Silence Kills, Speak Up

Silence can be deceptive. Speak up, you may never get a chance to say what you wanted to.

25th Sept.

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Forgot to mention dat 25th sept has been one of the memorable days....because of this year's dandiya nite....and the last year's bday party of Himanshu !!

well both the days we really enjoyed with our heart out.Hope this continues.


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It was the first Fog of the season.It was as exciting and romantic as the first Love.Cutting through the fog on the bike i could feel the little droplets kissing my face and few of dem surrendering on the spectacles.It wasn't dat chiil outside but rather pretty pleasant since it had been too humid for d last week or so.Looking through the poor light was like looking into the eyes of the the most beloved one.It was really romantic n i hoped i could jott down my thoughts there only.Peeping through the window i could only see nothing .It had a beautiful effect on the surrounding all around.Waiting for the winters to start n take everything into its cover.
Well this was something unexpected.Fog was never on the cards for 25th Sept.But what was on the cards ?
It was the DAY (rather evening ) all had been waiting for.Many preparations had gone into for this particular day.Marketting,Make ups,Mehndi and all dose stupid things had kept the gals busy since two three days.(bt to tell u d truth dat kept the guys really excited for the day) It was DANDIYA NIGHT 2006 - The last one for us at college. So many plans had been made to make this a big day n a memorable day.
And finally it was evening.Had a complete blast. enjoyed to the max.Had the coll tempo going all along the show. Just amazing n the best thing about the evening was we the guys were busy giving complements and the gals were quite happy n ambitious to get some more.U knw Dil Mange More....waise we too did let their expectations down. Well everything was so colourful and beautiful. Just was one of those days when u can never think of a single piece of sorrow at ur door.If at all there were any den they were not allowed to creep in and just kept at the door step waiting till tomorrow comes. Photo session was one of the best ones we have ever had. Special treatment by the management(Sastry Sir-Placement Officer,Baidyanathan Sir) and the faculties (HOD CS - M.N Das Sir) for the final year made the day memorable.Special song for final year and the way things went on with the feeling dat This Was It.Now its time to say adiue. But didnt have any second thought in the mind except having fun.
The Dandiya Sticks,the songs,the photos,the tempos,everything are so special dat i can hardly part from dem.They will keep reminding me n of course all in the friend circle of the greatest ever moments of the lifetime.Can we have any such day further in future life ?
can we b so carefree and dumb ?
can we b so callous to the reminder to get back to respective hostels ?
Can we ever get back to past ?
Cant we have a rewind button in life ?
cant we capture each moment n each feeling ?
cant we have more ?
expecting to hve more of such events in these few months....but yes we wont b thr thereafter !!

Mail from Mrs.Sudha Murthy

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I personally find this article very inspiring. Small sentences can give so much help to how life should be handled. Please read it.

It was probably the April of 1974. Bangalore was getting warm and gulmohars were blooming at the IISc campus. I was the only girl in my postgraduate department and was staying at the ladies' hostel. Other girls were pursuing research in different departments of Science.

I was looking forward to going abroad to complete a doctorate in computer science. I had been offered scholarships from Universities in the US. I had not thought of taking up a job in India.

One day, while on the way to my hostel from our lecture-hall complex, I saw an advertisement on the notice board. It was a standard job-requirement notice from the famous automobile company Telco (now Tata Motors). It stated that the company required young, bright engineers, hardworking and with an excellent academic background, etc.

At the bottom was a small line: "Lady candidates need not apply."

I read it and was very upset. For the first time in my life I was upagainst gender discrimination.

Though I was not keen on taking up the job, I saw it as a challenge. I had done extremely well in academics, better than most of my male peers. Little did I know then that in real life academic excellence is not enough to be successful.

After reading the notice I went fuming to my room. I decided to inform the topmost person in Telco's management about the injustice the company was perpetrating. I got a postcard and started to write, but there was a problem: I did not know who headed Telco.

I thought it must be one of the Tatas. I knew JRD Tata was the head of the Tata Group; I had seen his pictures in newspapers (actually, Sumant Moolgaokar was the company's chairman then). I took the card, addressed it to JRD and started writing. To this day I remember clearly what I wrote.

"The great Tatas have always been pioneers. They are the people who started the basic infrastructure industries in India, such as iron and steel, chemicals, textiles and locomotives. They have cared for higher education in India since 1900 and they were responsible for the establishment of the Indian Institute of Science. Fortunately, I study there. But I am surprised how a company such as Telco is discriminating on the basis of gender."

I posted the letter and forgot about it. Less than 10 days later, I received a telegram stating that I had to appear for an interview at Telco's Pune facility at the company's expense. I was taken aback by the telegram. My hostel mate told me I should use the opportunity to go to Pune free of cost and buy them the famous Pune saris for cheap! I collected Rs 30 each from everyone who wanted a sari. When I look back, I feel like laughing at the reasons for my going, but back then they seemed good enough to make the trip.

It was my first visit to Pune and I immediately fell in love with the city. To this day it remains dear to me. I feel as much at home in Pune as I do in Hubli, my hometown. The place changed my life in so many ways. As directed, I went to Telco's Pimpri office for the interview.

There were six people on the panel and I realised then that this was serious business.

"This is the girl who wrote to JRD," I heard somebody whisper as soon as I entered the room. By then I knew for sure that I would not get the job. The realisation abolished all fear from my mind, so I was rather cool while the interview was being conducted.

Even before the interview started, I reckoned the panel was biased, so I told them, rather impolitely, "I hope this is only a technical interview."

They were taken aback by my rudeness, and even today I am ashamed about my attitude. The panel asked me technical questions and I answered all of them.

Then an elderly gentleman with an affectionate voice told me, "Do you know why we said lady candidates need not apply? The reason is that we have never employed any ladies on the shop floor. This is not a co-ed college; this is a factory. When it comes to academics, you are a first ranker throughout. We appreciate that, but people like you should work in research laboratories."

I was a young girl from small-town Hubli. My world had been a limited place.

I did not know the ways of large corporate houses and their difficulties, so I answered, "But you must start somewhere, otherwise no woman will ever be able to work in your factories."

Finally, after a long interview, I was told I had been successful. So this was what the future had in store for me. Never had I thought I would take up a job in Pune. I met a shy young man from Karnataka there, we became good friends and we got married.

