Exam time and masti!

Heyy this is exam time… Doesn’t that sends shivers down the spine of most of us?? Well but we IIITA students manage our selves really well during these stormy days and the week before too… want to know how??

Well starting with the girls hostel… people busy asking for notes and catching buses to get it photo copied all the way from KATRA! Well this is what happens here night n day… not even for themselves they get the work done for the better halves too ;) Well I think I should not better comment on that !!:)

And yes, there is a marked difference between the period before and during the examination which goes almost like this… before we sleep with books kept besides and us and during those uneasy days we sleep with book in our hands or on our face…!!

Though some rooms like those of the toppers remain untouched by this but almost all fall in this category…. NO NO we do study but that’s not continuous we don’t take breaks while studying but we study in breaks!! ;)

Now that doesn’t mean at all that we don’t get good marks…I didn’t say that at all… its just that we by chance happen to study the same question as that planned by our teachers for the ‘D DAY’ or perhaps happen to have a look during our grueling 3 hrs at some one more luckier at guessing teacher’s mind! Hope you got me!!!;)

Wondering about the masti I mentioned in the title… well let me define ‘masti’ first: Its what we do for fun and pure entertainment…so you got me right on this well, studying in groups munching whatever we can get hold of and running to the canteen to have a sip or two of the coffee… This schedule goes not only for the girls hostel but also the inmates on the CC2 lab which is the home of our batch. Though hated by many for its infrastructure and location but yet a great hang out place for some…

This the bottom line though we get a bit more serious in the eve of exams like DBMS and DCO! They scare uslike hell…So much to be done in so less time oh god help us survive in respect during the result time!!!

So this and much more lies in the word EXAM for us B2k7sss.

Heyy People pour down your frustrations regarding exams here in the comment box or by mailing an article to 2k7.blog@gmail.com.

TARUNA GUPTA

HEART OF INDIA LIES IN THE VILLAGES!!

AMAN GUPTA

MOTHER NATURE: MAN WAS BORN!!

Love is strange

(VIKAS DEV -> 1/COS C)

My love is beautiful,
My love is strange,
I have watched my love,
dancing in the rain,

I stood alone there,
and i stood still,
the time was lapsing
I couldn't feel.

She was dancing like an angel
innocently in da dreamland,
Unaware of me who was watching her
keenly to carve her out of sand,

I watched and watched
without a blink;
It seemed that,
if I was having a drink;

Feeling myself
tossed to her breast;
With my arms ,
wrapped around her waist ;

We wavered with the
cold breeze in the moonlight,
danced like daffodils,
splendid was the sight;

We were together
till the dawn;
I donno then,
where she had gone..

I woke up in the morning
and realized it was a dream
I cant stop myself
and moved towards the stream.

In search of, which I know, I could never find;
but still my heart says, go for another time.
and still my heart says,
"may be ur search is searching u"
so go for another time...
as u hav done love and not a crime ?

now i realized that love is like a mirror
which never loses its ability and whose
ability increases when u try it to shatter.

it is true that evrything is fair in love and war;
but i will prefer war over love,
as one either lives or dies in war,
but one neither lives nor dies in love;

still love is mystery,romeo & juliet tells us the history......

JALAJ SAYS....

JALAJ JAISWAL

CHAI BABA CHAI..... DO RUAPYE KI CHAI

(Aram Bhusal)

Tea!!
What does this beverage tell you? Well for me it is an escape from the very tasty lunch in NSC which makes sure that we repel each other like similar magnetic poles!!
But what is so special about a cup of tea which we get in the tea stalls of Allahabad? The tea that we get in glasses which are half dirty... Having those sour n sweet biscuits... or those cakes (I love the cakes)... or the bun-butter in which we get a full quarter of butter... yuummmmmmmyyyyyy
What is so special in these tea stalls that they seem to be an escape from all wordly sorrows?
Well for me a holiday in Naini means goin to the tea stalls in front of Naini with my frens n having tea and samosa... It is here that u can find the stem to latest rumour ,to the latest review, to the best comments ,to the discussion of the next week quiz... These tea stalls are the medinnah of creativity... For me i decided to create this blog in one of these tea stalls only, sitting idle with Devesh... Then we proposed the sections n now u can see the outcome...
Tea is my refuge from the tension of approaching mid-sem to the head-ache of programming... Tea is the balm wich can be applied to broken hearts and broken hopes... Tea is the excuse over which fights can be resolved.. Tea... Tea...
Now tea is Chai
Do rupaye ki chai
Ek cut chai...
Chai is what mom makes when dad returns home... Chai is wt we rely upon in all rail journeys n chai is the backbone of success... There is achai behind every successfull man (Which is backed by the chai bananewali!!)
;)
So all dukelas go for a chai n see what chai is all about!! :)

TARINI SUNIL

(The auspicious)JAI HANUMAN GYAAN GUN SAGAR!!

