A free verse

Inside me,
a boiling rage,
against all 'things' done and all 'words' said.

Inside me,
an imprisoned voice,
not afraid to speak aloud thoughts.

Inside me,
an unknown fear,
of confronting the past-the unfiltered past.

Inside me,
a building apprehension-
hesitating in approaching you,
for I've not righted my wrongs (yet)

Same inside me,
a burning ache,
to hold thee and to be held by thee.

Inside me,
an unshed tear; a suppressed laugh,
searching reason for their existence.

Inside me,
myriad thoughts and expressions,
unable to find words.

And inside me,
a complacent acceptance,an acknowledgment
of who and what I am.

cribbings....part 2

'Confusion' has become a permanent stable state and seldom there occurs a transition to that other quasi stable state.(This proves I've read monostable multivibrators yesterday.Its volatile and I hope I'll retain it at least till my sems-that being the sole reason of studying)

Anyways not here to discuss multivibrators.I am confused(as always and tell me who isn't?)

There's a quote in my room(handwritten and put by me) which reads:

"You have to do what you have to do,to do what you want to do."
-The Great Debaters

And I was wondering and its so damn confusing.I don't know what I want to do(as in I'm not sure whether that's the best/right thing for me).I don't know what I don't want to do(as in whether/if I can, will I be happy?).A few days ago my younger sis brought up the topic of NFTE.I hadn't heard of such an abbreviation related to engg. means I know of red dots,black dots etc. but NFTE....no idea.So she clarified-NFTE stands for Not Fit for Technical Education and its a certificate issued by university.
I cried foul....I've not yet been awarded that.And its no surprise that my siblings agreed.I definitely deserve that.There's still hope-I have another year left :)

Of all ages this hell of economic depression/recession had to befall on us.As one of my frnd says-'we' are the 'choosen one.'

Dearth of jobs....sadly no dearth of expectations(others)-level hasn't lowered even.

What are we gonna do?????No Idea.

I tried to talk/reason with ma about this great economic recession and she repeated the same thing over again that getting a job won't matter to someone who knows her studies(and it means me!!!wow!).Good joke.I don't know how I'm gonna explain this to her that I suck in all subjects(correction:subjects suck) and I've screwed almost all my papers(barely managed to clear) and the fact that I don't regret(really nish ???) any of it.

I've no idea where this post is going....better I stop before it becomes a pathetic "Dear Diary" one.

P.S:I love my dear diary.

Farewell to seniors

This one finds an entry 'cos I've spent d last few days googling on the title and failed to find a satisfying result.
We started out on an electronix note (Teachers pls consider this when u r conducting viva next tym :).We surely hoped to make an impression(selfish motive)!) -

For our seniors-

Some of ur qualities got amplified,
Some got attenuated,
You bore everything wid a negative resistivity,
Our relationship will stay,undoubtedly a Time Invarient System,
We hope..no we'll just try(against all odds) to be ur delayed version
And finally we hope ur future will be a ramp output or a full wave rectifier output.

(Di came up wid the above in record time (love u,think tank) and asked me to rhyme it which I didn't/couldn't 'cos I didnt have time/I didn't bother.I (just) read it.Anyways can't resist the temptation of putting it down here!)

So,here are a few ideas (for those whose life depends on google and wiki!)

>> slide show(this one's a must and really steals the show,reliving memories-we'd included some funny and uncensored ones :))

>> shayari or poem which includes everybody's name(we missed this one...S to blame)

>> confession/Thanks?Farewell hour:They get to share/confess/offer thanks anything ....

>> choices of songs-you get easily in yahoo answers:

English:

Time Of Your Life - Greenday
Seasons In The Sun - Westlife
Goodbye - Spice Girls
Best Days of My Life - Jesse McCartney
My Sacrifice - Creed
My Wish - Rascal Flatts

Hindi:(the usual stuff)

Kabhi alvida na kehna(old is gold!)
I gonna miss my college days
Yaaron dosti....(kk)
Purani Jeans aur Guitar
Hum rahen ya na rahe(indian idol !)
Ye pal hume yaad ayenge(Fame Gurukul)
Kaash ye pal tham jaaye(Jal)
Happy days(I know its not hindi!!!)

>> had dem fill out a form with questions like best dressed,bookworm of the batch,chatter-box of the batch,mr cool etc(The prizes for each category was innovative-credit to hostel gals :)-like chatter box got a cello tape,best smile got a close-up,miss photogenic got a mirror etc...)

Most of these were undoubtedly cliches...but we really had a gr8 time 2day...because the best thing was emotions and feelings were genuine and sincere.(and we put up an honest effort 2day)

To all my seniors-we really are gonna miss you!!

Adieu.


PS:I didn't do any work!Here its 'we' as in our whole branch.