Gone are the best days of my life…….

ADIEU: to the best days of my

life Gone are the days……
When the school reopened in June
And we settled in our new desks and benches.
When we queued up in book depot
And got our new books and notes.
When we wanted two Sundays and no Mondays,

Managed to line up daily for the school and the lords prayers.
We learnt writing with chalks and pencils, and
Progressed To fountain pens and ball pens and then micro tips.
We began drawing with crayons and evolved to
Colour pencils then sketch pens and finally water colour.

We started calculating first with tables and then with
Log tables and advanced to calculators and computers.
When we chased one another in the corridors in
Intervals, and returned to the classrooms drenched in sweat
When we had lunch in third period in classrooms, corridors,
Playgrounds, under the trees and even in cycle shed.
When all the colours in the world,
Decorated the campus on the Second Saturdays,Christmas nativity plays and founders days.

When a single P.T. period in the week’s Time Table,Was awaited more eagerly than the monsoons.
When cricket was played with writing pads as bats,and Neckties and socks rolled into balls.
When few played “kabadi” and “Kho-Kho” in scorching sun,and football in dreazy rains.
While others simply played “book cricket”,”pen fight” in the confines of classroom.
Of fights but no conspiracies,
Of Competitions but seldom jealousy.

When we used to watch Live Cricket telecast,
In the opposite house common rooms in Intervals and Lunch breaks.
When few rushed at 1:45 to “Conquer” window seats in our School bus.
While few others had “Big Fun”, “Chock-o-bar”,”kulfi ice”,”dholka” and “Pepsi”
At 2:00 Clock.

Gone are the days Of Sports Day, and the annual School Day,
And the one-month long preparations for them.
Gone are the days Of the stressful Quarterly,
Half Yearly and Annual Exams, And the most enjoyed holidays after them.

Of tenth and twelfth standards, when we Spent almost the whole year Writing revision tests(thank god it’s over).

We learnt, we enjoyed, we played, we won, we lost,
We laughed, we cried, we fought, we thought
With so much fun in them, so many friends,
So much experience, all this and more.
Now we don’t have time to say a HI.
Gone are the days when we played games on the road on BANDH DAYS.
Now we code on the road with laptop…………….

Gone are the days when we saw stars shining at night.
Now we see stars when our code doesn’t work.
Gone are the days when we sat to chat with friends on grounds with guitar in hand.
Gone are the days where we studied just to pass.
Now we study to save our job……………………….

Gone are the days where we had no money in our pockets
and fun filled on our hearts
Now we have the ATM as well as credit card but with an empty heart
Gone are the days where we shouted on the road.
Now we don t shout even at home
Gone are the days where we got lectures from all.
Now we give lectures to all… like the one I’m doing now....

Gone are the days
But not the memories, which will be
Lingering in our hearts for ever and ever and Ever and ever and
NO MATTER HOW BUSY YOU ARE,DON’T FORGET TO LIVE THE LIFE THAT STILL EXISTS.
IT WONT BE THERE FOR EVER……….
DA GIFT OF LIFE IS LIFE IT SELF……………….god bless.

amIT singh
second yr IT
MANIT,BHOPAL
17^th oct 2007 22:32
this piece is one of the closest to my heart miss my school days…miss S.P.M.S the most

A LETTER TO PARIS: FROM BELOVED FAN

How are you? Firstly, I would like to say that I am writing this letter in pink because Wikipedia tells me it’s your favorite color. I know the last few months have been really tough on you, and I am therefore writing this letter to tell you that I am on your side.
Ever since your jail sentence was announced, people in America have been celebrating with unprecedented fervor. I know you have no idea what the last two words of the previous sentence meant, so let me put it in simpler words —- Most Americans hate you. And to quote your famous words of wisdom, “That is so not hot”.

Every time I watch Jay Leno or Conan O’Brien on T.V., they make a cheap joke about you, and the audience claps as though it were the first time they realized that they had the ability to make noise with their hands. Who the hell even decided that slapping one hand with the other should be a sign of appreciation? I do not expect you to know the answer, so please don’t bother thinking about it.

You also have all the major news networks bringing on a bunch of depressed old women to trash you and say you’re a spoilt brat who should go to jail for a year. A year?? All you did was drive drunk. You didn’t kill or harm anyone. If there’s anything you should go to jail for, it’s your music album. The stars are blind, but unfortunately the humans are not deaf.

The main reason people, essentially the media, say they hate you is because you are famous for no reason. Well firstly, the media has no right to complain because they are what made you famous in the first place. You did not ask for them to follow you around everywhere you go. You did not ask them to watch your horrible reality show featuring your formerly chubby and now anorexic best friend. You did not ask them to take pictures of you reading “The Idiot’s Guide to Reading Books” upside down.

Secondly, I believe that you do deserve the fame you have. The sex tapes you made might have had poor production values and the dialogue left a lot to be desired, but it changed a lot of lives. Poor horny male kids who had nothing going for them could now say that they had you, Paris Hilton, naked in their bedroom. Other celebrities have since decided that they too need to show their sexual talents to the world as they have no other talents at their disposal. Oprah has her way of changing lives. You have yours. Who are we to judge which way is right, and which way is wrong? Please do not answer this question.

The truth is that no one gives themselves fame. Fame is given to you by the public and the media. The media thinks that you go around getting drunk and having sex with innumerable people because you want the publicity and attention. You and I both know that you are way too dumb to play the media. And if what they say is true, and they did get played, how incredibly stupid are they? The basic fact is that you are easy and that is all. If everyone hates you to this extreme level only because you are a slut, then that’s just sad. Personally, I would like to say that I love sluts. I am a budding one myself.

I think there’s a deeper, more psychological reason as to why you are derided as much as you are. It’s known as Schadenfreude, a German word that means “Taking pleasure in the suffering of others”. So the next time anyone disses you or tries to bring you down, just scream “Schadenfreude!”. Not only will it confuse the shit out of them, but it might also make people think you have a brain. Or maybe they’ll just end up thinking you’ve been having lots of German sex. You never know..

I would like to conclude this letter by telling you that you should be proud of who you are. You are the most high profile socialite in the world. And you should be proud of it.

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bald is beautiful

the following is Inspred by my prof in contitution and ethics ; and obvious boredom in the class…
i think of the time,
when i had a head full of hair;
i used shampoo a dime…
and now am in despair!
it couldn’ be the water ,of tht i’m sure
It was mineral water 100% pure
Maybe… it has something to do with age…
i ain’t in my prime,so that explains this stage
No more streaks,colors of the macaw…
no more copper red,honey blonde,or straw!
but this thought only lasts for a while,
before i simply break into a smile…
The advantages, suddenly are galore!
And i happen to remember,combing was a bore!
No more worries, of left or right part!
No more hairfall to break my heart!
No more days of flaky dandruff!
No more use of icky dyestuff!
No more days,of bad hair…
I walk in the world,without a care!