समय (GOLDEN POST)

(Devesh Srivastava)

वक्त कभी न रुकता है,
हर पल वह आवाजें देता है,
हम फीर भी साथ न चलते हैं.

जो पल से कदम मीला कर चलते हैं,
वह मंजील को पा लेते है.
वक्त हमारा शीक्षक है,
हर पल वह शीक्षा देता है.
इन अनुभव से हम
आगे बढते जाते हैं.

वक्त हमारा मीतर हैं,
हर पल वह खुशीयाँ देता है.
हर पल - हर मुशिकल में,
वह साथ नीभाता हैं.

वक्त कभी न रुकता है,
हर पल वह आवाजें देता है,
हम फीर भी साथ न चलते हैं.
रो-रो कर जीवन यापन करते हैं

मीत्रों की टोली को आगे बढ़ते देख,
हम आहें भरते रहते है.

वक्त कभी न रुकता है,
हर पल वह आवाजें देता है,

हम फीर भी साथ न चलते हैं.
हम फीर भी साथ न चलते हैं......................

Dastaan revisted(the busy monday)

(Ankit Jain)

People say that I have a strong love line but with no affair. That seems to be true for me only .i.e. from my side only.

But in addition one more thing is happening that ‘that fellow’ whom I am trying to forget is repeatedly irritating me.

‘jaane phichle janam me kya paap kiye ki aaj mujhko ye sahana pad raha hai’.

On Sunday evening, I went to the lawyer (server room) to submit the application for divorce.

But he didn’t considered it instead started shouting at me as if the mistake was in me.

‘ki tune apni kabra khud khodi hai, ab mar ‘

He said maybe ,she might have got angry.

You must ask one of your friend to bring her back to have a happy ending.I told him that they,too, were like me.So he asked his most trusty and experienced guy to tell me how to make your wife happy. But this fellow deceived me. On Monday(25th),when another midsem approached, she was there in her earlier mood. I was wrong again I failed to read her mind at night when she was not with me. she just convinced me at night and cheated me not in the morning, but at the last moment. This time linux crashed when the system was open.

‘pata nahi mein har bar kisi na kisi ki bat mein akar use har bar kopche mein lene ki koshish kyun karta hoon’.

Lekin ab aap hi batiye ki how can I fill this grave? Why I was tied with her?

Who is that fellow who took my wife’s heart?

Dayan (chudeil)! ab thik to ho tab bataoonga ki mein kaun hoon.

But one more thing that I am not the only one who thinks that when his wife is going to leave her .On Sunday ,when I told that I am going to submit ‘my wife’ my friends too joined me. I was extremely happy that I was not alone… DUKELE SAVDHAN!!

Jab tak ending happy nahi hoti, tab tak woh ending nahi hoti… iska matlab DAASTAN abhi baaki hain mere dost………

