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What is the meaning of
life, what do we all live for,
All Sailors on board, this be the promised land.
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
Thursday, September 20, 2012
Love in disguise
An infinite sky, billions of
people, still a myriad of emotions for that one person who doesn’t even care!
Our heart flies aimlessly like a kite, rising high in the sky, looking for its
destination. Still our mind wanders from place to place for a glimpse of that
person we barely know. Is it the dimples in his cheeks or stars in his eyes or
that soft curl of hair that gently touches his brow that is so charming? Those
awkward cum awesome moments of sheer thrill when our heart simply forgets to
beat and there is a rush of adrenaline like never before. The feeling of
walking on the clouds with the wind whizzing past and humming sweet notes
gently into our ears. This feeling, if nothing more than the after effects of a
hangover is equally intoxicating.
But is this what is love? Is he the knight in shining armor ready to rescue his damsel in distress?
I believe love is a feeling much above all this. It is when we share our little secrets with a friend and we fight for him. It is when we get mad at him and still forgive him after everything that happened. Sometimes in the hustle bustle of daily life we tend to miss that one person who is always by our side. That one person who laughs at us every time we do something stupid.That one person who’ll do anything just to cheer us up when sad.
He silently hides in the veil of friendship as our guardian angel. He so wishes to be our lover but what if he ends up losing a wonderful friend. So, caught up in this spiral of love and friendship, there he stands silently wishing that for once we could see through his eyes and feel the same way as he does. True Love is not selfish and it is not about getting the person we love. It’s the feeling that no matter what goes wrong in life, that person will still be beside us. No matter how many beautiful faces or charming people we come across everyday, it is the momentary joy of having a brief glimpse of that person that provides warmth to our soul just as the Winter Sun.
-Ravleen Chawla, 2nd year
But is this what is love? Is he the knight in shining armor ready to rescue his damsel in distress?
I believe love is a feeling much above all this. It is when we share our little secrets with a friend and we fight for him. It is when we get mad at him and still forgive him after everything that happened. Sometimes in the hustle bustle of daily life we tend to miss that one person who is always by our side. That one person who laughs at us every time we do something stupid.That one person who’ll do anything just to cheer us up when sad.
He silently hides in the veil of friendship as our guardian angel. He so wishes to be our lover but what if he ends up losing a wonderful friend. So, caught up in this spiral of love and friendship, there he stands silently wishing that for once we could see through his eyes and feel the same way as he does. True Love is not selfish and it is not about getting the person we love. It’s the feeling that no matter what goes wrong in life, that person will still be beside us. No matter how many beautiful faces or charming people we come across everyday, it is the momentary joy of having a brief glimpse of that person that provides warmth to our soul just as the Winter Sun.
-Ravleen Chawla, 2nd year
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
The Meaning of life
What is the meaning of
life, what do we all live for,
Is it money, is it love, or is it peace of mind?
Is there a purpose to our lives on this little
blue planet,
Is it something that we’ll ever find?
I do not know what is to become of our lives,
Or what shall be our fate.
But I do know one thing as sure as hell,
That we’ll never find an answer at this rate.
For we humans are too callous, too cunning, and too
cheap,
We fight petty wars over religion and land.
But in truth all the things we’ve achieved so far,
Are nothing but shifty footprints on dry sand.
I do not know where in lies the meaning,
Or even if such a thing exists.
But I feel myself closer to the answer,
Every time the human spirit persists.
So let us not forget one thing no matter what,
It’s not about the money, or the times you
fornicate.
It’s about the times you’ve loved and lost,
And then learned to live yet again.
-Nitin Davessar, 3rd year
To look forward to what will be
I try to keep my mind from dreaming,
For I am afraid of what I'll see.
Scared of the truth, the cuts of memory,
I'm hiding from what has become of me.
Blissful blooming years passed by,
Blissfully burning down my mind.
What was left of a dream faded black,
A meagre mirage if faith was left to find.
All the memories we held so close,
Were lost in the ruins of the bloom.
To think it all happened before I passed,
Is a loss of time and thought.
To be and do what we were meant to,
Is to forget what was,
To live what is,
And to look forward to what will be.
Much can happen in a moment,
The sum of happiness in our lives,
The measure of sadness in our souls,
Can all be just a moment.
The flutter of wings of a soulful butterfly,
The blink of a teary eye,
The beat of a broken heart,
So small but yet so strong.
The swayed thoughts of a sunken man,
The disturbed nights he's kept awake,
Account for his fortune and fate.
For with more the pleasure comes more the pain.
We tend to do what we don't fear.
We never dare venture into the unknown,
For we can never know what’s far or near.
This is how we were sown.
Never to question what we don't understand,
Never to stand against what isn't in our hand,
Never to believe that what is to come,
Depends on what is.
And to live without that fear,
Is to forget what was,
To live what is,
And to look forward to what will be.
