journalism at mop

A dawn of a brand new semester
And the last semester ever
Three years
Six semesters
Is all that an under-graduate degree can offer
What happens in those three years remains a big question mark?
When I look back
I still think
I am that little girl
Who screamed happily after getting her twelfth standard marksheet
But no..
It has been two years
Two and a half years
Since all that happened
We moved out of school
Came to college
A place which has taught each one of us so much
To share
To care
To love
To live
To be
It is now the beginning of the final semester in college
A life which I think
Is the best part of my life is actually coming to a close,
Sadness creeps in.
Thinking about friends
Just happiness creeps in.
A set of real good friends
Who have been with me
Through thick and thin
To whom I can talk my mind out..
Whenever I want
However I want
Yes,
There have been times of lameness
Stupidity
But,
It is all a part and parcel of life
One gets a little close
One moves a little far
We are all distant
Yet very close
Very very
In five months from now
We will all part ways
Then we will be far away
Yet close
Five semesters of togetherness
Is coming to a close
To break the ice was so difficult
And now
To part ways is going to be so so difficult
We never used to talk to each other properly
But now
The whole concept of groups is there
And also not there..
We all are real good friends now
Each one deserves a bow
The fun
The fun
The fun
The facebook group
The facebook chats
The video calls
The gtalk chats
The hilarious status updates
Everything is going to end soon
Very soon
Life will create its own way
For each one of us
At this juncture
Now, filled with mixed emotions
Each one will be deeply missed
By each other
I just hope we are all just like this
And stand for each other
Forever and
ev
eve
ever

The Marina Sands…
When I dip my feet
In that deep blue sea
My every worry
Flows out
When the water touches my feet
Its bliss
Every drop gives me the feeling of goodness
The waves are everlasting
Its divine
Like silver dust
The long stretch of sand glistens
The warmth of the sand gives me joy
When my feet goes into the sand
And the water over it
It’s wonderful
The sea breeze is chill
And the hot sun is almost forgotten
I look at the never ending horizon
And think..
Will water ever meet the sky?
I stretch my eyes as far as my sight can take me
But still …. the thinking remains
When I see the sun,
Looks like it is resting on the water,
And then slowly sets down
Deep somewhere
But where?
Im thinking..
The shells across the shoreline
Along the long sea shore
No two sea shells will be the same
Impeccable
So unique
Carved in a distinctive way
I think..
How has this been created?
By God Almighty
I think..
I think..
I think..

end of a semester - the worst time in life..

Again its that season of the year "ARGH", the time when all the teachers are behind you, asking you make submissions, internal component- blah blah, it is just so pissing off.

This is the only time of the year, that you never get a reply to any text you send.
this is the time when power increases- it this time when irritation building, misunderstandings increase terribly! it is this time when life goes- BLAH! BLAH !

life

Life
Is a strange thing
Really very!
It is so full of ups and downs!
Death- there is one every second
Birth- there is one every second
Will this whole cycle of life ever come to a close?
I’m wondering
How did this whole thing called life begin?
I’m still wondering..
I meet new people every day,
Sometimes, I think
Where were some people in my life?
Why have they not been with me so long?
Sometimes, I think
Why at all did I even meet this person?
Life
HaS so many colors,
Sometimes it’s really pretty
Sometimes it’s so gray
Life
Is crazy sometimes
Love becomes life sometimes
The garden of life is filled with so many flowers,
One blooms everday
One dies everyday