LINES IN IIITA

(Varun Jain 72)
"And damn it...I am again in the midst of this crap ...one more bullshit line".Well the only faithful ties which we all have made after having come to IIIT-A are its trademark lines.Sleek and serpent like, they are omnipresent.Some of these patented line formations are zigzag whereas some are L shaped and on certain highly rare occasions may be straight(as they ought to be)Right after having come to our senses by the din and jostle of our chirkut neighbours we find ourselves in the midst of the line to the toilet.You all know the out of the world experience of smelling the perfume emanating from the faeces of our friends.And if some brave soul does withstand this turmoil then he 'll find himself fighting against all odds to make a vent in the bathroom queue.In case if he by God's grace manages to come out in time then he will have to make his way out through one more bullshit line to have his breakfast.The commando training in this really assidous and dexter art is provided under the able guidance of Shukla bhaiya(our bus driver).And some of our real experts accomplish this rare feat holding breakfast in one hand ,an bag in other.I bet IIIT-ians can provide much better training to our military in troop formations at the front.And this is just the tip of the iceberg.The real test begins at NSC,where right from classes to toilets from library to the mess we do experience lines of all sorts.Our lecture halls are classical examples of last in first out principle.Not only they but also our mess does show the funda that makes all our ICP/DFS logic to fail(the guy who is inserted in between comes out first...gotta do research on it)However the creativity in these line formation vanishes when they culminate with official events(26 th Jan or 15 th August).In those testing times they out of nowwhere metamorphose into a linear structure.However some of our line experts do break this monotonocity of the humdrum of life/line.Lines in short have become an intricate and probably unseparable part of our life as IIIT-ians.Lest assured one day they will be made the mascot of our prestigious institute and probably we 'll get a place in the annals of history for helping in the advancement of these historical lines.Now c'mon guys/gals hurry up else you 'll miss one those lines....:-> :-> :-> :-> :-> :-> :-> :->....

“Meri dastaan”

(ANKIT JAIN )

The story started right from the first day when I was added to this institute.

Legally,I was allotted a system with no cpu it was very strange for me.(mujhe kya malum tha ki vo mere liye nahi bani hai).

Then after a fortnight or so reallotment was done . I was happy that bloody system has at last caught hold of me .’chalo us bevde se picha to chuta’.I got a new ‘mast’ system in working system. One day it too went into comma as if the system was not meant for me.

It was a good ‘jhatka’ for me just two days before midsem any how I managed to work on another but it was not the END it didn’t die but again back to my life as if she didn’t love but being a wife she was forced. This was around endsem system was awarded as momento to me. I decided to give divorce .But I was very ‘sidha –sada’ honest , innocent baccha so sent her to hospital(‘jhalwa’).This time ‘after endsem’ system came opposite to my expectation . Now it came to flirt me. But in the end of Jan she engraved its own grave I again managed to take it back to his 5 senses . But my effect last only an hour or so .Her crush was someone else.I ,too ,decided to get her back .I used to install linux on it almost every day and the next day it used to vanish . May be she was not satisfied with what I fed .Others, ‘my batchmates ’ too tried to satisfy her but they too in vain. So on 21^st feb ,when 14 had gone (if this would have happened before I would have proposed a new one),I did what I decided before.So again I am back where I was, alon e in ‘talash ’of somebody. ‘Gumshuda’ are ab to iski aadat pad chuki hai ab to jeevan korakagaz lagta hai. Ek pyar kiya aur vo bhi ‘kopche’ me nahi le paya.

Those were the days...

(ARPITA AGGRAWAL)

They say write on that, which is close to your heart... that, which leaves an indelible mark... that, which you cherish forever...

"We had joy, we had fun,

We had seasons in the sun,

But the hills that we climbed

Were just seasons another time..."

Opening the treasure-chest of memories, I pick out some of my most cherished moments and realize that most of them have one thing in common – they have my school-friends in them – people who I love a lot, who form an integral part of my life, who play a major role in my evolution as a person. People without whom I would be at sea, to whom I run to at the hint of slightest trouble, with whom I share my joy and sorrow, without whom life wouldn't have been the same...

Lounging around for hours at 'Mint', being chucked out of 'Cafe Coffee Day' for making a racket, having to run away from a restaurant 'coz we broke a filled glass and ruined the tablecloth, being checked by the waiter for bringing the roof down even in the food-court, haunting the streets of Hazratganj, talking at full volume on 'censored' topics in 'Pizza Hut' and realizing after an hour, that we had people staring at us as if we had just escaped from the zoo... hooting and going berserk whenever a hunky actor appeared on screen at the theater, bunking classes at school to sit and chat, dancing on the tables in the Physics lab, dancing to the tunes of Jungle Jungle baat chali hai and kaat khaye bichchu in the sports field, throwing everybody in the sand pit, taking piggy-back rides on each other, ordering more and more food at 'Pizza Hut' 'coz this really cute-looking guy was serving us, finding 'olive shirt' and 'cream cargo pants', falling for this real cute IIM–Lucknow guy who was conducting a survey at the Mall, going to 'Mc D' and eating Mc Aloo Tikki and iced tea every time we met during vacation, 'coz after meeting up daily this was all that we could afford... Must say that 'those were the days...'