It was only after joining Telco that I realized who JRD was: the uncrowned king of Indian industry. Now I was scared, but I did not get to meet him till I was transferred to Bombay. One day I had to show some reports to Mr Moolgaokar, our chairman, who we all knew as SM. I was in his office on the first floor of Bombay House (the Tata headquarters) when, suddenly JRD walked in. That was the first time I saw "appro JRD". Appro means "our" in Gujarati. This was the affectionate term by which people at Bombay House called him.

I was feeling very nervous, remembering my postcard episode. SM introduced me nicely, "Jeh (that's what his close associates called him), this young woman is an engineer and that too a postgraduate.She is the first woman to work on the Telco shop floor." JRD looked at me. I was praying he would not ask me any questions about my interview (or the postcard that preceded it).

Thankfully, he didn't. Instead, he remarked. "It is nice that girls are getting into engineering in our country. By the way, what is your name?"

"When I joined Telco I was Sudha Kulkarni, Sir," I replied. "Now I am Sudha Murthy." He smiled and kindly smile and started a discussion with SM. As for me, I almost ran out of the room.

After that I used to see JRD on and off. He was the Tata Group chairman and I was merely an engineer. There was nothing that we had in common. I was in awe of him.

One day I was waiting for Murthy, my husband, to pick me up after office hours. To my surprise I saw JRD standing next to me. I did not know how to react. Yet again I started worrying about that postcard. Looking back, I realise JRD had forgotten about it. It must have been a small incident for him, but not so for me.

"Young lady, why are you here?" he asked. "Office time is over." I said,"Sir, I'm waiting for my husband to come and pick me up." JRD said, "It is getting dark and there's no one in the corridor.

I'll wait with you till your husband comes."

I was quite used to waiting for Murthy, but having JRD waiting alongside made me extremely uncomfortable.

I was nervous. Out of the corner of my eye I looked at him. He wore a simple white pant and shirt. He was old, yet his face was glowing. There wasn't any air of superiority about him. I was thinking, "Look at this person. He is a chairman, a well-respected man in our country and he is waiting for the sake of an ordinary employee."

Then I saw Murthy and I rushed out. JRD called and said, "Young lady, tell your husband never to make his wife wait again." In 1982 I had to resign from my job at Telco. I was reluctant to go, but I really did not have a choice. I was coming down the steps of Bombay House after wrapping up my final settlement when I saw JRD coming up. He was absorbed in thought. I wanted to say goodbye to him, so I stopped. He saw me and paused.

Gently, he said, "So what are you doing, Mrs Kulkarni?" (That was the way he always addressed me.) "Sir, I am leaving Telco."

"Where are you going?" he asked. "Pune, Sir. My husband is starting a company called Infosys and I'm shifting to Pune."

"Oh! And what will you do when you are successful."
"Sir, I don't know whether we will be successful." "Never start with diffidence," he advised me. "Always start with confidence. When you are successful you must give back to society. Society gives us so much; we must reciprocate. I wish you all the best."

Then JRD continued walking up the stairs. I stood there for what seemed like a millennium. That was the last time I saw him alive. Many years later I met Ratan Tata in the same Bombay House, occupying the chair JRD once did. I told him of my many sweet memories of working with Telco. Later, he wrote to me, "It was nice hearing about Jeh from you. The sad part is that he's not alive to see you today."

I consider JRD a great man because, despite being an extremely busy person, he valued one postcard written by a young girl seeking justice. He must have received thousands of letters everyday. He could have thrown mine away, but he didn't do that. He respected the intentions of that unknown girl, who had neither influence nor money, and gave her an opportunity in his company. He did not merely give her a job; he changed her life andmindset forever.

Close to 50 per cent of the students in today's engineering colleges are girls. And there are women on the shop floor in many industry segments. I see these changes and I think of JRD. If at all time stops and asks me what I want from life, I would say I wish JRD were alive today to see how the company we started has grown. He would have enjoyed it wholeheartedly.

My love and respect for the House of Tata remains undiminished by the passage of time. I always looked up to JRD. I saw him as a role model for his simplicity, his generosity, his kindness and the care he took of his employees. Those blue eyes always reminded me of the sky; they had the same vastness and magnificence.

(Sudha Murthy is a widely published writer and chairperson of the Infosys Foundation involved in a number of social development initiatives. Infosys chairman Narayana Murthy is her husband.)

Article sourced from: Lasting Legacies (Tata Review- Special Commemorative Issue 2004), brought out by the house of Tatas to commemorate the 100th birth anniversary of JRD Tata on July 29, 2004

