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ωнєη тнєяє'ѕ gυη-ƒιяє αη∂ вℓαѕтѕ..
ℓινєѕ ωяє¢кє∂ ιη α мα∂-мαηѕ тαѕк..
ιη тнє нυят αη∂ тнє gяιєƒ..
мαηу ¢нιℓ∂яєη вєℓιєνє..
ωє нανє α ¢υяє.....

тнєяє'ѕ ιℓℓηєѕѕ αη∂ ѕσяяσωѕ..
ℓινєѕ ωяє¢кє∂, ησт тσмσяяσωѕ..
ιη тнє нυят αη∂ тнє gяιєƒ..
мαηу ¢нιℓ∂яєη вєℓιєνє..
ωє нανє α ¢υяє.....

ρσℓιтι¢ιαηѕ αη∂ тнєιя ρσℓι¢ιєѕ..
ℓινєѕ ωяє¢кє∂, ηαтισηѕ ρσℓιтι¢ѕ..
ιη тнє нυят αη∂ тнє gяιєƒ..
мαηу ¢нιℓ∂яєη вєℓιєνє..
ωє нανє α ¢υяє.....

ραяєηтѕ тσιℓ αη∂ ѕтяιƒє..
ѕυƒƒєяιηg σтнєя ριтƒαℓℓѕ σƒ ℓιƒє..
ιη тнє нυят αη∂ тнє gяιєƒ..
мαηу ¢нιℓ∂яєη вєℓιєνє..
ωє нανє α ¢υяє.....

Ode To The~~~

Ode To Fallen Warriors...
For They Have Silently Given Theirs...

Ode To Their Mothers..
For Every Day They Continue Giving..
While Sadness And Despair..
Keep Taking..

Ode To The Children..
That Were Left Behind..
With Remnant Memories..
Of The Mom's And Dad's Lives..

Ode To The Babies..
That Were Never Born..
Or The Generations..
That Will Ever See Dawn..

Ode To Loves Lost..
The Music That Will Never..
Be Written..
Played..
Nor Heard..
The Art That Could Have..
Been,
Shared And Given..

The memory remains....

The memory remains....

Are we there yet ? we question ourselves,
standing miles away;
As terror is right on our face -
We are trapped like mice, there is no escape.


Are we so short of humanity ?
Or will WOMD finally show us the spark of our insanity

No difference between our brethren who shares with us our woe?
Or are we all now, kin and friend, all each others foe?


Ruthless men play with weapons of death
Amidst the tears and pain
Vanishing hopes -----in this dark sultry night,
God knows who's to gain??


And so when the ashes fade
From the heroes pyre
When the tears do dry
All that's left is an eternal fire

Almost burnt out almost gone
But still smoldering on....

Another night passes by ...
And the mockery of the fallen goes on



And even after the brave beat death,
They still have what's left of a frown...
But life doesn't take much,
To make you believe that you can live on,
Even if it means your kindred lay dead,
And that its others who make your life a song...
Its upto you to make life good or bad,
Wherein with every tear,
Its not only you who's sad...

Will one fight be solved by a bomb ?
Or do we stand and gawk ..sunset till black dawn


Dwelt cities turn into graveyards,
Death message spreads like -- a foggy ghost.
People tremble with fear in the starless night
Shadows cast , with reflections from the past.


Sometimes I think... are we still Human?
Since God created us to be with big a brain,
See how we are battering the intelligence and humanity.
Oh what shame!!
Let we be the change,
Join hands to spread the message clean and clear,
Come on up! all you sleeping people, do not fear.
This world am sure is full of good souls,
And yes we have the power to diminish all that's foul.


It's darkened,it's all round,
It storms my veins,
And I see how I have spent too many days like this.
That leaves me with two choices,
...Get stronger or get weaker.

The guilty boy, now ready to be burnt at stake
For the crimes his masters did promise him to make
For his religion for his brethren for his god's own sake

These are cowards disguised as martyrs
Who slaughter innocent people;leaving the rest abandoned n' cold
Terror must be beaten back
But the government doesn't seem to know how to counter attack.

To watch a city ...nay her people burn
Of what their faith says is of no concern
For all religion without exception i hope will make us learn
That there is no greater sin, no morbid insanity
Than doing away with love and burning away humanity.....


What happened that day
26th of November - a wednesday
the day when Mumbai was turned upside down
and terrorists blowed up the entire town
men, women, children - none did they spare
and the politicians - did they care??
bombs were blasted, bullets - fired
but the terrorists weren’t tired
many a hundred men died
and others who lived - cried
peace came soon after
but for a long time, there was no laughter
and though the wounds inflicted on the Taj will soon disappear
one thing is crystal clear
till the time we begin to live as one
only one thing can govern us - the gun…

But death is only a threat when one fears,
Be strong and chase the impending doom,
Strong as we stand, together,
Though we know not what lies ahead
With the question in mind, are we there yet?






And I hope anyone who reads this will not turn away
It is now your turn to give your mind and heart a say


[this is the part when u roll up your sleeves [yea thats you !]
and write/draw/DO!!! something ]

....plz cmmnts ...pleeezzz....