Going back to my room is a strange feeling - as if I am suspended in time... Everything is just like it was two years back... the picture of all my friends stands adorning my bedside. 'I (really) ride high when with (them)' as the photo frame says. The 'Winnie the Pooh' poster still stuck to my bathroom door assures me that '(they'll) be there for me' come what may. The 'Archies' carry bag, in which they gave me the gifts, still stowed away in my drawer, the teddy sitting where it always sat, reminds me of all those times, which are now a part of the past – a part of my life, which was undoubtedly the best...

YOU....!!!

(SHALINI JOSHI)

Moments shared with you

Will live as long as long I will….

Love loved with you

Will stay deep in every corner of ma’ heart…..

Songs of life Sung with you

Will mingle in ears….

Life discovered with you

Will guide me the light…..

Path walked with you

Will show me my way….

IN THE END……

I just have to say ….

To my beloved…

Stay …..Stay there for me

Coz you light ma’ world

You make me complete...

You add colours to ma’ life …

You stay in me…..and

I LOVE YOU…..!

Naini Rocks!!

(ARAM BHUSAL)

!!"NAINI"!!

This word is enough to remind any iiitian of freedom, joy, masti and everything that seems to be synonymous with fun.
Most of us in Naini hostel never thought we would have such a joly time in such a place!! For us Naini was like a dark night mare but with the passage of time we saw the truth... Naini had become a part of our existence... The Naini bridge told us of the vast body of knowledge on which we are travelling... By saying travel i remember to mention our trips from NSC to Naini... It would be a mixture of sleepy snorers and the noisy chatterbox.... We do still curse the travel time from Naini to NSC but it has also opened to us new oportunities to enjoy!! For us the trip to Naini is sometimes the most exciting part of the college day as it will have the naming ceremony of many guys and it is a place where we sit together n chat to infinity.... The radio in shukla's bus or the open windows at last the bus leaving NSC, give us some of the most peaceful and fun filled moments....
But alas... within 2 months we will be leaving Naini for the main campus...
So guys why not make the most of our time at Naini... Lets make the most of our stay to Naini...
Why not celebrate the spirit of Naini????
Lets bring back the zeal for masti n after the mid sem lets plan for something hot n happening in Naini...
2k7 rocks and so does Naini....

PRAYAAS - a step to light the lamp of knowledge...

(Sakshi Rastogi)



“I couldn’t study as my parents failed to afford it...”
In our country India, there are innumerable such kids who have not attended school for some or the other reason. They are unknown to that fun and enjoyment which is priceless for us, that sharing food which mom prepared for us, getting scolded together for a small prank, going to picnic together, exchanging views, hanging around with friends, attending birthday treats and what not. That heavenly enjoyment and that feeling of safe and secure present will be indescribable.
There are some who not even have a slightest idea of what it feels to be learning together and sharing that knowledge which they are their rightful owner being the citizens of the secular country.

If we spend some time from our lives to cater to their needs, of a person to light the lamp for them and show them the way to knowledge, it should be our pleasure. We should be proud of being associated to such a pure and useful organization that has been instrumental in bringing about the significant change in the perception of some of such unlucky kids towards knowledge. Kindling in them the desire to study, to do something meaningful in their lives is what it aims.
PRAYAAS, it’s the teamwork of some people amongst us who took the initiative to work for the benefit of such kids who need a proper guidance under which they can spread their wings and learn to make a flight in this busy world, where none is bothered for the losers!

With this promising note I wanted to introduce to my batch mates, an effort which we have to carry forward, yes it’s the organization I am talking about…the ultimate example of
“Selfless help.”

The students of IIITA have been working in this since past three years and have been successful to a large extent. This requires you to give your time to the kids who come willingly to study in the KV school just besides the boy’s hostel at Jhalwa. They just need your time and whole hearted devotion so that, at least they also compete with their rich counterparts and be successful in their attempts.

Giving an hour 5 pm to 6pm in a week is sufficient for them and nothing for us. The task is to be present with a desire to make a big difference in their lives…to show them the PATH.

