Simply Pritesh

Simply Pritesh
the bond.. the love.. the distance

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

ETC... Re-expanded

EXPECTATION


Expectations,
Love thou bring forth,
Smiles if true,
Else they never knew,
What a guessing game,
Everyone's a lame,
Easy if you,
Stop expecting and do your due,
Champ you will become,
Coz everybody wants "some",
Its a centile what you expected at some stage,
A patient hearing of your rage,
Never will they know,
But slowly it will grow,
Happiness enqueued,
Reason - You know, its "YOU".


TRUST

Trust,
Love thou break not,
Once a diamond becomes coal,
Only to ablaze the soul,
Ignited, extinguished, ignited again,
Like simultaneous wind and rain,
Better to bury it inside the earth,
Time may metamorphose it into "something" worth.


COMMITMENT

Commitment,
Love thou fear not,
Fear dilutes this elixir pure,
You might not again be this sure,
Instincts and impulses are often right,
Shovel the clouds aghast, covering this starry night,
Unexpressed, unsaid,
Like a zombie you live half dead,
Dumb and awestruck being inconsiderate,
They may leave you only with memories to regret,
Love is a Tsunami,Let it sweep you off your feet,
Like a Rum bottle, when drunk neat,
Get toxic, get diseased,
You just don't know when this high tide recedes,
Coz love being blind is also deaf, answers no calls,
A blue whale in Pacific,
Gets reduced to a goldfish in a glass bowl.


by:-
Dr.Pritesh

Sunday, September 5, 2010

My School Days : A tribute to my Alma Mater ... "Happy Teachers Day" all.

Remember the first day of our school,
New uniform, water-bottle, tiffin - it was all so cool,
But deep inside there was something that wasn't funny,
"Mumma Mumma " - we cried with our noses running,

With fear of the unknown, waved our mothers bye bye at the gate,
To meet a new one in the class asking us kindly to stop crying, our first mate,
She was, I would say, Mother Teresa in a long skirt,
I still remember you Mrs Dicona as my class teacher, first.

Twinkle twinkle little star,
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Those li'l blocks, those small cars,
That red building, the "Bahadur" who knew us all.
That train to the toilet,
Just before the lunch,
Despite that we dared to wet,
What a naughty bunch !! :-)

We grew and we can feel it grow with us,
The playground got better and bigger was our bus,
We passed classes in hop, skip and jump,
Great was the music when we played the thump.
Hanging out in secluded places alone or in gangs,
Caught during the gang-wars by principal exchanging slangs,
Standing in front of the office in sun,
Whispering - "Dude!! 'Somebody' gonna hit us really hard, better run."

Illegal Diwali celebrations in toilets by 'incense-sticks timed bombardments',
Leaving the poor door injured and as as frail as a parchment,
Fete, exhibitions, Teacher's day, Sports day Heats,
Scared the hell out of some - Parents' & Teacher's meet.

Despite all the fun and the pranks,
Exams were the onething we were afraid of, to be frank,
"She will be impressed if I get the first rank",
Lost in her thoughts all nights and then leaving the paper blank,
Getting over the first crush after the results,
Pledging and saying to yourself -"XII Boards this year, are you nuts ?"

Finally, the day came, it was our "Farewell",
"Adieu!!" our Alma-Mater said, and we were out of the shell,
With roses topped with tear drops as dew,
We were about to enter the world which was entirely new.
Blessings, wishes, teachings and memories,
Were all we could carry with us, leaving behind our "Angels" and the "Fairies".
Teachers- "We never got that love again which we got from you,
When the world comes hard on us , its your teachings and blessings that get us through,
Our teachers who laid our foundations and paved our lanes,
Lets prove them right that we are "unshakeable" and ready to face the Hurricanes.


HAPPY TEACHER'S DAY TO ALL THE TEACHERS OF MY SCHOOL LIFE.

Few lines for my mentor Tr. Sangeeta :-

You are one human being overflowing with love,
The person who held us all just like a hub,
Mother of "The Pride(XIIth -B)" who trained all the cubs,
During the dark days your words were the light bulb,

Many consider you special and I am just one of those,
Rare, I would say, as thorns never dared to grow on this rose,
You believed in us so much even when we doubted that we may miss by "This close",
Ma'm your committment and hard-work shows,
How you became "The best" , everyone knows.


Happy Teachers Day , Ma'm :-) !!!!!!!!!!!


By:-
Pritesh