There are some moments in life we never forget and also those we never even noticed as special!!!....What seemed so important for us yesterday at that particular day,at that situation,that particular moment,today doesn't even qualify as a precious thought.
I come from basically a small town, Udupi, that is still waking up, to be a part of the process what we call as "India Shining".I was very fortunate to have very good accessibility to every transport facility available there as i live in a place that is located very near to the national highway....NH-17.
Back in my school days, crossing road was a very important thing as the highway is always plied by various vehicles of every type,keeping it busy during my waking hours. I crossed highway every time I needed to catch the school bus. It was a weird thing for me..a time when my small world of family,teachers and chocolate friends merged with the worlds of sooo many people's worlds.Even a slight lapse on my part could have ended my world right there in the midst of everything.....
I really don't remember, the first time I crossed it all by myself but I still remember the feeling.I was proud of myself, to be able to take care of myself (at least that is what I believed at that time!!)to be able to do an adult thing.It kind of gave me a feeling that I after all this time am able to judge between the RIGHT and the WRONG/LEFT( however small it may be).
Come to think of it now, i hardly regard crossing road as important.Sometimes even encouraging my friend to zoom past the police or jump the traffic light.It is an irony after all.My world....is it getting bigger as I am growing up after all???I am in a very crucial year with respect to my career and the time has come, to cross roads once again...to choose which is RIGHT and what should be LEFT behind....
Submitted By: Ashwij Mayya, 5th Mech, SJCE Mysore
Nov 13, 2008
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Nov 9, 2008
A Fair Deal
"50 Rs! Nothing more than that!"
Raju said with Paulo Coelho's new 'Eleven Minutes' clutched in his hand, staring at the store keeper.
"Boss! I bring books to make a living, how can I sell it to you at a price that I bought it for ?"
Questioned back the keeper while his helper boy looked the other way.
"Everything is fair,If this book was original he'd have blindly given 300 Rs, and you know its
pirated right ? its ok! its a straight deal! First you asked 150 and now you are asking 70! Quite
flexible you are, no problem, give it for 50!" Arun added, who stood beside Raju.
"Atleast 60 boss" he persisted!
"50 is final" Raju finalized.
"Ok! take it!" came the words with a sigh.
Raju pulled out a note of 50 Rs and gave it to keeper and both Raju and Arun started walking away.
After they covered few hundred yards, shopkeeper turned to his helper and grinned " Idiots man! I bought all these books for just 25 Rs and I still made 100% profit".
And hundred yards away Arun started grinning, "Why do you laugh?" Raju asked!. Arun pulled out one more book from his bag and said " I flicked this when you were arguing.. He He! We cost him 50 more bucks man!"
Submitted By: Sameer A M, VII CS, SJCE
Oct 23, 2008
Heal the world
Though his hands held crutches tight,
with the prosthetic was his leg in constant fight.
Screws and the metal rings tried to poke through his flesh,
Every time he took a step, he felt if his wounds were still fresh.
He inched forward, with sweaty hands, a sigh and a moan,
The road seemed more rough, much longer and grown.
He rested for a while, but he was afraid to close his eyes,
If he did so, all he saw was a shoe dipped in blood red dyes.
Not long ago, when he used to walk really fine,
He had been to market, for a ring for his mother of gold with a shine.
Right then from his right, he was struck with intense pulse of light,
Followed by an explosion, flying metal, torn clothes then entered his sight.
Never-heard cries, never-seen sight, a scent which he never had to smell,
Just then something hit his leg, a blade or may be a peg, with eyes closed to the ground he fell.
Wobbling sounds of ambulance, woke him from his sleep,
He felt pain near his leg, very acute and surely deep.
Opening his eyes, all he saw was, blood filled jean with a shoe half burnt,
Familiar though, it took little time for him to accept that its his leg that lay in front.
He sighed again and tried to take a step, and when he was about to fall,
Someone caught him by his arms, fair and handsome, but not very tall.
"I'd Love to help you" He said raising and marking his face with a smile,
"Thanks a lot" said he and stopped, but his heart continued to thank him to length of nile.
As they crossed the road, they shared equally uninterrupted silence,
To brake the same, the hurt said "Bastards! Muslims ! I lost my leg to their violence!"
The other smiled and said "To heal this world, we need to infect it with love",
"Every human has this answer, and they blindly search it in flying white dove".
The limp lost the balance and landed his crutch on the helper's feet,
Helper didn't cry, neither did he shout, he looked back with a smile so sweet.