ASK ANYONE

Ask your query regarding any topic...
It will be answered by our batchmates or experts!!
It can be about programming or any subject....
just leave ur questions as comments to this post

LIFE IS GOOD

(Tarini Sunil)

Life is the most beautiful gift that God has bestowed upon us though some of us do not acknowledge it.
Life gives us the opportunity to make friends, to love others and to be loved by others. It teaches us how to co-operate and adjust with others. It teaches us to believe in others, in ourselves as well as in abstract things like God. It tells us what emotions are, what feeling are. By helping others, being one with them in their sorrows we get one step closer to God.
But now we should climb the wall and look on the other side which is full of sorrows, grief, anguish and deaths. Where the children are using their parents as initial steps of their ladder of success. Seeing people kill each other, kill nature, using others for their own selfish motives I think even God would be regretting and saying “Why did I do this!”
So life can be good as well as bad depending on how you perceive it. So on which side of the wall are you?

Birthdays...on demand.

Friends,
Get ready to celebrate each and everyones birthday!!
So what are you all waiting for??
Just post a comment to this post giving your name and
your date of birth (DON'T worry....only the month and date).
Then you will soon get the Birthday List on this blog...
Hurry...the faster we get the inputs the sooner you get the birthday list.

Life...

(Tarini Sunil)
Life is good, life is bad,
It is the newest experience you ever had,
It gives you joys, it gives you sorrows,
Principle of ‘as you sow so shall you reap’ it follows,
It is our luck to be our human being,
But it is an honor to be called a good human being.
So a little of your co-operation you give,
To make the world a better place to live.

Bounty Hunter

PEN SKETCHING!!

Transformations

(Tarini Sunil)

Initially my life in IIITA was like hell,

“Please stay there “every now and then my mom would tell,

I was like a little bird that had been thrown out of its cozy nest,

So that it could move ahead and clear its flying test,

I felt as if I was in a sanctuary trapped and chained,

Every moment seeing new birds around my heart pained,

But slowly I started feeling as is Yes! I am one amongst them ,

Not an alien who did not know where it had come,

And that I could also spread my wings and explore the world.

Varun Jain 72

CHAK DE !!!

Tarini Sunil

speechless!!

लक्श्य

(देवेश श्रीवास्तव)सूरज की कीरणों से मीलता है
जीवन का लक्श्य,
और अँधेरे
हो जाते है लुप्त.

होना है गर हमको
सफल जीवन में,
जगाना होगा सूरज जैसा
भाव मन में,
डुबाना होगा इस धरती को
अपनी जगमगाहट में.

प्रक्रित हमारा पग-पग पे
वीश्वास जगाती रहती हैं.
पर हम तो मूर्ख प्राणी अग्यानता
की खाई में गीरते जाते हैं
और आत्मा की सच्चाई को
ठुकराते जाते हैं.

हांसील करना हैं
गर अपना लक्श्य,
समझना होगा आत्मा
की सच्चाई को,
तभी अँधेरा होगा लुप्त
और उज्जवल भिवष्य
होगा हमारी मुट्ठी में.................

Dard-e-Dobre

sahi waqt ka intazar bemaani hai,
waqt ne kis ki na ki gulami hai.
U to mauke hote hai bahut dil aazmaane k,
par fir bhi us manzarf k liye betaabi hai.


khuda ne ki thi kyun ye shararat,
jo de di khaatoono ko soorat.
u to khuda ne ki koi na meherbaani thi,
par dedi surat jike liye ye ruki ye zindagani thi.

My LoV3!!

(Aram Bhusal)

As I look out to the rainy storm,
I can see it assuming my heart’s form.

The clouds are big, wild and dark,
I run to the open for the hark,

I want my heart to shout it out,
So the seedlings of hope may explode and sprout,

The hope that the messenger of my love,
Which I see as pure as dove,

May come and spread her arms to me,
From beneath the mountains, clouds and sea,

To take me to that peace and calm,
Come by me and be my balm!!

Just 4 U Sweetheart !! :)

Ravi Meena!!

Really Unexpected!!
Enjoy!!

ऐसा क्यों होता ह:Something Unknown

(By Someone like RITESH SINGH)
जीससे प्यार हो उसी से दील टूट जाता है.........

जीसे अपना समझो वही हमसे छूट जाता है..

दूर रहने वाला हमे हमेशा छोटा दीख्ता है...

