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

My Starlets

Its Rakhshabandhan today and its raining outside. The last courier from one of my cousin sisters just arrived and many couriers still somewhere in between are trying to get through the jammed Varanasi to reach me. Thanks to the postal department and DTDC, they can't deliver a courier in seven days which they claim to reach in 3 days.Anyhow, was feeling lonely today like many previous Rakhis and the delay added to my loneliness. But even that couldn't decrease my love for my sister cousins who never forget to send me rakhi wherever they are and however busy they may be. So, instead of waiting I thought of writing this piece. Before you start reading this, I want to tell my sisters -
" I love you like anything, I am missing you like never before,
I wished you all were here, or God had given me wings four,
Or would have been able to ride the clouds that are causing this shower,
To meet you all in this very hour".

For my starlets:-

Everyday since my birth I could remember,
I longed for the purest love, sweet and tender,
I knew exactly what it will feel,
Coz I felt that vibe when my mother's touch healed.

In want of more warmth I waited several winters,
Always asked my Mom - "I need a sister",
But god had plans that differed,
Deprived, alone, I used to wither.

Was loved deeply without anyone to share,
Always cared for but none for me to care.

Every rainy August, the paper boats made by me used to drown,
But my baby girl wasn't there to tease me for that and clap around,
To push me in the rain and get me wet,
And complain to Maa -" Why he is always using the internet?"
Snatching away my cellphone and trying to read my messages,
Freaking out when it said - " Only authorised access,
Catching me talking over the phone at night,
Wondering if I found my Miss Right,
Fighting over the larger piece of pizza,
"Gimme dat ya sunaun mummy ko tera Goa wala kissa"
Telling mom everytime " You love him more!!!" and cry,
Drawing her close and then telling her " Someone loves you more re and that's your bhai ".


Mom told me, "Your baby girl is a star in the sky",
So whenever I saw a shooting star I would run to the horizon and look by,
He used to watch from the top and smile,
One day he said to me, "Look around!! Starlets have arrived."
Your love, I think is sufficient for one plus four,
Just as you wanted I give you "MORE"."

I thank you God for such lovely younger sister cousins,
They are five but mischiefs are enough to dazzle a dozen.
Only truth, no lies implied my cherry-pies,
You five are really the apple of my eyes.
By:-
Yours,
"Sonu Bhaiya"

Messages for you this rakhi:-

Shipra Shekhar- You are special in every possible way,
So never doubt youself,okay,
You came and were there for me when I really needed you,
After you came I wished to have sister like you, two,
You never made me feel that I was not your blood,
This feeling can't be expressed in words,
The bond we developed will never die,
However busy I may be with my life,
And certainly not even after I get a wife :-).he he
I am really missing you this Rakhi.
Just Got your card and rakhi.Thank you.

Sneha Shekhar - We don't get to talk that much(thanks to your university for banning cellphones),
But I love you dear too much,
All the best for your life ahead. Get through NET, I wanna see you a scientist.

Snigdha Sukun - Limey !! Now don't ever get afraid of injections,
They are better than catching infections.
Get well soon. Want to see you run like before.
Waiting for your Rakhi!!!

You two are too young to read this. Anyways:-
Sona - Thank you for coming to me this Rakhi. You are the only one near to me at present. Hope you liked the present. This seven year old considers herself as a soap opera star and Sonam kapoor would shy away if she saw her attitude.:-) Good luck Miss India.

Pankhuri- Future Miss Sunita Williams!! Gotto study loads for that. All the best.

A letter to an Egoistic Boss

Dear Dr.(Mr) Egoist,

My heartiest condolences to you after the death of your self-respect whose ghost is haunting you in the form of your infalliable ego.Alas! That could have been saved if you knew what is the difference between self-respect and ego that is same as alive and dead, angel and devil.
Your desire for respect ultimately made you loose your "self-respect" and turn it around in a negative way. You are not realising it at this time but the height your ego has achieved will definitely make you fall one day and then you won't be able to stand up. I know you are a miserable person. Whenever you look around you see yourself surrounded by successful people who have achieved the zenith of achievements that makes your ego crave for the same but you don't know the basic difference between them and yourself - they stand high in the eyes of the people
and you look down upon people so that you may rise above yourself. Sir,a person is great because people make them great. Greatness is never self-proclaimed. I don't know but you should have known this after years of experience and you don't need someone who has just entered the world to make you understand this. Power, prestige and prowess are to be commanded never demanded. If people consider you are really
worth it then you won't have to ask for that.

Anger, the one weapon which everyone uses as food for his ego, never realising what a wolf he is feeding who can eat you up anytime once you let it loose.
But the temporary strength which one feels after that makes him feel good - Ah !!! He has satisfied one of the instincts - the ego instinct.
What power I feel, I can ruin anyone, I have the power, I feel the power, I can crush anyone , I love myself, I hate everyoone else, "Aham Brahmasmi!!!"
The moment you think all this a part inside you will die, the part which is the life force inside you and it is overtaken by another force - the "anti-life" force.
Energy is replaced by energy but thats not all the same. Energy can create and so it has power to destroy also. And that is killing you for sure I know. And even you know this. But you can't see your destruction, coz you yourself proclaim that you can't be destroyed.

Whatever wrong you have done to me, I forgive you for that. I am here just to make you realise what wrong you are doing to yourself. I want you to wake up from your conscious sleep and belief on which you are sleeping over for years now.
I know this letter will hurt you where you hate it the most, your sweet ego, but once you realise it you will achieve the peaceful state of mind which you have desired for so long. You will be really really happy.
You will get whatever you wanted, that will be the rebirth of your self-respect. So stop looking it outside. Look inside yourself.

Expecting some improvement with this medicine,
Yours Intern,
Pritesh

Once it rains.... : To the ever elusive Monsoons

Get into my mind, can you ??
Search my soul, will you ??
Have been searching it for a long long time,
The right path gave me an unwanted shunt,
Can you help me in my treasure hunt??

Can you read my thoughts?
They usually get wary and I get lost.
Hah!!! What an oxymoron I spell aloud,
When I say - "Nah !!!! I am used to walking alone in the crowd."

What has happened to me,
I am not whom I used to be,
I have changed before, have changed for the good,
This time I am resisting change hard, the hardeset I could.

Coz I think I am becoming like you,
Alike,
"A-chord", it strikes,
It was difficult to find my mirror-self,
Harder still is to resist the change now in myself!!

To save few, one has to sacrifice one-self,
Nothing's left with me, somebody please help !!!!
Gave everything, an empty soul,
Waiting for the monsoons to fill the hole,
To imbibe life once again,
It will change -
"Once it rains,
Once it rains,
Once it rains"

Waiting for the monsoons....

by :-
Dr.Pritesh