"It's fake! I lost mine in last blast, It'll take time for your wound to heal",
"I'll pray in god that he helps you, as I too am aware of that feel".
He turned and started walking away, while azan* began in a mosque not so distant,
He wasn't out of sight, when he took out a topi and wore it on head in an instant.
The azan went on and it mixed with worldly noises,
He walked further and farther and disappeared in different, yet familiar crowd of faces.
*azan : prayer call for muslims
with the prosthetic was his leg in constant fight.
Screws and the metal rings tried to poke through his flesh,
Every time he took a step, he felt if his wounds were still fresh.
He inched forward, with sweaty hands, a sigh and a moan,
The road seemed more rough, much longer and grown.
He rested for a while, but he was afraid to close his eyes,
If he did so, all he saw was a shoe dipped in blood red dyes.
Not long ago, when he used to walk really fine,
He had been to market, for a ring for his mother of gold with a shine.
Right then from his right, he was struck with intense pulse of light,
Followed by an explosion, flying metal, torn clothes then entered his sight.
Never-heard cries, never-seen sight, a scent which he never had to smell,
Just then something hit his leg, a blade or may be a peg, with eyes closed to the ground he fell.
Wobbling sounds of ambulance, woke him from his sleep,
He felt pain near his leg, very acute and surely deep.
Opening his eyes, all he saw was, blood filled jean with a shoe half burnt,
Familiar though, it took little time for him to accept that its his leg that lay in front.
He sighed again and tried to take a step, and when he was about to fall,
Someone caught him by his arms, fair and handsome, but not very tall.
"I'd Love to help you" He said raising and marking his face with a smile,
"Thanks a lot" said he and stopped, but his heart continued to thank him to length of nile.
As they crossed the road, they shared equally uninterrupted silence,
To brake the same, the hurt said "Bastards! Muslims ! I lost my leg to their violence!"
The other smiled and said "To heal this world, we need to infect it with love",
"Every human has this answer, and they blindly search it in flying white dove".
The limp lost the balance and landed his crutch on the helper's feet,
Helper didn't cry, neither did he shout, he looked back with a smile so sweet.
"It's fake! I lost mine in last blast, It'll take time for your wound to heal",
"I'll pray in god that he helps you, as I too am aware of that feel".
He turned and started walking away, while azan* began in a mosque not so distant,
He wasn't out of sight, when he took out a topi and wore it on head in an instant.
The azan went on and it mixed with worldly noises,
He walked further and farther and disappeared in different, yet familiar crowd of faces.
*azan : prayer call for muslims
Submitted By: Sameer.A.M VII CS, SJCE Mysore
Oct 17, 2008
Oct 15, 2008
Look to every New minute in your life !
Walk on the path , which looks green
Dream the new step, never say how mean..
Here is a new hope on every way..
"Yes of course . I CAN !!" is what you have to say..
LIFE is full of black and white
It's all about VISION , not really eye sight
Stretch your hands if at all u have to fight,
ONCE you are right, every thing will be bright..:-)
LIFE is again a self-realization,
Live up to your satisfaction,
Of course you can master it by dedication,
Mark on your lifestyle with some set of instruction....:-)
Never look back to loose confidence and give set of explanation,
"I couldn't , I failed!!" should not be an expression..
ALWAYS don't find a reason to abuse,
LUCK is definitely a LOSER'S excuse.....!!!!!!
TeamAI Review: It's not necessary to have complicated and sophisticated words to jot down a nice poem. Sometimes the simplest of the words works magic.
Dream the new step, never say how mean..
Here is a new hope on every way..
"Yes of course . I CAN !!" is what you have to say..
LIFE is full of black and white
It's all about VISION , not really eye sight
Stretch your hands if at all u have to fight,
ONCE you are right, every thing will be bright..:-)
LIFE is again a self-realization,
Live up to your satisfaction,
Of course you can master it by dedication,
Mark on your lifestyle with some set of instruction....:-)
Never look back to loose confidence and give set of explanation,
"I couldn't , I failed!!" should not be an expression..
ALWAYS don't find a reason to abuse,
LUCK is definitely a LOSER'S excuse.....!!!!!!
Submitted By : Anitha N, 5th Sem, EEE, SJCE Mysore
TeamAI Review: It's not necessary to have complicated and sophisticated words to jot down a nice poem. Sometimes the simplest of the words works magic.
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