Taxi Driver's MBA Lesson

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Got this from a dear friend of mine...another awesome read
This is a true story from a Microsoft employee in China, very long but an interesting read. It reveals the power of statistics.
The Taxi Driver Taught Me An MBA Lesson.
I needed to go from Xujiahui to the airport, so I hurriedly concluded a meeting and I was looking for a taxi in front of the Meiluo building. A taxi driver saw me and very professionally came in a straight line and stopped right in front of me. Thus followed the story that astonished me greatly as if I had attended a lively MBA course. In order to faithfully preserve the intent of the taxi driver, I have tried to reproduce his original words according to my memory.
"Where do you want to go? Good, the airport. At Xujiahui, I loved to get business in front of the Meiluo building. Over here, I only work two places: Meiluo building and Junyao building. Did you know? Before I picked you up, I circled around Meiluo building twice before I saw you! People who come out of office building are definitely not going to some place nearby ...."
"Oh? You have a method!" I agreed.
"A taxi driver must also have scientific methods," he said. I was surprised and I got curious: "What scientific methods?"
"I have to know statistics. I have made detailed calculations. Let me tell you. I operate the car 17 hours a day, and my hourly cost is 34.5 RMB ..."
"How did you arrive at that?" I asked
"You calculate. I have to pay 380 RMB to the company each day for the car. The gas is about 210 RMB. I work 17 hours per day. On an hourly basis, the fixed cost is the 22 RMB that I give to the taxi company and an average of 12.5 RMB per hour in gasoline expenses. Isn't that 34.5 RMB?" I was a bit surprised. I have taken taxis for ten years, but this is the first time that a taxi driver has calculated the costs this way. Previously, the taxi drivers all tell me that the cost per kilometer was 0.3 RMB in addition to the total company fee.
"Costs should not be calculated on a per-kilometer basis. It should be calculated on an hourly basis. You see, each meter has a 'review' function through which you can see the details of the day. I have done a data analysis. The averarge time gap between customers is seven minutes. If I started counting the costs when someone gets in, it is 10 RMB for about 10 minutes. That means each 10 RMB customer takes 17 minutes of time, which costs 9.8 RMB (=34.5 x 17 / 60). This is not making money! If we say that customers who want to go to Pudong, Hangzhou or Qingpu are like meals, then a 10 RMB customer is not even a bite of food. You can only say that this is just a sprinkle of MSG."
Great! This driver did not sound like a taxi driver. He seemed more like an accountant. "So what you do then?" I was even more interested and I continued my questioning. It looked like I was going to learn something new on the way to the airport.
"You must not let the customer lead you all over the place. You decide what you want to do based upon the location, time and customer." I was very surprised, but this sounded significant. "Someone said that the taxi driving is a profession that depends on luck. I don't think so. You have to stand in the position of the customer and consider things from the customer's perspective." This sounded very professional, and very much like many business management teachers who say "put yourself in others' shoes."
"Let me give you an example. You are at the entrance to a hospital. There is someone holding some medicine and there is someone else holding a wash basin. Which person will you pick up?" I thought about it and I said that I didn't know.
"You take the one with the wash basin. If you have a minor complaint that you want to be examined and to get some medicine, you don't usually go to a faraway hospital. Anyone who is carrying a wash basin has just been discharged from the hospital. When people enter the hospital, some of them die. Today, someone on the second floor dies. Tomorrow, someone on the third floor dies. Those who make it out of the hospital usually have a feeling of having been given a second life and they recognize the meaning of life again -- health is the most important thing. So on that day, that person told me, "Go ... go to Qingpu." He did not even blink. Would you say that he wanted to take a taxi to People's Plaza to transfer to the Qingpu line subway? Absolutely not!"
I began to admire him.
"Let me give you another example. That day at People's Plaza, three people were waving at me. One was a young woman who had just finished shopping and was holding some small bags. Another was a young couple who were out for a stroll. The third one was a man who wore a silk shirt and a down jacket and holding a notebook computer bag. I spent three seconds looking at each person and I stopped in front of the man without hesitation. When the man got in, he said: 'Yannan Elevated Highway. South North Elevated Highway ...' Before even finishing, he could not help but ask, 'Why did you stop in front of me without hesitating? There were two people in front. They wanted to get on as well. I was too embarrassed to fight with them.' I replied, 'It is around noon and just a dozen or so minutes before one o'clock. That young woman must have slipped out at noon to buy something and I guess that her company must be nearby. That couple are tourists because they are not holding anything and they are not going to travel far. You are going out on business. You are holding a notebook computer bag, so I can tell that this is business. If you are going out at this time, I guess that it would not be too close.' The man said, 'You are right. I'm going to Baoshan.'"
"Are those people wearing pajamas in front of supermarkets or subway stations going to travel far? Are they going to the airport? The airport is not going to let them enter."
That makes sense! I was liking this more and more.
"Many drivers complain that business is tough and the price of gas has gone up. They are trying to pin the cause down on other people. If you keep pinning the cause on other people, you will never get any better. You must look at yourself to see where the problem is." This sounds very familiar. It seems like "If you cannot change the world, then you should change yourself" or perhaps a pirated copy of Steven Corey's "Circles of Influence and Concern." "One time, on Nandan Road, someone flagged me down and wanted to go to Tianlin. Later on, someone else flagged me down on Nandan Road and he also wanted to go to Tianlin. So I asked, 'How come all you people who come out on Nandan Road want to go to Tianlin?' He said, 'There is a public bus depot at Nandan Road. We all take the public bus from Pudong to there, and then we take the taxi to Tianlin. So I understood. For example, you look at the road that we just passed. There are no offices, no hotels, nothing. Just a public bus station. Those people who flag down taxis there are mostly people who just got off the public bus, and they look for the shortest road for a taxi. People who flag down taxis here will usually ride not more than 15 RMB."
"Therefore, I say that the attitude determines everything!" I have heard dozens of company CEO's say that, but this was the first time that I heard a taxi driver say that.
"We need to use scientific methods and statistics to conduct business. Those people who wait at the subway exits every day for business will never make money. How are you going to provide for your wife and kids at 500 RMB a month? This is murder? This is slowly murdering your whole family. You must arm yourself with knowledge. You have to learn knowledge to become a smart person. A smart person learns knowledge in order to become a very smart person. A very smart person learns knowledge in order to become a genius."
"One time, a person wanted a taxi in order to get to the train station. I asked him how he wanted to go. He told me how to get there. I said that was slow. I said to get on the elevated highway and go this other way. He said that it was a longer way. I said, 'No problem. You have experience because you go that way frequently. It costs you 50 RMB. If you go my way, I will turn off the meter when it reaches 50 RMB. You can just pay me 50 RMB. Anything more is mine. If you go your way, it will take 50 minutes. If I go my way, it will take 25 minutes.' So in the end, we went my way. We traveled an additional four kilometers but 25 minutes quicker. I accepted only 50 RMB. The customer was very delighted for saving about 10 RMB. This extra four kilometers cost me just over 1 RMB in gas. So I have swapped 1 RMB for 25 extra minutes of my time. As I just said, my hourly cost is 34.5 RMB. It was quite worthwhile for me!"
"In a public taxi company, an ordinary driver takes three to four thousand RMB home per month. The good driver can get around five thousand. The top driver can get seven thousand RMB. Out of the 20,000 drivers, there are about two to three who can make more than 8,000 RMB a month. I am one of those two or three. Furthermore, it is very stable without too much fluctuation."
Great! By this point, I admired this taxi driver more and more.
"I often say that I am a happy driver. Some people say, 'That's because you earn a lot of money. Of course, you must be happy.' I tell them, 'You are wrong. This is because I have a happy and active mind, and that is why I make a lot of money.' "
What a wonderful way to put it!
"You have to appreciate the beauty that your work brings. Stuck in a traffic jam at People's Plaza, many drivers complain, 'Oh, there's a traffic jam again! What rotten luck!' You must not be like that. You should try to experience the beauty of the city. There are many pretty girls passing by. There are many tall modern buildings; although you cannot afford them, you can still enjoy them with an appreciative look. While driving to the airport, you can look at the greenery on both sides. In the winter, it is white. How beautiful! Look at the meter -- it is more than 100 RMB. That is even more beautiful! Each job has its own beauty. We need to learn how to experience that beauty in our work."
"Ten years ago, I was a general instructor at Johnson's. Eight years ago, I had been the department manager for three different departments. I quit because there was no point in making three or five thousand a month. I decided to become a taxi driver. I want to be a happy driver. Ha ha ha ..."
When we arrived at the airport, I gave him my business card and said, "Are you interested in coming this Friday to my office and explain to the Microsoft workers about how you operate your taxi? You can treat it as if your meter is running at 60 kilometers per hour. I will pay you for the time that you talk to us. Give me a call."
Then I began to write down his lively MBA lecture on the airplane.

