songs_of_life: CHANGE

songs_of_life: CHANGE: "Today, we live in a world where people continue to follow a never ending, vicious, monotonous routine, inhaling polluted air, choking their..."

songs_of_life: CHANGE

songs_of_life: CHANGE: "Today, we live in a world where people continue to follow a never ending, vicious, monotonous routine, inhaling polluted air, choking their..."

CHANGE

Today, we live in a world where people continue to follow a never ending, vicious, monotonous routine, inhaling polluted air, choking their hearts to such an extent that no human emotions can penetrate into them; engulfing themselves in the viscous self centric fluid which always opposes humanity, creates friction so intense that love cannot thrive. We live in a place where drops of friendliness are so scanty that even the closest people have a rift separating them. We have tainted our land to such an extent that the relation of humans with mother earth has gone astray. Our mind is full of non bio degradable vengeance and negativity which can neither be disposed nor recycled to make it useful. The bad habits, wrong attitude are getting immune to any type of pesticide used against them. People have so much green money that they don’t care about the greenery of their surroundings. Whatever environmental effects must have caused global warming but according to me, it’s the animosity, retribution, repugnance etc etc(the list of words will never end) which pollutes the human minds and makes the situation sweltering.

Thus, in addition to conserving our ecosystem, we should also give impetus to purifying our minds because it is rightly said” bura jo dekhan mai chalaa, bura na miliya koi. Jo dil dhoonda aapna , mujhse bura na koi”.  

S. RITIKA 

FLAME OF A LAMP

My eyes and my mind were wandering about in a quest for a topic to write on when they got a glimpse of a photo of a lamp in a calendar hanging on my room’s wall. I gazed it for a minute or so and words started pouring into my mind. But the thoughts were curbed for a jiffy because it was an object on which most of the people had already written. But there is always a new dimension to look at everything. In this article, I will try to do the same.

                                                As I am looking at the picture, I observe that the flame of the lamp is flamboyant. But this reminds me that that ironically, the word flamboyant gets its meaning from the flame. It is full of life. It can be pleasant when it is cold, violent when set free to destroy; it can illuminate as well as obliterate. It is considered constituent of all the life forms present and at the same time, it is the culprit that sublimes life into ashes and sets the soul free.

                                    Flame is full of irony. It is blistering hot at its kernel, which ironically has blue color that symbolizes tranquility. But to some extent it’s the most suited color also. As when wind flows and tries to smother the flame even though the outer part quivers, the core is placid. It burns itself and illuminates the whole world. It attracts the insects towards it assuring a place void of light, but cause their intense death.

                                    And when the fuel ends, the flame gets dim, and finally dies…

Exams- Those were the days when we opened textbooks

songs_of_life: SILENCE TO WORDS

songs_of_life: SILENCE TO WORDS: "words, to speak,to express or just to break the silence. a word, I have to speak as world is racing forward and i just on thinking abou..."

SILENCE TO WORDS

words, to speak,to express

or just to break the silence.

a word, I have to speak

as world is racing forward

and i just keep on thinking about 

space and earth and 

moon and sky

and the vastness of human mind

from which the words flow out.

But as they reach the mouth, they get stuck

no matter what i do, they dont come out

letter by letter,they get accumulated ,

heaped up,crumpledin a narrowspace,

and I, forget what to say.

And the silencestill prevails

though my mind is full of chaos

An effort to break the stillness

a jolted mind

but the silence still prevails.

but the silence still prevails....

AAROHI-Full to masti

AAROHI.......the cultural fest of VNIT.

but for us, the students....its few days from monotonous 365  days, 8760 hours, 525600 minutes when we rejuvenate, get rid of cumbersome studies and enjoy.We invite you to come for aarohi and feel the same way. Here, every moment is enlived, every second is cherished. Whether you know dance, painting, singing or not; it does not matter. What you need is energy, soul and spirit to have fun. Aarohi has lots of exciting events. Ample number of informals. In a nutshell, its 5 days that you will remember for the whole year.

             So if you want to live life to the fullest, attend aarohi from 23-27Feb..venue VNIT nagpur.

For further details log on to our website http://www.aarohiworld.com/

see you there.

LIVELINESS OF AUTUMN

Autumn…a beautiful season. The season of love; love for nature, when you observe its beauty, its minute details, its vast aura, its golden hue, and the soothing breeze. Some may call it arid, blatant and  lifeless. But for me, it is hope of new life, new beginning, a start.

                                                Golden, ochre colored leaf, gets parted from the tree, bidding it a good bye, as its life has come to an end, the leaf, which has devoted whole life to nourish its family, the tree. It has burned itself under the scorching sun to earn food for its family. It has endured the harsh chill of the night and woke up with dew drops as a mark of perseverance. But those drops of dews have evaporated as soon as the first ray of hope marking the beginning of new day touched the leaf. It has rejuvenated at  the thought of a new day and got vivacious flinging seven colors in the form of a rainbow. This cycle has continued  till the day when that leaf falls. Its life has ended, even then it has golden radiance because its fall has paved way for a new leaf to evolve, a new life to blossom.

                When it swirls down, it delightfully sways with the breeze, shimmers blissfully and join its golden friends on the ground. And its shining comrades give it a round of applause for its achievement till now as the wind flows and a rustling sound is made by them.