60 ML -- Disaster

60 ML -- The treat where everything went wrong

An occasion of celebration, Shiv at Hindalco, Vishal at CIL

The venue was 60 ml.

We hired an auto, riding through bumpy n dusty roads,

The little distance seemed as if we were going abroad.

Ambience was electric, dim lights, Aroma of food and wine everywhere

Surprised were we, at unaccustomed cuisine of Jamshedpur being hidden there.

Resting our asses on the chairs, we ordered food in pairs,

Providing respite to our innocent tummy that was waiting long in despair.

Within an hour the restaurant condition got crystal clear,

Service was pathetic, food was also not dear,

Everything was worst in that hot & humid atmosphere.

Adjusting to the circumstances, people shifted their attention to the pool table,

Posing for camera & IPL was keeping them at behest,

They were doing just to what they always do best.

Finally it was packing time as everyone moved out annoyed n frustrated,

Deceptive ambience of the restaurant maked us feel cheated.

So the final verdict is,

60 ml was never again to look after

As it was a complete disaster.

As soon as I finished writing the poem, the result of Maruti was announced in which SHIV got in. We had treat on same day which was 1000 times better than 60 ml disaster and worth 650 ml.

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case history -- mystery MAN

I know him from the day when he idolized bajrang baIi as his role model. Usi samay samajh aa gaya ki bhai sahib NAUTANKI hain. I was born in the city of great leaders – if u hear this anywhere it ought to be him. A person who never speaks his mind but always in accordance with situation. Really a mysterious person as he himself proclaims. Trustworthy person whom u can trust (at your own risk), Jovial, affable, co-operative, muscular, mysterious, atheist, good cricketer etc. His own eating habit comprising of !!@#$%%^&&. Got his own fan club comprising of NIT hunks(?????????). As of now he attends MIS classes regularly and sometimes sends message for someone like “COURTESY COSTS NOTHING”. He is always associated wherever there is discussion of PM (1-????? 2-prime minister as he was born in city of great leaders). He has got very feeble memory. U can never trust him with ur keys as he doesn’t knows the address of his own keys and pen drive.He gives NON STOP fundas without an interval. An asset possessed by few.

Another phone freak with 4 numbers attending n calls/day. Sometimes with friend, others with friend’s gf etc. I can challenge he is the only one in NIT whom everyone knows. The remotest corner and staff of NIT knows him. He has alone established his V&E club with few members. Single handedly he managed all affairs of the club. A smooth sailor @ due to placement at IOCL. A down to earth person, rarely do one finds such rarest of rare species on this rare planet earth with such jovial and wicked nature.

contact him at your own risk. 

http://www.orkut.co.in/Main#Profile?rl=mp&uid=14022274960287959548

I HAVE A FEAR

FOR all my friends who maked the engineering career as the best period of my so called LIFE. (Thank u all for being a part of it.).

I have a fear.

As the D day approaches near.

Fear of separation makes tears roll down my eyes,

The jocund heart is remorseful, bleeds to which nothing can entice.

Together we played, studied & shared every emotion,

Suddenly the world seems out of motion.

 May all my friends and foes always smile and thrive

Oh lord! Carry us safe across the ocean of life.

****************THANK YOU****************.

******** IN SOLITUDE ********

Is kavita ke saare patrr kalpnik hain

Disclaimer --- This fictitious poem has 1^st line inspired by VKG… and is truly one from imagination. Any relation with anyone living or dead is totally at reader’s behest. Don’t get personal n emotional. (Please)

Bored, confused, tired of spending ages in vacuum,

Perished by revolving around own axis,

Dizziness numbed my senses, paralyzed my innocent eyes.

Stranger yet, some mysterious charm was present there,

That was emotionally attracting me in despair.

So, for the first time among the crowd,

I found someone to think about.

Elegance, simplicity and purity of thought were her asset,

Her little smile on every meeting was keeping me at the behest.

Again I was elated, confused, shy, amazed of the recent happenings,

The new mystical subject was complex, to be understood in a lightening.

Friends was the message that got misjudged, miscalculated by friends.

Leaving me alone at command of waves in the middle of the deadly sea.

I lost the smile, the sheen and that ecstasy.

Yet again I was left back among the dark shadows of the crowd

And spent my few exquisite years in solitude.

Surrounded by the dark thunderous clouds for the unheard crying.

All hopes lost as this dark cloud lacked the silver lining.

THANK YOU

I WAS BORN TO FLY

N.B -- do spend time for penning down ur comment i.e appreciate or criticize..

MY FIRST ATTEMPT AT POETRY :

I was there among the leaves, the birds, the stars and the sky.

As if I had freedom to fly,

However slowly as the years passed by,

Narrowing down my horizon of mind and the eye,

And I had no clue of the changes happening by,

Suddenly I was lost among the books and the competitive cries.

Living a book worms life who does not knows to fly.

Loosing harmony with nature, my passions and every single passer-by (????),

This miserable life was haunting and murdering from inside which is not to justify,

Being exhausted, realized I was not born to comply,

I was there to lead, to rule, to dignify,

To spread happiness and maneuver everywhere like a butterfly.

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THANK YOU