Nothing to Write as such

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There isn't anything to write.Life has been as normal as it could be....yeah it has been bit boring with classes n stuff.Silence is something which is now wished for.Just one of those days when u feel best when ur silent.
Giving time to family, friends and foes. Subdued by the speed of this running out time. Waiting for a new direction to be seen. Untill den it wud b only silence n observations only.

Tujhse Naraz Nahin Zindegi - Lyrics

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This was the song i had been listening to for the last four hours!still feel like listening it more n more.
Each part so well made dat i hardly can write anything more today....just listen to it.Awesome !!
tujhse naraz nahin zindegi
hairan hun main, ho hairan hun main
tere masoom sawalon se
pareshan hun main, ho pareshaan hun main(2)

jeene ke liye socha hi nahin
dard sambhalane honge(2)
muskuraen toh muskurane ke
karz utarne honge
muskuraon kabhi toh lagta hai
jaise hoton pe karz rakha hai

tujhse naraz nahin zindegi
hairan hun main, ho hairan hun main

zindegi tere gam ne hame
ristey naye samjhaye(2)
mile jo hame
dhoop main mile
choan ke thande saaye

tujhse naraz nahin zindegi
hairan hun main, ho hairan hun main

aaj agar bhar aayi hain
boonde baras jayengi(2)
kal kya pata inke liye
aankhein taras jayengi
jane kab gum hua kahan khoya
ek aansoon chupa ke rakha tha

tujhse naraz nahin hai zindegi
hairan hun main, ho hairan hun main
tere masoom sawalon se pareshan hun main
ho parshan hun main
parshan hun main parshan hun main
Click away to download the two by Lata n The other by Anup Ghoshal.
Both of dem cud do justice to the song.

Scars on The BODY...

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Scars on the body,those signs of the past.There have been many scars on the body.The falls from the cycle have given many scars.The fear of falling and the imbalance just was sufficient for me to fall.To hit the pole,the tree and the people passing by.These scars remind me of those days when dad used to b the force behind my cycle.Moving on to the football field behind our home in the scorching heat of the sun just after the lunch.Thats what is adventure.Cant forget the days when dad wud take me with him for an icecream just for a reason to make me have a cycling on the road.
Still remember the first day i took the small but heavy cycle of our neighbour's into my hands.It was too big for me but too small in front of my dad's encouragement.Hadnt my dad given dat first push to the cycle den i would have never learnt how to ride a bicycle.Yes i moved on and on and on finally into the bush with the cycle hitting the lamp post on the road side.That was it !!sigh !! The injured hands n the scar on the knees still remain.But that was the first and last nervous ride i ever had.Dad said "until u dont fall on ur knees and dont get scars dat remain for ever u wont learn to b the best...." and man dat sentence struck me the most....

one lesson n den came many many scars on the body from the cricket field,from the corridors of school while running after each other(frnds),den from the bike with dose small n big accidents....but they haven't moved my determination to move ahead n be the best.The best in what ever i do.There have been scars on the mind and on the heart too....but the principles applies the same to all...

But !!

I hardly knew the scars that we get in the heart, in the mind and in the emotions r more painful n ever green dan the ones on the body....have really learnt how to bear all dose big scars on the body but when it come to the heart n mind i still feel i m achild....still require dat push from my Dad.I wanna him to b thr with dose small words.The encouragement to go ahead n touch the sky.missing his support at this level.Cant ask for it from him becuase now I m grown up n may b he too wont understand my problems n yes even if he does i cant b dat open to share all dat i suffer. How long will i keep bothering him ? Is it not enuff ?

Yes i must learn how to move ahead independently. I will move n i knw dad wud alwz be thr to give the little push whenever i require but the scars would remain and i m proud to have dem.They are the ones that have been my motivation and the integral part of me.

Scars on the body give joy and scars on the heart give pain!! i would prefer the former one....what wud you ?

The Show must go on !!

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Kal shayad ham nahin rahenge college main....hamare woh awazein nahin gunjengi college main...
ham nahin rahenge coll ka tempo kehne ke liye aur na hi aur kabhi yeh mauka payenge kehne ke liye...pata nahin kiit ka tempo is someting very close to my heart...its like the anthem to me....
well today when the junior were shouting the tempo at the top of their voice for the first time i kept silence...i wanted to join i refrained...i just kept silence....
aaj main chup tha..but cud hear it loud enuff... i always had the feeling dat it was only me for whom it was louder n i used to shout at the peak of my voice when we used to go for the tempo thinking if i dont den may b it wont be dat loud....
but today i cud hear it loud enuff though i didnt join the juniors in doing dat...
never ever had i kept silent while shouting the tempo.just kept quite to see how does it sound.
to see wht if we r nt dere.can dese juniors carry this forward.dey were really doing it well.
bahut achha laga yeh dekh ke ki ham rahe ya na rahe the show must go on.Glad dat the legacy will continue with our days never to come back again.
But the Show must go on...
Show must go on
Show must go on
Show must go on...

Looking Back....

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Had a great evening at was viswakarma puja today n so as usual our coll had a great arrangement with big pandal n the gorgeous idol of Lord Viswakarma....just the grand way as it is alwaz arranged.

