childhood (BACHPAN)

i was too nervous , tensed , and excited ....all this was during the placement drive !! ... and thank god, i'll never forget that feeling !! ..

but now , as my nerves calm , it dawned upon me that ..getting placed is the first step towards responsibility ..

and soon a thought came to my mind ..that i'll miss these days , just like i miss my childhood ..

and i bet that if u were born in the 80s or 90s , ..these are the things that bring smile on our lips !!

• doordarshan ..the only channel ..and then we had DD-METRO after a few days ..
• RAMAYAN- the epic series ...breaks all records !!!
• mile - sur -mera-tumhara ...
• alif-laila ..
• a series called "i dream of jeannie"..the girl in the bottle ..
• comedy serial - dekh-bhai-dekh
• and "chaddi pehen ke phool khila hai " -jungle book
• he man and the masters of the universe - dd metro
• vicco turmeric , nahi cosmetic ..what an advertisement !!!
• washin powder nirma ,... .doodh si safedi ..nirma se aayi ....
• complan

note : the boy is shahid kapoor , and girl : ayesha takia

thats not all ...

• how did we survive in those days ?? ..we had no seat-belts , no cars(middle class) , no airbags ...and we used crayons and water colours ...we didnot had anything called tamper proof bottles , or "unbreakable plastic"..

• we could open any kitchen cupboard , and drawer ...never heard of safety locks ..

• cycling was the favourite past time ..and no bullshit like helmets , elbow pads or knee pads....when thirsty , we drank "tap water" ..or even from handpumps ..never heard of package drinking or mineral water ..

• we used to collect all sort of things ...plastic bits , blades , practically anything that today's generation calls "trash" and insted of recycling , ..me made our toys with it ..played in the sand ..making our castle , troops , ..and god knows so many things from all those "trash"

• we used to roam fearlessly on our bikes (cycles)....and mind you , were fearless even if the brakes failed !!!

• we tried to show how tough we were , ...not by smoking cigarettes , drinks , or some tattoos , ....we had a simple way ,.. we used to climb on the trees ..reach the top , ..sit on the branches ....that was "cool " for us !!

we played for hours !! ...and got back home "before dark" .....

• we had no mobile phones , but still we managed to find our friends !! how ??? ..no one knows !!
• we had broken teeths , we got cuts , bruises , bloody nose , but still had a smile on our face ...coz it was not "someone's fault" ...we didnt blame others ..
• we ate everything in sight , ..cakes , chocolates , sweets , ..but still managed to stay skinny ...amazing isn't it ??

if any one of our frnds brought a cold-drink , .. we all took a sip ...and amazingly no one caught any germs !!

we never had

playstations, ipod , laptops, mp3, video games, home computers , cable tv , social networking ,

but

we had REAL FRIENDS!!!!

we even played among girls ......doctor-nurse , hide and seek , .. "nadi pahaad" ...we had freedom,disappointments, success, joy, victory , defeat, . ....

but most importantly,... we had RESPECT for each other !!

If Silence had a Voice

some times i may not speak ,



some times i may not argue ,





sometimes i simply ignore the people around !

...thats wen i talk wid my silent companion ..

.

.



if silence had a voice ,

it would speak

why calmly we walk the path

and solace is seeked

we face hardships , joys , and wounderful things

but still its destiny ..the mother of gift .

why our emotions outrun our mind ,

heart controlling our deeds ,

why one shoulder is needed ,

and silently we weep .

why

one finger is needed to show us the path

and

one companion is sufficient to complete most difficult task .

why some questions are never asked

and a few lucky answers are never heard

a few spoken words ..forgotten

and some vivid memories ... had fun







silently we reached this stage of our life

and as a look back ... i am taken by surprise

a new day comes ,

ever since i saw the first sunrise ,

and patiently i hear

the silence making me wise

dedicated

to the most wounderful Person,

that i came across in my life

.

.

.

कुणा साठी कुणी तरी

जुनीच पत्र पुनाह पुनाह वाचत अस्तं कुणी तरी

दिवे सगले विझल्यावर जळत अस्तं कुणी तरी

त्याच खिडकित चन्द्र होवून टपटपण्यात मजा आहे

कुणी तरी ऐकत असते म्हणुनच गाण्यात मजा आहे !!

मैफील सारी जमुन येते , समेवरती दाद येते ,

कैवल्याच्या शिखराची मग गावयाला साद येते

अशाच वेळी पंख फुटून उडून जाण्यात मजा आहे

कुणी तरी ऐकत असते

म्हणूनच गाण्यात मजा आहे

विचार मानत अनेक येतात ,

गहिवरून अंतरंग आणतात

क्षणात क्षणात गुंतलेले

नि :शब्द नाते जवळ येतात ,

अशाच वेळी दूर असून

जवळ येण्यात मजा आहे

कुणी तरी ऐकत असते

म्हणून गाण्यात मजा आहे




--swapnil
पहिल्यांदा मराठीत कविता लिहितो आहे
चूक्स (mistakes ) सोडून
गोड मानून घ्या !!

OUR LECTURES

Thanks to our beloved professors and faculty ,
they gave us something to do in their lectures (frs)


the graph is an explaination to the bunking of a particular lecture.





we plot a graph to measure the intresting-ness/boredom of lectures



this is done in following manner

X axis (actual time)..measured using watch/mobile.

Y axis (apparent time)..based on how much time we FEEL has elasped.!!




the graph is plotted by a friend ,
while the subject sits and tries to listen to the lecture .

he informs whenever he feels 10 mins have lasped .
the corresponding point is marked with respect to actual time .



the plot of various lectures is as shown in fig above .

the graph is based on views and behaviour of students ,
observed by a good analyst (me)


based on above graph , we conclude
that following lectues are injurious to mental fitness of college dwellers .


1. frs :- it feels like centuries when only few minutes have passed !!
2. cs:- this lec is dedicated to inventor of fountain pen (due to only writing work )
3.ce:- the only lecture worth attendance .
4.lcss:- will never realise that more time is passed (wasted) than we think !
5.co:- this is there so that we enjoy ourselves . (otherwise wat's the point ?)

do we differ in our opinion ?
then
plz comment guys ,

love

nil.