Defeat!

“What do you want? Get out of here!!!!!!! Aaaaaaaaaargh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
The pain was stinging me. He strangulated me, choking me down!
I couldn’t breathe! I needed air. I knew I had little time…every second was taking me closer to death!!
His grip tightened…
I couldn’t speak anymore.
I tried to reach out, but my hands wouldn’t move.
I felt my heartbeat slower down…I was moving towards the white light!
Wait!!!
I couldn’t give up so easily! My parents, friends needed me!
I couldn’t let Him kill me that effortlessly!
“No you bastard! I won’t let you do this!”
I suddenly felt my strength flow back into me…
I held His hands and started to fight back! I knew I could do this!
I knew He was losing the battle!
I felt my soul coming back into me…
I opened my eyes…I saw the doctor smile back at me!

On The Hill...




The sun did not rise that day,
Not over the crowded rooftops and the narrow lane.
All trapped within that wall of fear ,that unholy mesh ,
For fear of cold lead, of dogs and beasts craving for man-flesh.
From those spared to the ones taken to kill,
This I saw upon the hill...



In fear of days to come some hid,
Under roof,floor and piano lid.
No more games this is war,
Come out ...come out where ever you are....
They spared no brick,no home, no bone nor broken will,
This I saw upon the hill...



They shot them down limb from limb and let the blood flow,
Caring not for their sins defiling the virgin snow.
For the grey clad beast shot on and on, having not a soul to sell,
When you saw that face you have heard death's own knell.
Gathering fuel to burn in the beast's own mill,
This I saw upon the hill...



Amongst the carnage and those that bled,
Tottered the little one caped in red.
She cared for no race wanted no fear,
Wanting ever only the one's she held dear.
I hoped against hope for this little Jill,
This I hoped upon the hill...

"if its abstract, let it b, if there's confusion, let it show...if there's turmoil, let it flow..."
-Krittika Mondal

The Fallen's lay

From the beginning of time his trusted friend

Created to love and worship and in turn to defend

His creation, his image now we must bow

Among the highest in the light, now the fallen foe 

Cast down your crown and your arrogance

Now the morning star hath lost its brilliance

We leave with vengeance to trip and sway 

Your creation from all that is just and the true way 

For you have cast your wrath on  us until we fade away ...

The problem known as the Seven Bridges of Könisberg:

The city of Königsberg, Prussia was set on the Pregel River, and included two large islands which were connected to each other and the mainland by seven bridges. The problem is to decide whether it is possible to follow a path that crosses each bridge exactly once and returns to the starting point...

anybody?

Haikus

A few Haikus i made...

For all those who are new to 'Haikus', they are originally Japanese, written in 3 lines having 5-7-5 syllables in the 1st,2nd and 3rd line respectively. For more info, check out Wikipedia- http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Haiku

The wind is blowing, making the tree sway about, But it stays rooted.

A flint lights the room ,But suddenly the wind blows, The room is on fire...

Oil and water mixed, Can make rainbows on the ground, Then why search the skies?

Dreams, should not be kept,
‘coz they don’t always belong.
Like birds, they’d just fly…

The wind blows fiercely,
Gushes through me as I stand,
Proves my hollowness!

True Beauty!

They say the world is beautiful,
But, alas! I would never know…
The smells and sounds always please me,
My senses play with me and tease me!
In a world so full of absolute blackness,
Where my life goes on albeit with slackness,
I’m told, there are wonders to be seen,
& places to be where no one has been…
It sure seems to be beautiful,
But alas! I would never know!!!

They say the world is beautiful,
I doubt I’d ever find out!
The music of the stream sounds refreshing,
& the water toys with me as its gushing!
The birds fly by and sing to me,
just as pleased to be alive as I can ever be!
What is day and, and what is night, the difference I’d never know
& perhaps, I might never be able to watch nature grow.
Yet, my life gives me happiness enough
Even though my vision rests in a handcuff!
They say the world is beautiful,
& I will search the depths to find out…

They say the world is beautiful,
To me, beauty is different…
Beauty lies, not in the eyes
But in the soul of those, even as blind as mice
It’s what you truly are, rather than what you claim to be,
That shows through you, even to those who cannot see
& yes, I know what beauty truly is!
For in the world of Braille, your soul is hard to miss.
& if they say the world is beautiful,
I say yes, but to me beauty is different!

heya, jus sum random post! hope its not too bad! n thanx peegee! :D

On the occasion of All souls day....

Fear not this life for all its sorrows and pain,

For whilst you have your family and friends you struggle not vain.

For it is in them you would bestow every breath ...

For love is beyond comprehension of man's wealth.

An only gift by the one we call kind,

God our creator:soul,body and mind.

Inetresting question...

You know how in life, many of us dont convey our feelings to our near and dear ones ...and then we wait for the end moment wen the dude is on his death bed to say ur sorry and such ...

we do the entire shok sabha thing at the funeral saying how good the person was ...

How  do  you picture your funeral?[as in who all wud be present there...wot do u xpect them to say n such...]

dedicated to the lads and lasses of BPCL colony ...