Had a function in the evening with performances by all the four batches of Btech Stream....this was our last Puja at being the final yr students it was organised by our batch n cud feel dat we wud b off from coll in few months now.

The performances were awesome with some breathe taking ones too....for the first time found some of my frnds(gals in d group) giving a performance...never saw all of dem together....was good to see dem on stage...had to wait till the end as it was the last one in d event(the best for the last) and all dat period had been waiting with those excited eyes to have a look at their performance.The Place was over crowded with no chairs available to sit....but dat didnt hurt much as it was worth standing with all frnz around n enjoying the event.

This time around it was bit diff....we had been having such events every year along with the Grand Vibranz(the annual function)...but last year it(the annual function) had been we had no such event for over a year...the last one i remember was the same viswakarma puja in 2005 bt few had attended it since it was raining heavily(even i had nt attended it).So having such an event after so long was really enjoyable....specifically for the juniors(2nd year,3rd yr n of course the new 1st year).They had not seen such events at coll n blv me such events at KIIT are worth attending and enjoying coz u wud really love to cherish such events once u pass out.

I could see those excited hearts of juniors n d way they enjoyed with the newly learned tempo of the coll...." 'K' 'I' 'I' 'T' 'Diskiiiaaaaunnnnn' "....we have shouted dis on many it was new to dem n so dey did it really good.I was glad that the juniors are taking the coll tradition ahead.....they kept dancing on their feet at the back of the whole audience gathering....had thrown away their chairs and kept dancing with the beats of the song playing;hardly bothered with whts going on the stage...who performed wht n how was the performance was never their botheration....they just went on on and on.....with the tempo of the coll echoing the whole place; even that subdued the big loudspeakers...but why i am explaining so many things and what relevance has it with me....i didnt have dat sort of fun today.then why ?

well the ovious reason is dat we too had such fun when we were in our first n second year....never had anything to bother about....just had one aim of enjoying four years...really excited with all dat was happening....had never ever experienced such events...those days just flashed in my mind...the way we too had thrown away the chairs...the way we had paid no heed to our seniors n even to the faculty n management members...the way we had danced all d evening right from the beginning...the new friends and their company....the excitement to enjoy for the life time....all dose feelings of first year again played in d heart n was really refreshing to think of dose n enjoy the event.each and every thing that had occured in dese three years of our stay n mostly days of such events just kept on coming...even now i cant keep dem off from the mind...everything crystal clear....those friends...those groups...but seriously i dont find dem around me any more....there are new set of ppl around...groups have changed and also the priorities...thought process has changed i suppose all have got more matured dan before.
then we really were carefree and we thought as if four years wud b a long time and we wud enjoy a lot....but things have changed.....such events come rarely n within dese days three years have passed n cant remember whr n how did dese days fly by ? now we have many things to bother(even if got thru campus )....not only abt academics but also everything post engg career n all dat wud really matter when we enter the true i really cant b d old Abhisek who had nothing to i know these events will come n go n dey r just virtual enuff....but life goes on taking new twists n turns...but yes these event definitely give a chance to enjoy n lock those small memories in this small heart which wud later make u laugh with the drops of tears running down the chin....

feeling as though we would be leaving coll tomorrow for the first time supposedly i realised dat we wud leave coll in just 8 months from now...a song(kabhi alvida na kehna from kank) was dedicated by our juniors to us....dat moment i realised dat it was It...we r finally at the doorstep of completing btech n finally we wud walk out...and dat thought has evoked a fear of leaving all my friends and all dat we had been experiencing for the last three years...everything n everything.....
i have started feeling it in my guts now !!!
The count Down has begun....8 months to go !!

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Blogging and orkutting have been a part of life. Never knew this until the exams started.
Though the exams were on I still could not resist myself from orkutting n blogging. To some extent blogging was under control but orkutting was like irresistible. I know this shud nt be the case. But yes I have been closely attached with orkut. When the time had been tuff during the recent days n months it was orkut which really helped me in facing the tuff times. It was because orkut has given me some great friends with whom I have been closely attached to. Yes they stood by me when I needed them the most. I have nt met any of dem as of now bt I knw it would nt have been anything diff had we met.
I have created a completely different world of mine on the net. There are people who like me and there are people who fume when they see me. But at the end of the day this virtual world has been better for me dan the real world. Its true that on net we tend to mix with people more easily, but is it that we understand each other better because we write down our emotions ?
When the world is going techno crazy with voice chat, video conference, voip etc I feel, its best when we write down something than when we speak or have face to face communication. People would argue that the best form of communication is through body language. But are we all dat proficient enough to convey our thoughts through body language? Do we really make ourselves clear through this form of communication? Lets see it from another angle…suppose we convey the right way but is it compulsory that the other person interprets it rightly ? It may not be the case always…people are nt that good at interpreting things.
Sorry to deviate from the topic…but keeping the above argument in view I feel that I have been able to create this virtual world my own way. May be the way I wanted it to be. I have been understood beautifully. May be I have met like minded people who understand me better coz they think like me. My current friends may argue that its really not possible to make great friends on net. But I can bet they (net frnds) r nt less than any other friend whom I have met. Many may comment that its my frustration level which has made me connected to net n search for better friends. It may seem dat I have become crazy about net….many may comment that I m an internet freak. But why the hell shud they have a problem with this ? I give a damn to what people say. No doubt I have n had great friends before. But yes this change of environment has also been very pleasant.

Now to blogging. Why the hell should I blog ? Why do I waste time out here ? What benefit do I get ? Why not write a personal diary rather than blog ? Who will read these long texts? Who has that much time? Who r the people u want to read this? There are many such questions that have come up from different people n friends at different times. I myself don’t know the reasons clearly. I need not justify what I do. Its just that I liked the concept of blogging n so I m here.And all dose “WHYs” really don’t matter. One thing that I can say is that blogs make me analyse myself n my world better. And why nt diary rather than blog is something which I too don’t know. I have my own readers and I m happy that its thr on net. Hardly matters who reads n who doesn’t.

