my prerogative

No tears
No fears
No aims
No games
No fame
No name
No shame
No thought
Nothing I ever got
No smiles
Not even for a while
No respect
No-dont expect
No rhymes
No chymes
No gains
No rains
Nothing ,
Nothing now pains.

Words4ever !

I wonder how did that come to my mind. Nothing's forever.No words. No deeds. No relations. Nothing - and yet we use this word more than often to realize its hollowness.

Pretty philosophical ...huh! nahhhhhhh....

Just the usual minor's time.No particular reason why I came back here. I just wanted to check whether I remembered the passord to this account and BINGO ! I did. Its funny how I remember most things which do not fetch me marks . Rest all I tend to forget, like all the formulaes in my paper.If I was the person who was leading this education institute I would change the pattern of paper from rattofication to that of understanding and enjoyment.But I am not and I rather not be.

Guess what ! I have just entered this comp center and as usual forgot that it is a saturday and I am being asked to logout. Phew!

Hy but wait! I just found another thing that I forget which does not get me marks.

For the rest lets hope Zindagi rocks!

Here I am starting from cipher as Sifar.

Tonight was the last event for the EDLC (English debate and Literary Club)-a club for which I had been the hostel representative for the last two semesters. It was a memorable and learning experience for me on the whole.I have met the best people I have ever known through this club.Working together as a team ,a small group of 10 -11 people was wonderful ,specially when none of those have a single trait in common-all absolutely different with qualities of their own .

Well ,I was really relaxed after the event was over and planned to write a post on it (EDLC and the treasured memories) until I read one of my friend's testimonial for another of my friend.Rewind to my school days.

Back in Sophia we had a very strong group of about 12 girls -all great friends .But after we changed our streams we slightly grew out of touch .Parul ,Aki and I for some weird reasons which we still can't figure out opted to take Maths and hence the choice of engineering followed.We were together into all our endeavours and the disasters that followed .I guess we had our share of wild crazy things that we accomplished as a trio.

Parul is one of those who are born jokers .They just dont have to do anything -i.e try hard at making people laugh.She has this contagious attitude that spreads giggles and smiles and laughter. Most of the times she gets her timely comments direct on target but when she doesn't she gets pathetic -though in both situation she remains the most amusing person on earth.
Aki is this chirpy girl next-door who will laugh to tears ,carry all her baggage of her past with her ,discuss every possible - smallest of the smallest (consider an encounter (a simple hi for a fraction of second) with sm person X -) she makes them seem like events and (this one really amuses me) connects a mental list of all things yet not told to another mental list of all people yet not caged .(She doesnt read my blog..that's good for me)...and what not .Together we were the most complimentary association of three ppl which supplemented each other in the best possible way.

Well I am posting here a testimonial that Parul wrote for Aki ,one of her bad bad writings I have read in a long long time.By the way,otherwise she writes pretty well .But the poem full of errors and stupid fit-in rhymes (Consider the last lines....the most desperate of attempts I have ever seen at rhyming ) is one which refreshed my memories and would have moved me to tears if I would have been in the mood to -but you know I am not -I am over with all the duties as an EDLC Rep !Thus the tata
But seriously speaking these lines describe our trio in an excellent way-

AND I QUOTE

"those were days chirpy and colourful
those memories r saved in heart n r wonderful
innocence childhood
and yet we were on edge of yoof
we have shared our tedy years
and walked together thru girlhood
our topics changed from soft toys to boys...
all naughtiness of a kid
to juvenille young gals bliss .....
she has been there since years near me
the trio is still entwined n may be it always
i pray to thee!!!
ritu aki u r special in heart
n yeah i don think ne hunk can play ur part.... ;- )
remember the years we fought we disagreed
then we grew to face complexities of deeds
career ambitions success failure all
was that we had gone thru together...
butneva cd nethin tear u apart..
i know inspite of nethin we did neva depart....
my sweet days r lonely incomplete without u two
we have entered new lives ..
with relations bonds totally new
but still we are blended in a string
very strong

how we laughed at each oda yet neva sarcastic....
how we ate everythin whether food or plastic
how we transformed from tomboys to gals
delicate n decent
n material for chums
we have together also tolerated ppl
who were friends but u no how they were....
n still moved on to be a support
n yeah to each oda submitted life's also reports
my golden times my uncontrollable laughters
my innocent tears
my stupid desires
our wonderful dreams
all we have shared
friends in life r many
but nappy ones r rare...................."

UNQUOTE

Actually I would have loved to put in my inputs and change some parts of this poem ,but I think that would have taken away a lot from what this poem brings back to me - a refreshing and rejuventaing breeze of friendship from the past.

Tata

I have believed through out my life that at any given point ,no matter how much screwed everything might seem ,there is an inherent freedom of choice that man has been given as his birth right.I call it freedom because though the choices on their own might not be the most liberating of things ,but you are always free to choose one path or the other or either to choose the given path or to not to choose it.

This brings in a sense of security for what reasons I am unclear ,perhaps ,because this room in which I stand always has a door out of it -it is not closed with stones and bricks on all its four sides.

You know ,we find it comfortable and satisfactory to assume the concept of infinity ,basically because man is a creation who is afraid of knowing his limits.Once there is a limit to his imagination ,in this case the universe -time ,space and beyond-there is a limitation which has been imposed on him -which is one thing he can never agree to -just like an animal which will never like to be caged.

Though the concept of choice in some situations provides us with rather limited options,but the fact that we have the power to choose even if it is between the limited options satisfies our human ego.

Well ,the post was not supposed to be on this philosophy ,rather it was supposed to drive home the point that the choices made,the decision taken , the thoughts encountered are all very important in deciding the character one builts and the course his/her life shall follow.This seems like a moral science lecture

Today morning when I got up at 7:45 I had a choice of attending the 8'o clock class or bunking it ,much easily lying on my cosy bed ;but only for my alarm clock -room mate who unluckily had taken more sleep than needed and I thought it was better to complete the rest of my sleep in the sleepy class than in my fully awakened room.Once there I had the choice of sitting in the front row or taking my favorite backbench-then the choice of putting my head down and sleeping or looking into the eyes of the professor and sleeping.Ditto next class with the important modification of the choice between reading a novel or the spicy newspaper.Then I had an assignment to submit -still I had the choice of completing in one of the lectures in an hour break after my 2nd class or at the eleventh hour -in the lunch break of 1 hour or then not submitting it at all .It so happens that eleven is my favourite number.

My life is full of choices at every point -and why just mine-it is the same for everyone.All around I see people taking decisions on their careers ,their extra-curriculars ,their love life ,their family matters ,friends ,habits and what not.All showing that everyone of them has plenty of options .

A judge has an option - of standing for what is right or for what people might consider right or simply being wrong on his part.The judge enjoys his position because he has options.Any person with more options is in a better position at that moment of choice,but I believe ,its only for that moment,after he has made his choice, he gets equal with those who had a lesser number of choice-after that he can be judged looking back and judging his judgement -his choice.So though all of us have the power to decide at some point of time ,but still we are answerable to the choices we make.

A seeker of justice has an option to stand up and question what has been imposed on him/her or not to.Acceptance or denial of mistakes is another choice.Keeping opinions is another choice.Choosing the man/woman you wish to spend your rest of life with is one of the crucial choices-though this might be an arbitary term 'crucial ' no situation is unimportant enough not to be crucial.Like it might be a crucial decision ,if at this junction I decide not to share all my precious thoughts with all you sleeping ,irregular visitors to my blog.....hm..... choices make up life - life is a choice .