ये सूरज भी तों हमे हमेशा अकेला दीख्ता है...

उसने भी कीया होगा ये स्ब और सोचा होगा ....

ऐसा क्यों होता है ऐसा क्यों............................१

लोग डरते हैं अपनी गुल्तियाँ जताने में ..

ज़ींदगी काट देते हैं केवल अपनी खूबियाँ बताने में..

दूसरों की खामीयां ही तों ताकत है उनकी..

इसिलिए वक्त नही बीगाड़ते वो दूसरों की ताकत बढाने में..

मेरे मन में यह सवाल बार बार उठता है...

ऐसा क्यों होता है ऐसा क्यों..............................................२

यह दुनिया है या है कोई मंच नाटक का ..

कहॉ कब कैसा नाटक आ जाए हमे कुछ नही पता...

हमे तों पता उनके मुखौटों का भी है नही...

लेकिन कभी-कभी ,कहीं-कहीं,कोई-कोई .....

एक ही मुखौटे में आता है वही जो बाद में पछताता है.....

पर ऐसा क्यों होता है ऐसा क्यों...........................................३

हर ख्वाहीश कुबूल नही होती........पता ही होगा

हर ख्वाहीश कुबूल...मेहनत की कमाई भी हमेशा उसूल नही होती......

अरे ये तों बस कीताबों में लीख्खा है,सच्चाई तों ये है .....

जीतने वाला तों जीतता ही है ,हार के भी कोई - कोई इंसान जीत जाता है....

पर बात ये है की ऐसा क्यों होता है ऐसा क्यों................................५

हर माँ - बाप अपने बेटे को जान से ज़्यादा चाहता है ....

दीन रात की मेहनत से कैसे कैसे पालता है.........

उसी में से ज्यादातर बेटे उन्ही माँ बाप की जो इज्ज़त करते हैं वो सबको पता है.....

अगर नुही पता तों ये की

ऐसा क्यों होता है,ऐसा क्यों होता है................................५

खामीयां तों सुब्में होती हैं कीन्ही की पता चलती हैं..तों कीन्ही की छिपी रहती हैं......

आज़ाद को दाग लगा तों दुनीया ने उसे कैसे ठुकरा दिया...

और भूल गए की दाग तों चाँद में भी है ......

खैर हो सकता है दाग उन्ही के भुलाए जाते हों

जो ऊचाइयों पर होते हैं ,यही सोचकर उसने सब्कुछ सहा, सुना और सोचा....

ऐसा क्यों होता है ऐसा क्यों.......................................६

मैंने आप से पूछा है ,आप चैन से मत बैठना ...

पता लगाना ,आप भी गुनगुनाना आप भी पूंछना......

आप भी पाओगे ऐसा क्यों होता है...ऐसा क्यों होता है ...

न जाने क्यों होता है ....न जाने क्यों होता है...................???????????????

What is Valentines Day?

(Nikhil Raj)

hi frnds,

this is ur coool frnd,wishing all of u a coool n beautiful valentine's day n i wish, 4m now onwards.......

"the one who is close to u,becomes closest to u"

so.....its valentine or love that makes d air hot.but love and hot....kuch jama nahi yaar,kyun hai na.i think love is soft and as cool as a butter scotch icecream.it is something that has countless feelings.it is as pious as our ganga(the river).it is d 1 thing in life that man longs for and strives for,and,in many cases,more than nything else it can be d hardest to find……

shayad u all pak gaye yaar,bahut philosophy ho gayi.so,coming to d point.yaar for me………………….

My family have always been my 1^st valentine,

Then comes my lifeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee………….

And,now is…..(no.. no…no)or would be or would nt be the 1 abt whom u all eager to know. Frnds,truly saying, I don’t know what it is? but when I think of her(hey…. Wait..wait….,don’t be get so much excited)mujhe” kuch kuch nahi hota hai”.

Haan its true that my heart says,kuch to hai.then my mind says nahi yaar bakwas hai,then finally my heart says, beta Nikhil kuch to hoga jaroor…………………dekhte hai.wish me luck…….till then jaisa main sochta hun…..

Pyar karoge:-pareshan rahoge

Shaadi karoge:-sharabi banoge,

Divorce doge:-devdas banoge

Humse dosti karoge:-bindaas rahoge

Once again 4m d core of my heart;

HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY………….

