FLiRtING with RaNDomneSS!!

Trivially beautiful !!

Posted in Blogroll, cram, love, mah free verse poetry, memories, thoughts by yojita ... on October 29, 2007

No one to pester them
Unless they move
Always cosy in the lap of nature
Cherishing the cool breezes & hot sun too
Always yell on top of their voices
May be outta joy or sorrow[cudn’t figure out]
A happy family of five.
Basically appears like chilling out
With their daily chores [hehe]
And finally a feast for mah eyes!
YEA!! tht’s a crow fam dwelling in a
Well build nest [wich i can see frm mah window in hostel]
 Which gives me the essence of joy outta watching!!
                                 [ sumthing lyk ppl watching]

cheers                                                                                                                                               yo



Posted in Blogroll, childhood, life, memories, people, thoughts by yojita ... on October 19, 2007

Still  young  enough  to  be  a  part
Of  Nature’s  great impulsive heart,
Born comrade of  bird,beast and tree
And unselfconscious as the bee-

And yet with  lovely reason skilled
Each day new paradise to build
Elate explorer of each sense,
Withou disamy ,without pretense!

In your unstained transparent eyes
There is no conscience,no surprise:
Lief’s queer conundrums you accept,
Your strange divinity still kept…

And life, thet sets all  things inrhyme,
May make you poet,too,in time
But there were dats ,O tender elf,
When you were poetry itself!

                                             – Christopher Morley

[ I  want mah childhood bak.Nobody is going to give me t hat….i know it doesnt make sense…but……!!!! But u know the child of long ago and far away and the child of now ,in you n me, is waiting behind the door of our hearts for something wonderful to happen.]

isn’t it wonderful when the self itself becomes poetry……..[ omigosh im in love wid this turn of phrase :)]

What happens to this wonderful beginning when we were all “poetry itself”?HOw do all these tender elves become murderers,drug addicts and sexual offenders,cruel dictators,morally degenerate politicians?HOw do they become the “walking wounded”?We see them all around us,the sad,fearful,doubting,anxious and depressed,filled with unutterable longings.Surely this loss of our innate human potential is the greatest tragedy of all.

        The more we know about how we lost our spontaneous wonder and creativity ,the more we can find ways to get them back.


Leech ‘sucks’

Posted in Blogroll, cram, life, mah free verse poetry, memories, thoughts by yojita ... on August 16, 2007

Not the least bit imagined that I would nourish a leech!
But have fed the creature unknowingly till his tummy jam-packed …
Was flabbergasted to notice the li’ll thing in mah shoe
After lingering through a forest kinda place.
Determined not to shriek on top of my voice
Coz? You know that I’m grown up yea!!! (Gigglez)
Was admiring the lill one for his natural anesthesia ability [phew!!!]
In fact there was no sense of ache at all
But uncontrollably oozing droplets from the small stings were maddening
Coz sum stuff in his saliva has got such power
That the flow takes a great deal of time to halt!
But …but I pity the poor lill thing coz he was assassinated
Ruthlessly by a lunatic chap who feels he’s done a great job!!!
Seemed as if his carcass was bathing in a blood red pool.

Dil se…

Posted in Blogroll, fun, life, memories, people, routine, school, thoughts by yojita ... on July 22, 2007

LIfe sure rocks in backbenches.Wanna know how?Then all ye pals inthe front row better change the seat.You are bound to make it your permanent place.To many, the last bench in a classroom might seem like the address of the good- for -nothing brigade.But ,the last bench has a lot more to it.

The shayars flow freely, n sum cranky jokes with loads of chocolates.We used to cheer together with such finesse that it reaches the first bench and the teacher has no clue!Then,as the classes get more and more boring ,sum chits come out, and so do wise cracks as we enjoy hearty laughs -muffled ofcourse-while ruminating on worldly matters.

Where elsz wud u find paper rockets,choco wrapers,word games,n those unending sms’s n paper chats and what have you!

Life sure rocks in the backbenchs.And yes,we also njoy the luxury of making a catcall,making the whole class laugh amd yet get away with it!And howdare the front benchers complain against us?If it weren’t us who wud provide comic relief in between those long winding and boring lectures ?The next time the teacher’s pet [ on the contrary we ,the bak benchers were our teachers pets then] in the front row want to critisize us,the last benchers,try stepping into our shoes and seats b4 you do so.You are bound to be hooked and make it ur permanent place.

One has to see the rainbow to know its beauty and taste the pickle to feel its pungency . May be the comparison isn’t apt but who cares , gud english is not the yardstick for measuring one’s eligibility to sit in the last bench.A heart for fun is!

One has to sit on the bakbench to experience some of the luxuries it offers,rite?

p.s: fact tht i’m moving in to a proffesional course now…but the eternal skewl memoirs are not be forgotten ever.i MISHHH mah skewl lyf badly .. 😦 😦