But sometimes I too feel. Is it that I have lost faith in my friends. Is it that I have lost confidence to face the world for which I m feeling better being behind the screen n den interacting with people. All I can say is that its definitely better n easier to talk to strangers. Its easy enough to study others with their kind of approach. Its really easy to share all that u feel with a stranger dan doing it with someone close enough. Generally we start making friends n den we share all dat we feel. But here in case of internet its just the reverse. On net we feel free to share our emotions even when we r strangers. Then as this mutual sharing continues we become good friends depending upon the kind of understanding we share. Strangers become the part of life, when the dear ones become strangers. I have felt this and may be now I don’t complain that I don’t have anyone who would understand me. Its just because I have been closely associated with many people through net.
Leave apart the self interests that keep me glued to the net. There have been many responsibilities which I have created for myself like managing different orkut communities, participation in different good communities, yahoo groups etc. There is nothing like a restriction for me to do all this. But this is what interests me. And I tell u there is a completely different identity which is very much different from which I have in real world. That’s not because I have kept all in some kind of illusion or I have not been myself. Its because I have been completely myself and I have done what I have wanted to do. I am not led by anyone’s directions and wish. Its wholly n solely me. The way I had been and I had wanted to be. But may b the days and the requirement of the circumstances had made me be a altogether different person. But thankfully I m now myself just for the reason that I have analyzed myself lot better n related to others too.

Thanks Babuni Bhai, Nitin, Aradhana, Neha, Priyanka, Pooja and Parul.
Thank You all for being there.

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Exams are over now. The mind is a bit tired with the body because of the stress n acute cold. But I need to wind myself up. When the exams were on, I had the feeling of writing a lot into my blog after they get over. But somewhere I really have no idea what to write. Its not dat I don’t have anything to write, but there are so many things to write that I m unable to decide which subject to start with.

Yes finally I have decide what to write.

My Taste has changed !!

I don’t know how but my taste has changed. I m not talking of my taste buds !
I m talking of my taste of music. I have started liking the classical music. Its just dat I have developed a feeling for that kind of music. The classical music which is generally considered as the third world and which rarely is of some interest to the new generation. I too had the similar thoughts may b days before. Never liked them. I never found any meaning in them. But off late this development has made me wonder how did this change come about in me. I have nt heard lot many of these classical music but I intend to listen to them. The music of the sitar, the violin, the tabla, the harmonium, the flute and all other types of instruments sound better than those of electronic instruments. And believe me they have such a soothing effect which really makes a person feel the music within the body. That’s why I think Tansen was considered to have brought down the rain n lit the lamps with his songs and different ragas. Its true that I have very less knowledge of these ragas n stuff n I can hardly understand dem but I sincerely want to learn dem. Learn what they really are. Even the sufi music n songs have appealed me more. They have a complete stuff in dem. The classical music (only the instrumentals) have the completeness and they r for any kind feeling, may it be love,happiness,sorrow,solitude, or any damn feeling within.
But tell me can we hear to Jagjit Singh when we are extremely happy ? can we hear to Micheal Jackson when we r down with emotions and unable to cope with our own self built emotions. Probably the answers to the above questions would be a big no. But seriously speaking (it may sound strange n weird and all crap) if one has understood the true pleasure of classical music then one can listen n enjoy them at all stages. Rather the kind of inner feeling and self realization makes every feeling balanced may it be any kind of emotion.
Well having said all dose things I would say that I still have the likeness but other music which I used to hear day in day out. Kishore da still remains the feb and Jagjit Singh still sounds better and better each time I hear him. Would like to add dat Jagjit Singh has that classical stuff in him, those instruments which r generally used in classical music. I still have the likeness for the cd collection(though nt a huge one). But there is this “but” which has drawn a a thin line between the two sorts of music.

Would love to experiment with the classical music n I hope I will enjoy them with all their goodies…..

Gone are the Days....School Days !!

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Gone are the days
When The school reopened in June,
And we settled in our new desks and benches.
When we queued up in book depot,
And got our new books and notes.
When we wanted two Sundays and no Mondays, yet
Managed to line up daily for the morning prayers.
We learnt writing with slates and pencils, and
Progressed To fountain pens and ball pens and
then Micro tips.
We began drawing with crayons and evolved to
Colour pencils and finally sketch pens.
We started calculating first with tables and then with
Clarke's tables and advanced to calculators and computers.
When we chased one another in the corridors in Intervals,
and returned to the classrooms drenched in sweat.
When we had lunch in classrooms, corridors, Playgrounds,
under the trees and even in cycle sheds.
When all the colors in the world,
Decorated the campus on the Second Saturdays.
When a single P.T. period in the week's Time Table,
Was awaited more eagerly than the monsoons.
When cricket was played with writing pads as bats,
And Neckties and socks rolled into balls.
When few played "kabadi" and "Kho-Kho" in scorching sun,
While others simply played "book cricket" in the Confines of classroom.
Of fights but no conspiracies,
Of Competitions but seldom jealousy.
When we used to watch Live Cricket telecast,
In the TV rooms in Intervals and Lunch breaks.
When few rushed at 3:45 to "Conquer" window seats in our School bus.
While few others had "Big Fun", "peppermint",
"kulfi", " milk ice !" and "sharbat !" at 4o Clock.

Gone are the days
Of Sports Day, and the annual School Day ,
And the one-month long preparations for them.

Gone are the days
Of the stressful Quarterly,
Half Yearly and Annual Exams,
And the most enjoyed holidays after them.
Of tenth and twelfth standards, when we
Spent almost the whole year writing revision tests.
We learnt, we enjoyed, we played, we won, we lost,
We laughed, we cried, we fought, we thought.
With so much fun in them, so many friends,
So much experience, all this and more. >

Gone are the days
When we used to talk for hours with our friends.
Now we don't have time to say a HI.

Gone are the days
When we played games on the road.
Now we code on the road with laptop.

Gone are the days
When we saw stars shining at night.
Now we see stars when our code doesn't work.

Gone are the days
When we sat to chat with friends on grounds.
Now we chat in chat rooms.....

Gone are the days
Where we studied just to pass.
Now we study to save our job

Gone are the days
Where we had no money in our pockets
And fun filled on our hearts
Now we have the atm as well as credit card but with an empty heart

Gone are the days
Where we shouted on the road.
Now we dont shout even at home

Gone are the days
Where we got lectures from all.
Now we give lectures to all... like the one I'm doing now....

Gone are the days
But not the memories, which will be
Lingering in our hearts for ever and ever and
Ever and ever and Ever .....