-Syed Salik Basharat, 1st year
Sunday, September 16, 2012
The Red Dance
Crouched at the floor,
next to the solid silver sliver of light,
Resting on her haunches,
arched foot, pointed slight.
Her head bowed down, as if
in prayer,
Her muscles tense, back
hunched, a professional slayer.
As the titling music,
diffuses into the silent night,
Not a breath escapes the
hungry audience with eyes alight.
Some perspiring with
growing apprehension,
Some twitching with
pumping adrenaline.
As the first beat hits her body,
Forcing life into her lithe and slender being;
godly.
She straightens hips swaying, to her full
height,
Caressing the pole, till she’s on her tippy
toes stretched tight.
Gliding languidly away from the pole,
She finally rewards her onlookers with her
face whole,
Piercing silver eyes and full blood red mouth,
Her body dipped in dew from north to south.
Some sit up straight, some drop their jaws,
Some go into a trance, some extend their
claws.
As her spell, slowly descends on them like a
shroud,
The club now holds a crowd so unlike a crowd.
With a black leather corset, and fishnet
stockings,
Her pale limbs stand out, the contrast
shocking.
She spins back towards her metal dance mate,
Gripping him with her thighs, she hoists up
her entire weight.
With her legs wrapped around the pole, her
hands fly free,
She arches backwards, like the branches of a
tree.
Her body at ease, not a hint of strain,
Her obsidian hair falling parallel to the
pole, like rain.
Both her hands then grip the pole,
As she unclasps her thighs, the floor meets
her sole.
With her back to the spectators, she now
kisses the iron rod,
The two wrapped around each other, like lovers
caught.
Turning to face her admirers, the pole pressed
against her back,
Her expression carries a hint of a smile, as
her hands so slack.
Then reaching above her head, she grasps the
post,
And proceeds to slide down slowly; the
succubus’s ghost.
As her fingers pass over the kiss stain on the
metal staff,
A red smudge forms capturing half the eyes,
and her, the other half.
Making her journey back up, she turns her face
slight,
Her hands make their way down her body, as she
stands upright.
Standing with her legs apart, her chin and
lower neck meet,
With one hand touching the pole, her luscious
hair falls like a sheet.
Then she begins to slowly circle the metal
shaft,
Her feather light touches, working like
witchcraft.
As she finishes a round, the music changes,
The beats quicken, the audience’s expression
ranges.
Signalling the end of the show, she begins to
descend,
On reaching the ground, for the last time her
body bends.
Crouched at the floor, next to the solid
silver sliver of light,
Resting on her haunches, arched foot, pointed
slight.
Her head bowed down, as if in prayer,
Her muscles tense, back hunched, a
professional slayer.
Suddenly as the music stops, the stage goes
dark,
Then the lights come back, sans girl and her
red mark.
All that remains is now a deserted metal pole,
Collective breaths are let out by every single
soul.
Some sit still, some look dazed,
Some look lost in an unending maze.
The few that managed to gather their wits,
Frantically look around for exits.
But one or two determined ones, snag the
bartender,
Shower him with questions, pleas, threats to
surrender.
They demand information, they demand to know
her,
A chance to see that again, a chance to hold
her.
Shaking his head, the burly man reaches for
the dirty rag,
With a smoke in his other hand, he then takes
a long drag.
Smirking at their naivety, he mutters “Mate,
no chance”,
For you just witnessed, The Red Dance.
As the first beat hits her body,
Gliding languidly away from the pole,
-Sanjana Jain, 3rd year
Friday, September 14, 2012
Acme
"I'm alive at last; and I'm full of joy." - Benjamin
Barker
Night and day in my reverie
But a constant has there been.
And in you I did confide
Whilst I was sweetly belied.
Everything malicious of you
I made believe were imagined
The tenacity of my faith
Twisting the way I perceived
As a fool to be wrapped
In an oblong box
To be taken from the shelf
As you play along.
A fickle child so naïve
Knowing not of your ways
As a demon in the corner
Cauterizing my stitches.
There's no denying you've
Not been an angel;
Or ever bolstered me
In the acme of my diffidence.
And yet today I feel that
You are no one, and nothing.
Beclouded by your eminence
And the brevity of your bliss
Yet in your presence, I
Believed I'd found myself.
But a fool to be thrown
In that smothering box
Still a promise to start over
And assume I'm breathing.
Over your callousness, I'm jaded
And sickened by this transience.
This isn't me, the destroyer.
It is time I learned letting go.
And forever in friendships
I aver, lie disparities.
But in their coexistence,
I postulate, lies intimacy.
Had our angels prevailed;
As in our advent, we'd be.
And I regret not this schism
Because I know it's best for me.
So split me open, crop me out
Impugn me for our mess
Vindicate me, apologize
Or abase me for our fate.
Do what you will, know that
It is on this dirge that I dance.
I denounce this vicarious life.
It is very difficult to see;
And yet now, I believe in me.
For today from your fences I’m
Digging my ways out.
-Aviral Kulsreshtha, 1st year
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