Skip to main content

College days! :)

A Promise:)
The cool drinks that was tasted till the last drop in the canteen,
 which was so and so called as TREAT.
A cold conversation with college bus conductor.
The busy mobile chats under the table in silent mood 
(one mobile with three sender :D )
The pin-drop silent was maintain 
when the whole class was in sleepy status.
Always carrying records in bag 
as if like getting award.
Crossing the busiest road seems enjoyable 
when we were holding the hands of friends tightly.
The last minute scribblings (copying) in the assignment.
Brown sheet becoming our biggest enemy
 in the lab hours.
The sudden entry of attender in class which gave excitement
 but unfortunately ending as just daily reports.
You sound sorry yourself when you alone standing in the bus 
and all your friends were seated.
During test paper distribution, 
immediate self-calculation of our marks had been done 
after peeping our friends marks...
Typing password in username
To be continue. . .

Dedicated to +Jeyasree Vijayarengan +Vijeyalakshmi Narasimhan +Vyshn Otaku  


Popular posts from this blog

The Moment

I like to be loved
You like to be loved
I don’t love you
You don’t love me
Yeah you don’t love me
I don’t love you
May be we do
may be we don’t
may be we will
may be very soon
may be very late…
Dunno when would love bloom..
may be on day wen sun find its way..
may be on night when owl howl..
May be when it is not expected…
May be when it is most needed…
Despite the impossible odds
and all the distance between us…
I still hold out a small hope that
someday somehow someway we find each other…
All I could say is
Staying in love.
Tat time
I see
you in me
I in you
Nothing around
Only we.
The end!!!!
Me and my friend Jeet composed a song, just when we are having a moment :P

He is... my cookie monster!

“Mom, I don’t want to go please...”
“Ah! I promise I will get you at evening”
“No buts, it’s getting late, bell is going ring…. Run!”

She expected me to run, but actually she was running towards the parking lot leaving me behind. I dodged the sands with my shoes guessing I could plant my legs inside it.  I watched her back; I did all assured signs with my hands and yelled ‘mom’ to make her look back. But she moved on, not even bothering what her only darling daughter was trying to demand. Meanwhile all my efforts was evident to my P.T master only, he gave me one daring look in return indicating not to open my mouth again.

School is not a pleasant place for 7 years old girl, especially when you have a bully tagging along with you.

Bell rang! I fasten my steps and went straight to IIB class but not without giving a glance at IIA section class. I always wished for that class, it’s not that am having any special friend in it or that class teacher is Motherly Angel. It’s all becau…