remembering my hostel days...

friends of all things in life, i believe few things are important n some are very important. n if i say that spending few yrs in hostel( school or college any1) is a part of the very important tasks list then none wud disagree wid me...
so keeping in mind the memoirs of college life spent in the hostel of TMDCRC i had written the following saga just b4 the farewell.... so read out, njoy n lemme knw too

HOSTEL DAYS

now it seems just like yesterday,
when we had come here to stay.
had to survive in this hostel now!
difficulties to be managed somehow!!

everyone thought we would stay and go.
when we depart none would feel low.
but strange enough this has been home
mesmerising like a bubble of foam!

when it has grown closer to heart,
we will leave on our ways and go apart.
when finally all strangers have come closer
life is going to throw its next dodger.

to depart after meeting is a law
life beyond would be very raw
all sweet moments will disappear!
birthday bumps wont ever be near!!!

hostel life is a very important fun
loads of smiles and frolic in tonnes!
it wont be easy, to leave and forget you,
dear hostel we will really miss you.

the days wont ever come back anyhow
remembering you we"ll always say wow
truly beautiful, lively and excinting life,
hostel days were the best days of my life!!!

my vocation....

frens all of us are into some or the other professions....
i m a dental surgeon...
we all as we grow aim to be someone.... desire to be in some work.... take up something as our profession as our vocation.... but not all of get what we desire.... i too had nvr thought that i wud become a dental surgeon someday.... but here i m ....
whether i m happy to be this or not...???
interested to know...??? just read the following poem n find out for urself!!!


MY VOCATION...

Like everyone i too dreamt as a kid,
To reach the heights, to break the lid.
No clear thoughts just an inspiration...
To have the best job as my vocation!!!

In the early years i wanted to be a STAR
Glitz,glamour, grandeur n cameras on war!
But in my genome God made a translocation,
Hence i landed up in my present vocation.

Growing up i observed my daddy's work.
Thought engineering is my dream work.
But somehow my designs didn't match God's!
My present vocation is the wish of the Lords.

When after High school, i read about " HER",
She instilled in me, an inspiration so clear!!
Reverend KALPANA made me desire for space,
But destiny planned different, as is the case.

Through twists and turns, i have landed here,
Reluctantly with this vocation i have to bear.
Never wanted to land in such procrastination!!!
But God had fixed for me my present vocation.

God thought he was throwing me in a dungeon?
But God! I am happy to be a DENTAL SURGEON!!!

another poem...

well frens... i hav halted the process for the story of rann shekhar.... coz i gotta tell that only when i get readers n their response....
for now there is another poem from my pen ...
plz update me bout ur response

falling in love

never had i thought...
that i'll evr get caught.
always considered it a trap!
fate tried but could never wrap.

i walked 'untouched', with pride
solemnly waiting for my bride
few cool breezes did try at me...
i was unfazed they could see...

i admit i did slip sometimes
but never before i heard those chimes
violins playing around my soul
my heart having the greatest fall.

if this is like falling in love...
it feels excellent and not a bluff!
i guess my moment of wait is here,
i must be bold and make it clear.

clear my throat and let her know;
kneel down and propose with a bow
in my life, i could never be more true!!
sweetheart; madly and truly "i love you"

so if you are pleased and if you can?
lets marry! you be the wife i'll be the man

a new poem i wrote

the time since i have been outta college, i have been missing all my frens so much that i just picked up my pen n penned down this saga of emotes for u all...
all my friends i need u

FRIENDS FOR LIFE...

I may not be a good runner,
Every bend in life is a stunner
so if i fall down and bruise my knees...
my friend be there for me please.

I may not be good at rhythms,
life is full of different tunes...
so if my keys are ever out of sync,
my friend don't let me cross the brink.

I may not be good with colours,
my life may get filled with errors...
so ever if i turn out a black sheep...
my friend lend me your shoulder to weep.

I may not be able to share my joys...
I may forget you in life's noise.
sweet life today may turn sour tomorrow...
my friend be with me in every sorrow.

I may never be able to say this,
you all' ve made my life a bliss!!!
your smiles can wipe away my tears...
your presence just kills away my fears.

so my friend always be there for me...
" Friends for life " is my promise to thee!

the beginning....

my story my way...
well dear readers this story is of a very simple boy. so simple that he cud nvr realize wat way his life is takin him. he was actually not born for his era... he belonged to the past... the royal era wherein he cud live his life the way of a prince...
this is the story of rann shekhar singh rana..... a boy born to a very adorable rajput couple in the hills of kumaon....
he was born on the 31st of dec 1986... unlike all of us this boy was born wid out a wail but a smile on his so cute n serene countenance.
every 1 wished that wid a birth so free of wails n tears the boy shud hav a life also free of them.
but can there be a life wid out tears.... no, actually to smile in life u got to shed some tears.
some people do so openly some do it in solitude away from the eyes of this world....
hence life of rann was no different.... actually it turned out to be a real rann (battle)... a battle against destiny's every blow to his wishes.... against a society which wanted to wash away his desires....
n did he win this battle the rann of his life....
we will get to know wat the battle was bout n how did rann fight this....
n aftr all wat happened in the end....?