Ever urs:

Nikhil cool raj

ONLY FOR YOU

(SHIKHAR GUPTA)

IN MY LIFE

so many skies for you,
have you ever seen them ?

IN MY MIND

so many thoughts for you,
have u ever read them?

IN MY HEART

so many pains for u,
have u ever felt them?

IN MY EYES

so many dreams for u,
have u ever dreamt them?

ON MY LIPS

so many songs for u,
have u ever heard them?

IN MY SORROW

so many smiles for u,
have u ever laughed with them?

IN MY MIND

so many passions for u,
have u ever touched them?

IF NOT

THEN THIS MAY BE THE DAY,

TO SEE,

TO READ,

TO FEEL,

TO DREAM,

TO HEAR,

TO LAUGH,

& TO TOUCH,

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How 2 Propose a gal!!

(Sumit Kumar Pathak)

Everything in world is alike
no one has an extra limb or head with a horn
A baby be it a boy or girl looks beautiful
Until he/she grows
then why do u look different
from others to me and then
why do i feel my heart to be beating hard
when i see u
why does my heart request time to
remain constant till i tell you the feelings
which i have
why do i feel like(saying to you)
your eyes are deep as ocean
your lips are petals of rose
your voice are drenched in nector
your posture like goddess in heaven
thats why
i appreciate you
i like you..

Ah!! My Love

(Mr. X)

I Love a girl
Who's always with me..
I Love a girl
Who's always with me..
But to meet Her
u need to look within me.

Every look of HER
is still present there,
Every charm of her
Remind U(my love) everywhere..

I do remember HER ELEGANT eyes
As deep as flowing river.
I do remember HER ENCHANTING voice
As Melodious as Winter weather..

I do remember how i spiffed
whenever I went round Ur home
To see U once
And Watch Ur Gloom..

I do remember that Ecstasy
That Mesmerised me on Ur look..
and also the Sorrow I got......
When came to konw(that)Ur not in my LIfe's Book.!!

I do remember that sight
That Drenched my Heart
I do remember that smile
U gave when we did Depart.!!!

Now it has been years
Since I met U
But Music of Ur presence
Is Immortal lik Graceful Hue..


Still Ur Memories are mine......
And at HEAVENS I m gonna CELEBRATE this VALENTINE....

SILVER JUBILEE POST

(Bounty hunter)

dil ko huaa hai dard par ashk nahi gire.

mitadi hain saari nishaaniyaan,

par unki yaad nahi bhoole.

toote huye dil se kya fariyaad kare,

unke liye jo iss dil ki mohabbat ko n samajh sake.



shaan-ai-khudaa ki kya tarifh karon ,

fhalak se tujhe jo utara hai.

teri khobasurati ki kyaa tarifh karon,

sangemaramar se tujhe tarashaa hai.



pyaar ishq aur mohabbat labz nahi,

ye ehasaas hai jo chu k guzar jaate hain.

ehasaas zaoori is zindagii k liye,

jo jeene ke makasad chhod jaate hain.



kamal khilte hai har subah k baad,

chaand khiltaa hai har saanjh k baad,

khudaa ke karishme ko kya kahen,

teri yaad aati hai har saans k baad.



dil ne dillagi se dosti karli,

jo na chaha tha usi se bandagi karli.

khote mere wajood ko pahachaan dede,

payegaam mere dil ka javaab dede.

 

Marriage Miracles

(Vinay Polisetti)

Before Marriage - - -

Boy: Yes. At last. It was so hard to wait.

Girl: Do you want me to leave?

Boy: NO! Don't even think about it.

Girl: Do you love me?

Boy: Of course! Over and over!

Girl: Have you ever cheated on me?

Boy: NO! Why are you even asking?

Girl: Will you kiss me?

Boy: Every chance I get!

Girl: Will you hit me?

Boy: Are you crazy! I'm not that kind of person!

Girl: Can I trust you?

Boy: Yes.

Girl: Darling!

