat. Later I was told in train by TTE that seats in RAILWAYS for TATKAL ticket has some quote for each station, because of which all our seats were together. My seat number was 30 ( Upper Birth) and she had two seats, one lower birth (for her mom may be) and the other upper one, exactly opposite to my birth. I was totally freaked out. I didnt know what to do, but I neither had guts to talk with her too.

Her mom spoke with me, asking if I too was going to Chennai and I replied yes. She said , she was going to her brothers house at chennai for the first time. Taking further I got to know that she was studying 3rd year in KONGU ENGINEERING COLLEGE, ERODE. When they said that they were going first time to chennai, the story of ‘engeyum yepothum”, a new tamil movie about a girl in chennai flashed in my mind.

Her mom offered my IDLI and SAMBHAR, which they had packed from their home. I refused to eat, convincing her that I had already had food at my grand mom’s house. She was telling her about her family and stuff and luckily they too happened to be “KAUNDS @ GOUNDER”, which in my subcaste in HINDU Religion.

Lights inside the train were put off and people were to sleep, she was having a mobile in her hand and was texting someone at night( about 9:30pm). I wondered is she was already committed… It was becoming cold and as always rain water was flowing inside the compartment, ( we all know the condition of INDIAN RAILWAYS).

I slept……… and at about 1:00 am I got up as I did not have a bed-sheet and was shivering. It was too cold, Tamil Nadu has never been so cold. she was still awake and starring at my face…

Luckily she seems to have noticed me shivering and unable to sleep and she asked me if I was feeling cold and said that she had a spare bedsheet with her, she offered me one-which she took out from her bag. I did not even think and immediately accepted the bed sheet, pulled over me and continued to pretended to sleep.

In the process of pretending to sleep, I slept deeply. It was about 5:30 Am in the morning, and train had reached that TAMBARAM area- through which enters the Chennai. I generally get down at MAMBALAM STATION and dont wait for the train to reach egmore- which is the terminating station of MANGALORE EXPRESS.

But this time, I made it; to get down at EGMORE STATION. We both had by that time become friends. On getting down at the station, some person had come to receive and as we got down from the train at the EGMORE station, her mom introduced me to thier relatives. They too asked me to which area in Chennai I belong and what was i doing . With a bye and a thank you, they all left. I was just wishing her to turn back at me and smile.

And guess what…? It happened…. She turned back at me after walking few steps and smiled. I knew such scenes happen in movies, but never knew it would happen in my life too. I still wonder where that girl is now and what she is doing now. All that I know is her name is “………………”, studying 3rd year engineering in KONGU, ERODE.

With a hope to see her some day again…

Kumaraguru Loganathan