The TREE !!

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We have our midsems beginning tomorrow.But what am i doing here right now....its midnight and i should have been at my bed as i had been doing this for the last three years.But whts wrong today ?
Have i not completed my portion for tomorrow's paper?...
if dats not the case den wht is the thing which made me it that i m nt sleepy ?
yes i m sleepy n damn tired....but den why am i here ?
Well thr is a reason which made me came to my blog.At noon today as i was just going through my books and was trying hard to concentrate something just flashed in me...there was an urgency to write down...wht was dat i too didn't knw untill i started writing...i rushed for the pen n just tore out few papers from the lying notepad which had nt been used for months probably.
Then i went on and on penning down all that came to my mind.Surprisingly it was a TREE.


A Tree standing alone on the dry deserted road side with no leaves or the bright shade which used to be a travellers delight.There are no more travellers on the road.The road waits for someone to travel,to come along it and be a company both to the Tree and itself(the road).
The Tree even does not have within, that something, which could give many of those lone travellers the company,the feeling of support and a place to rest for the rest of life.The Tree has lost its green, hasj only the dry trunk standing straight as if aspiring to touch the sky !!
Sigh !!
Seems to be just a hope.A dry hope.
The purpose is lost.People have left since the Tree is left with nothing to give.Why are people so selfish? Was the Tree only there to be used ?
It was made to be used and thrown into darkness of the dry scorching Sun.The Tree has lost its purpose but still stands there with no visible aim seen for the future. "why am I here? Whats my aim? Served others but none serve me!! Was this my destiny" cries the Tree, but none to hear...
The Tree survived all this and then the season changed.Hopes high for the Tree to have a companion, another visitor, another traveller to give shade to ; ready to be there for others anytime.But hardly does it realise that it will again be used , used till it sucks, and raped hundred of times and then would be left alone on the same road side when it sheds in the autumn.But this time he does not have the strenght to gain the green.Does not have that great a shade now.New trees have come along, with fresh vigour, denser shade and a promising support system with all new appeal to the travellers.Now no one needs Me(The Tree).
People's choices, needs have changed and also their priorities.May be they just don't need a good shade, a good tree but something more.A more fruitful tree bearing better fruits,serving better in every way; its other features which are not possible for this Tree to furnish.
And Sigh !!! No one needs Me now : I have nothing to give.Then why exist ? Why not leave the world ? Why keep waiting for the end to come. Come, Come and cut my left part - the trunk and finally that would also be of some Use to you.
Waiting to be slaughtered.To feel the all new sharpened edge of the axe, the sweet echoing sound of it touching my torn out body, to feel the pain which would give the never ending happiness that i've Served.
Come soon before its too late and even the trunk dies.Please come soon since I wanna be Used for the last and final time. - The Tree

Vande Maataram....

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“Vande maataraM"
sujalaaM suphalaaM malayaja shiitalaaM SasyashyaamalaaM maataram

Shubhrajyotsnaa pulakitayaaminiiM
pullakusumita drumadala shobhiniiM
suhaasiniiM sumadhura bhaashhiNiiM
sukhadaaM varadaaM maataraM

Koti koti kantha kalakalaninaada
karaalekoti koti bhujai.rdhR^itakharakaravaale
abalaa keno maa eto bale
bahubaladhaariNiiM namaami taariNiiM
ripudalavaariNiiM maataraM

Tumi vidyaa tumi dharma
tumi hR^idi tumi marma
tvaM hi praaNaaH shariire

Baahute tumi maa shakti
hR^idaye tumi maa bhakti
tomaara i pratimaa gaDi
mandire mandire

TvaM hi durgaa dashapraharaNadhaariNii
kamalaa kamaladala vihaariNii
vaaNii Vidyaadaayinii namaami tvaaM

Namaami kamalaaM amalaaM atulaaM
SujalaaM suphalaaM maataraM

ShyaamalaaM saralaaM susmitaaM bhuushhitaaM
DharaNiiM bharaNiiM maataraM

The National Song...

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It was the Vande Mataram centenary yesterday!!

Vande Mataram was in the air.7th September was a day which made everyone proud to be Indian after the other two days i.e. Independence day and the Republic Day.People only feel proud on such occassions and then forget till such an event again comes n given that sense of responsibilty.

Is it not true that Vande Mataram is the song that derives that feeling of being INDIAN and respect for the motherland?
But why do we need an occassion to remember its glory?
Are we so busy in our lives that we really dont get the time to listen to the Doordarshan and All India Radio in the morning.I dont know whether all know this or not but Doordarshan and AIR start each day with Vande Mataram.Thats the way it should be.Even all the private TV and Radio channels should come forward and make it a point to play the national song at least once a day.That would be the true way to celebrate the Centenary of this song which inspired innumerable patriotsto lay down their lives for the motherland.Where is dat feeling with this youth ? And is it new generation which is responsible or the changing world ?
How is it that the new generation will know about their nation and patriotism if the media is silent about it.This centenary celebration has really laid a path towards that awareness.Is it possible to create this only through text books? I feel its no.They have been reading this since ages abt National Song but they really do not know the true value of it untill we show it to them through our actions.For the first time Vande Mataram was sung in all school n colleges at the same time and in complete coherence and it was really great to find those small kids having that excitement for the National Song.They never had known about this untill today.My cousin for example who is in her 3rd standard asked me if we too sung the song at out college.And my nod made it clear dat they r nt made fools at their school as the whole world was feeling great as their school.That nod brought an expression on her face which confirmed me that her belief on her thoughts has been validated.So whenever she listens to the National Song next she wud feel proud for the song.This day wud alwaz be in her mind as this was the first such event which brought forward the secrets of Vande Mataram.
So i strongly feel that the Govt. and the media shud come up to make it a point to play Vande Mataram every day at least once.Playing it every one hour will b really great though :) !!

Another Thought :

Should Vande Mataram be made the National Anthem ?
Probably Yes.Yes our present national anthem is in no way related to our country's pride.Its sung for the The then British Rule.So why should we still sing for their pride?It has no relevance to the current India.Rather the song Vande Mataram that made millions lay down their lives for the country should be made the national anthem.The two words "VANDE MATARAM" brought the fire within all to fight for the motehrland.If we recollect our patriots,like Bhagat Singh, they spoke these two final words only.Should we not do justice to their sacrifices? Can we give a tribute to all dose million sacred souls by giving the due respect to Vande Mataram?
I Suppose its a must ! Why not ? Why cant we rectify our past wrong doings? Its high time the People and the Govt must rise to the occassion and give justice to all the sacrifices.