After marriage - - - simply read from bottom to top

The Naini Pitch

(Aram Bhusal)

Hey guys and gals!!
This post is for the hottest spot for lovers: THE NAINI CRICKET PITCH (used for cricket weekly and used 24x7 by lovers and dukelas).
Well there are other exceptional guys who love the wall and the others go to the tree behind the canteen...... well if i start counting the locations we will run out of space... This means that MOST OF THE BOYS ARE COMMITED TO SOMEONE OR OTHER..... This means that most of the boys are in gloomy mood as they are away from their love...
Well talking about the cricket pitch... It has been leveled by the footsteps of lovers who talk for hours on the phone.... We have a record of 4 hours on pitch (limited by motorala battery) continuous chat on the phone and a record of 6 hours from their room (Nokia battery).... So you know how hopeless lovers we are.... Well some boys have good guts and have tried the gals hostel (we are sorry to disclose this).... Well love is in the air and cricket pitch is always in love with the boys talking like gals on the phone.....
So i request the cricketers to respect the pathetic lovers and appreciate their contribution to publicize the pitch AND LEVEL IT....

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY

ANAND RATN (GEM OF C BLOCK)

A LEGEND!!

DUKELLA ABHINAV

JAANAM SAMJHA KARO!!

AMAN GUPTA

SHADOW OF TRUE LOVE

DUKELA ABHINAV

SALI TU MANI NAI!!
KABHI TO MANEGI!!

FOR AKELAS

(Devesh Srivastava )

वो आंखों से आंखें मीलाना मेरा,
वो हया से पलके झुकाना तेरा.

वो खिलखिलाते हुए मुस्काना तेरा,
वो देख के बहक जाना मेरा.

उन सीसकते पालो में
बाहों में सिमट आना तेरा.

उन उदासी के पलों को
खुशी में बदलना तेरा.

वो उमंग भरे नैनो में डूब जाना मेरा.
वो तेरी हर हरकत का किव्ता बन जाना मेरी.

न जाने क्यों रूठ जाना तेरा,
वो यादों में दील भर आना मेरा.

फीर लौट आ ऐ मेरी ज़िंदगी में
मेरा हर पल इंतज़ार कर रहा तेरा.

Valentine!!

(Mr. X)

How Can i say
How much I Love U..
How Can i say
How much I Love U..
It's only The FEELINGS
That can Reveal U!!

You're Like The Wind Of Winter,

Shivering My Mind!
You're Like The First Ray Of Sun,
Falling Behind!!

You're  Like The Leaf Of Summer,
Flying Away!
And I running Behind,
To Catch U my way!!.

You're Like Chirping Of Birds,

Freshening my Heart!
As Pure as White,
Sparkling so Bright!!.

Your Lips Like Petals Of Rose
So Soft And Sweet!
You are Like Godess,
Presnet Within me!!

N Wat More To Say
You're So Cute And Nice!

That U're Just Like U
GLEAMING in my EYES........ 

Myth Vs Reality

(Varun Jain 72)

As the mirror unveils
The truth that it reveals
Is a paradox so intricate
Seems like it has been fabricate
Betraying the notions
Free from the shackles of emotions
The domain of which remains infinite
Unfathomable though it is but aptly petite
The threads of siblings intermingled
Interwoven to make the fabric of life
Deceptive perception guides
B'coz what we assume reality has in fact a different light
The difference is so slight
But its impact is what is might
The reality of life is myth in which we reside
And we are in search of the truth that reality hides
And when the truth is realized
What we assumed myth turns out to be reality penalized
That is the beauty of life
The reality of the myth of life

/*the background of the poem:
When we seem our image in the mirror then the image that it reveals is true as well as false.The comparison of reality and myth of life is compared here with the actual person and the image which the mirror unveils.Our image is free from all the shackles .It can take any shape any form...It is infinite and unfathomable(gotta c urself in barbers'shop where the mirror reveals u layer after layer...reflection after reflection).Myth and reality are here compared as siblings b'coz they accompany each other in every aspect of life.The deceptive perception here is termed as the decisions of life that we make which though at the instant seem to be right but in the end turn out to be a myth.This is the beauty of life...Here it means that the image that the man was visualizing is his trueself and he himself is in fact a myth...*/

VALENTINE'S DAY

DO YOU FEEL LOVE IN THE AIR??

ARE YOU FEELING THE BUTTERFLIES IN YOUR STOMACH????

IS YOUR HEART SKIPPING TO TELL SOMEONE SOMETHING???

WELL HERE IS YOUR CHANCE:

GRAB IT GUYS AND GALS!!

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