Tis a festival of sounds and of many coloured lights

Of diyas and rassi bomb fights. 

Walking around n around, 

Taking in every light and sound. 

Friendship and joy hath been discovered, 

Many treasures lost recovered . 

not much of a poem,hope it aint a literary crime,

hey atleast it rhymes...

Happy Diwali

Pax V

I will always be in debt of comic strips for a huge amount of snorting laughs and gags i've had in my life.........so,....following an uncommon trend i give u ......The Misadventures Of SARCASTIC MAN !!!.....ghinghinghinnnnnnnn...

one of the very few paintings im proud of...............the DARK KNIGHT ladies and gentlemen!

  If u went to space and looked down on Earth do you see boundaries? ...then why r we so hell bent on making walls which we cannot see......

The lady justice without eyes in the land of spice,

a land full of crescent moons,of om's and christ,

A land so plentiful of people as much as the grains of sand in the hourglass we call time,

We live together ,perspire together,to earn our dough and dime.

Call us not by our faith,not even by our names,for these are given to us and yet are not our own,

We be sons and daughters of the same mother "we be of one blood ye and I!"

Make us not blind with your tooth for a tooth and an eye for an eye...

Burn we shall the weeds of discord ye has sown!

Fear! fire! foes! 

Or so the old cry goes...

Burn down our  temples ,mosques and churches,

Looters, plunderers singing your drunken dirges!

From the south,the north, the east and the west,

Why do you see us different for the words we speak,

Are not we of the same red blood living with the same breath and zest!

Differ us not on the path we seek...

The path is one, it leads to humanity

Plague us not ,leave us be !!!Insanity.... 

initially i thot this wud be only a blog for a class ...from agnels wanting to vent out their angst ....
but ...i guess there's just too much of that angst goin around ...and lotta ppl wanna talk out ...
tho i thot about making it a common blog for all ya guys out der ....
lemme know ....
paxV

BDAY

SEINFELD Episode no. 84 "The Fire"

Jerry's stand-up: To me, the thing about birthday parties is that the first birthday party you have and the last birthday party you have are actually quite similar. You know, you just kinda sit there...you're the least excited person at the party. You don't even really realize that there is a party. You don't know what's goin' on. Both birthday parties, people have to kinda help you blow out the candles, you can't do it...you don't even know why you're doing it. What is this ritual? What is going on? It's also the only two birthday parties where other people have to gather your friends together for you. Sometimes they're not even your friends. They make the judgement. They bring 'em in, they sit 'em down, and they tell you - 'these are your friends! Tell them thank you for coming to my birthday party.'

 this in many ways defines  my total incomprehension of bdays and hence lack of understanding whence it cometh to celebrating my own bday!

but anyways  in very short words define my bday gone by[yes ppl no treat blah!]

T' was   a day of festivities ,

A day of visarjan, a day of assignment complexitiies.

It was a sunday ,a holy day , the sabbath day ,the day of rest ,

But old men like me we go to church in a squabbling car,trying to look your peaceful best.

Coming back I sat to write my holy sermons of production process and the complicated tailstock,

Always interrupted with a great frequency by the relatives and their bestwishes mock!

Alas friends I had from afar who had come from greivious battels such as mid sems and submission,

Through blast of bomb and the unruly crowd I wanted to meet them ,I made it my holy mission!

No treat none at all I told them ,come still for ol' time sakes!

We talked and gawked at the festivities, ah me! 'man' a creation that gawd only makes!

A cake and 4 kadai chicken rolls  such was the banquet 

We left to meet another friend  making us an unruly quartet!

We had fun and more, more than such useless words can put to measure,

Such was my bday quite useless,but 1 which I will always treasure.

Synergy -08

For those of you who were under the impression that we were listening.....

 24 hours in a day ,

From the time I sleep,

Till the time I lay.

I cry,I try ,I fry ,

As my time goes by.....

I keep getting what I need,

But not what I want.

So sick of this race and greed,

Which makes us cold&pale& gaunt!

NO MORE!!!! No more of this rat race!

Sick and tired ,I wanna run at my own pace!!!!!

From wheel on ground and ship in space,

Man's wise mind or a mad scientists craze,

Why oh why!! do we keep running around in our minds own maze.

Stop looking at the signs!!!

Dear bretheren read between the lines!!!!!!

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ahoy!

wot a day man agnels faces ....shalom drummer boy n stuff ..ny agnelite who missed it has missd out a lot...

nyways ...ny1 from agnels who is reading this ....

was planing on writing smthng for agnels[yea i know we got enf on the platter in d form of assignments...but u know wot i mean ...]

oh ...im in my 3rd sem right now...and a couple of us guys ...had a kind of a revalation...u knoow the one that strikes us wen the only thing in ur brain is a glass of chai and banpav ...chini knows wot im saying...]

nyways ...we wer planing on writing [a more accurate term wud have been dish out ..the behind the foyer occurences like kisne kiska mobile churaya ...n lil stuff like tht but also smthng like agnels :a history...u kow things which happend b4 our time ...highly ambitious ..but ..yea woteva neava mind...

woteva neva mind......

This blog is a mistake

so is life....