Presidency pasanga

Ended up from different places,
Entirely different surrounding,
Each with different dreams,
Ever one with different aim...
Few were here just to learn,
Few were here to enjoy life,
Few were here to get new friends,
Few were here to lead there families...
The classes that we have bunked,
The parties that we have attended,
The exams that we have copied,
The days that we have spent together...
Birthday treats, canteen tea.
University lunch, pwd chicken rice.
Beach sundal, Ibaco ice cream.
Kfc crushers, McDonald burgers...
I don't wanna miss these things...
I want to start it over again, so that...
I can fulfil my missed out dreams, or else...
I wish my life to end here right now frown emoticon

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Of What ???

Of what shall I write? The cold, the shivering, the blank maze of fog? The pains and misunderstandings, the subdues of relationships? The tales of friendship? The memoirs of happiness? The bulk of lessons, the raining bullets of thought? Peddling legs, weaving dreams? Unspoken words, silent gestures? Hopeful assumptions? Discredited ideals? Of what shall I write when the words dissolve into the depths of blank diaries? Of wasted time? Of vain reveries? Of underrated feelings? Of mainstream discussions? Of ignorance, of vanity, of distinguished personalities? Of what shall I write To you- Of love? Of separation? Of disparities of sitting miles apart? Of what, my love? Of what?

New Year Eve; A Pullback Post...

In times I feel like, I really don't belong to the family I was born and bought up. Life was plain and pleasant till I graduated my High School. Since then I've been making serious decisions on my own every now and then. That has made me the man I am today... "CHAPTER-1" PRESIDENCY (UG LIFE) Yes, the first and foremost of it was joining Presidency in the year 2012. The decision which I initially regretted and finally realised to be the first best decision ever made by me. I didn't have a luxurious class room, Hi5 campus nor hot chicks wandering around. I saw gang wars, bloodshed, strikes and arrests. No college day, no cultural program's, no conference, but we enjoyed every single day of our college life just the way it was. Luckily we had teachers who didn't want us to come to college daily. Usually the college starts at 8.30 for every one, but people like me and Raja used to crawl into the campus around 12 and cooly enter the classroom witho...

Back To Life

I write, when I feel like writing, Nothing intentional, Nor professional, Just like that, I keep writing, Hopping that, someday someone, Who knows nothing about me, Will be able to understand, What I was going through, When I wrote, what they read, The unspoken words of my heart, And the unseen tears of my soul, Will be brought back to life, By the eyes which reads my past….. It’s really hard to remember my past, I always wonder where my memories go, Rarely I find something flashing, Which takes me back to the past, That’s when I decided to lock it down, In the best way that i know, I started writing it down, People around me, found it funny, No problem, im not worried, it’s my life And im happy with the way I live,

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