Lets raise our voice to make Vande Mataram the National Anthem.



Kuch Dil Se...

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Aksar aisa hota hai ke ham jise chahte hain unhe hi kho dete hain.Ham jitna unhe pana chahte hain woh hamse utna hi door chale jate hain.Tab sab kuchh halat pe chod dena hi sabse behtar hota hai.zindegi jo rang lena chahti hai use bas apnate hi jana hai.Main yeh nahin kehta ke bhool jana chahiye sab kuchh lekin haan zindegi par chod dena chahiye.

Ham jeete hain apno ke liye.Lekin apno ko apna banna padta hai.Jab apne hi apne nahin hote tab takleef bahut hoti hai.Apno ke liye jeete jeete ham yeh bhool jate hain apne yeh chahte bhi hain ya nahin.Lekin jab kisi ristey main pyar hi nahin hota tab sab bemaine ho jata hai.Riston ka wajood kho jata hai.

Kuch aise hi the mere khayalat kabhi Alvida Na Kehna dekhne ke baad.Haan kuchh logon ko yeh batein shayad pasand na aaye aur movie bhi achhi na lagi ho lekin agar dhyan se socha jaye toh yeh bilkul sahi hai aur ham shayad sachhai se bhagte hain...sach yeh hai ke ham sab aisa mehsoos karte hain lekin is ehsaas se darte hain.Ehsaas hi woh hai jo dilon ko jodti hai shayad.aur shayad sochne ke liye hamare pas waqt hi nahin hoti.

Waqt ke rehte sab karne se hi us ehsaas ke saath insaaf hogi.Ehsaas ko kahin khone na dena...

Thought For the DaY...

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As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to ever let you down probably will. You will have your heart broken probably more than once and it's harder every time. You'll break hearts too, so remember how it felt when yours was broken. You'll fight with your best friend. You'll blame a new love for things an old one did. You'll cry because time is passing too fast, and you'll eventually lose someone youlove. So take too many pictures, laugh too much, and love like you've never been hurt because every sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute ofhappiness you'll never get back.Don't be afraid that your life will end,be afraid that it will never begin.


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Lot of self introspection and analysis has finally paid.

Being alone teaches a lot.U get to knw wht u want from life.Finally after the grey patch i hv come up with my final purpose.Purpose to b fulfilled n worked for.Its high time i shud realise wht i shud be doing.

Happy enough that i found my reason for being lost.Will work for my purpose.Glad to be out of the past n looking forward to the future.Yes no doubt there is only one personwho really understands me....and thats my best friend.Thanks to him for being there right by my side and may b i was missing him for last few months...there was again that feeling of self with him....i felt as if i was talking to myself....thats wht makes a diff when we both r together.....looking forward to my plans for making a real attempt for CAT.Wud give it all my efforts.i knw i m left with less time but its nt yet still achievable.

Thanks Satru...thanks again.....

Lost and Alone

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I m Lost....lost in what;which i even dont know.

I dont know why i dont feel like doing those things which i loved the is no more playing in my player, riding my scooty is no more a great pleasure, sharing thoughts with my best friend was never tuff before as now.Living in an illusion n a shell n feeling like the smaller it is the better it is.But whats the illusion even i dont know.Running from the fact dat i m a failure perhaps.Where is dat positive skills n mind set now?Is it that i lack perseverance.Never loved silence.But thats what is making me feel better.

It was never one of my characteristics.May b this is what is called maturity.I know this isnt the case.But if at all this means maturity den i beg not to attain this.I was better what i was before.I have lost my words.I have changed.I know this was nt expected so soon but may b was necessary.

I m lonely though people are around me all d time.Feeling this in my guts as if i have nothing left in me.I know this hardly matters to anyone but still feeling to write it out here.

Dont know wht is it but wanna to be all alone
Alone under the dark sky,
as dark as the world to me now.

Alone with my soul in the eternal bliss
Bliss with the feeling of being an Unit
Not even the presence of my own self,
giving rise to a redundancy of that Ultimate Bliss!

Alone for all years to come
alone for i have chosen
Chosen to be Alone.

Alone to be only with my tears
Tears that were born only for me
not knowing why i need to be alone

But its the desire burning in me
to be alone so that the silence prevails
Silence that is only...
Only meant to be alone!

Why cant we hold people we love ?

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nice small compositions have greater depths of truths in dem....well the one "why cant we hold people we love ?" was something which made me aware of the fact dat life is nt what it seems to b....alas!!!!
"But they are born when you dont need them at all,And die, when you need them the most.."

this is something which i got from my bro's blog n cudnt resist posting it along

Why cant we hold people we love ?

Why do people enter your life
If one day they will leave u alone in a mess,

Why do people show you the light
If they will push you into darkness,

Why do we trust people
When we know that they are lying,

Why do we fall in love
When we know we have to keep trying....

Relationships are not something
That are born in the morning and die in the evening..

But they are born when you dont need them at all,
And die, when you need them the most..

Why cant we hold on to the people we love???

The Road Not Taken

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The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no steps had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverge in a wood, and I-
I took the one less travelled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Tears, Idle Tears

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Tears, Idle Tears

Tears, Idle Tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depth of some divine despair,
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy Autumn fields
And thinking of the days that are no more.

Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail
That brings our friends up from the underworld,
Sad as the last which reddens over one
That sinks with all we love below the verge;
So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.

Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns
The earliest pipe of half - awaken'd birds
To dying ears, when unto dying eyes,
The casement slowly grows a glimmering square;
So sad, so strange, the days that are no more.

Dear as remember'd kisses after death,
And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd
On lips that are for others; deep as love,
Deep as first love, and wild with all regret
O Death in Life, the days that are no more!

Influence of Poems !!

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Well there were many poems that had moved me during my school days and they really built the inner me.May be i m the way i m just because of some great works of good poets.The poems definitely have a great influence in ones character n his thought process.Of all there are two poems which had moved me at the first glance.