Sunday, March 22, 2009

Hey guys…this is my story…as the name itself says it’s a potpourri…

So don’t expect it to be like a formal story…it’s just a journey through my life in my eyes…

so let me begin….



The wait is never ending...

The path in front of me

Seems very clumsy...

Confused between

Right and wrong...

A feeling from

Deep inside arises

And questions me...

What does it ask?

I can’t make out...

The questions seem clumsy..

It asks me to decide..

Decide about my life..

But again it asks me to wait..

Wait till I find a clue

To solve my crisscross puzzle...

But the wait seems never ending...

The path in front of me

Seems very clumsy...



Even this scribbling seems clumsy to me after I wrote it…just wrote what came on my mind…So let me tell you my story some other day else you cannot understand my story too…

Sunday, March 15, 2009

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!


--Rudyard Kipling

This is my most loved poem....even though it seems impossible to live like a person described above it fills me with strenth n hope whem i'm too low... it inspires me to take one more chance...one more try....coz i believe - whatever happens - never give up....

Saturday, March 14, 2009

Searched endlessly

for a pure drop of love,

But all i got is deceit.

I tried to open up myself

in different ways...

But everybody made fun

of my feelings.

Here I stand with a

broken heart which still

survives with my

will to live...

Every failure is forgotten...

Every pain fades away...

Teardrops evaporate....

Making way to build up

my life again...

Happy Birthday mom!!!

If given a chance I am not able to pray for a mother better than you. You are a perfect blend of many gifted qualities.You are much more responsible for who am I today than others. You are the first inspiration i look up to....

You are very speial mom - not just to me - but to all your to students whom you love to teach, to all your friends who share a part of their life with you ( and stand beside you when needed), and to all your kith and kin whom you treat with great warmth and to dad who can not survive without you ( I mean it literally). You've that special ability ti move on in life. You are kind enough to forgive (eventhough I repeat some of my mistakes...).You are compassionate to people in trouble ( but the thing is they must be honest, am I right?) - A philanthropist is all i can say.....Love you mom.....