the days are numbered,
yet they are,
the times we live...
a hanging noose..
slowly but surely...
like the garland of hope,
no! the coiled serpent of time...
as martyrs...we move...
hurt but happy....
as innocent lambs....
into the hideous den....
the end is nigh....
dusk or dawn....
we look for hope..
for light...
we see but blacck...
staring back.
a dove flies by,
2 twigs on it,
no! no goodbye,
the heart is laden,
the fruits of affection...
the soul is bent...
by the weight of emotions....
slowly but surely....
as the sythe sharpens...
one final blow....
a trumpet of joy....
of victory...of farewell
Alas!
Monday, December 1, 2008
just for you....
here we go,
as u reap,so u sow.
cock a doodle doo,
you like winnie the pooh.
with ur sweet eyes,you attack,
your fav color is black.
i ever waana have ur glance,
u sure know how to dance.
i know i have some tummy,
u act like my mummy.
after years shall we meet,
like a sheep, i shall bleat.
you have a sweet voice,
it gives me my joys.
you're the sweetest one i know,
like the sun, do u glow.
hurt, if i have,
im sorry, dont laugh.
its nice knowing you,
u like a 'saas-bahu'.
u're as tall as i am,
uve got some grace, ma'am.
shall b friends forever,
ever more and better ever.
if u will, i may;
just show u my way...
---prateek kunwar
(a.k.a: pikachu)
as u reap,so u sow.
cock a doodle doo,
you like winnie the pooh.
with ur sweet eyes,you attack,
your fav color is black.
i ever waana have ur glance,
u sure know how to dance.
i know i have some tummy,
u act like my mummy.
after years shall we meet,
like a sheep, i shall bleat.
you have a sweet voice,
it gives me my joys.
you're the sweetest one i know,
like the sun, do u glow.
hurt, if i have,
im sorry, dont laugh.
its nice knowing you,
u like a 'saas-bahu'.
u're as tall as i am,
uve got some grace, ma'am.
shall b friends forever,
ever more and better ever.
if u will, i may;
just show u my way...
---prateek kunwar
(a.k.a: pikachu)
end of an odyssey
End of an Odyssy
When the journey begins, you are indifferent and when it ends, ‘it’ is in different Your journey doesnot depend on your actions, words or achievements but it is solely a product of your emotions and your memories.
The measure of success of a journey is not the count of certificates or medals that clink, it is a measure of the love that you have released, of the hearts you have moved and lives you have changed.
The journey from a toddler to a young lad, aptly titled ’1/4 Zindagi’, is perhaps the most retraceable journey- for it teaches us not only the nuances of life, but also its beauty—its perfection and most importantly, its purpose.
The magnitude of a loss is not known till it is incurred…the end was there to see….but to feel it…we had to go the distance… Our Ist farewell…the end of an era… a chapter in the book of life…our first tryst with destiny.
What filled me with turbulent thought and unknown reactions were the faces of people with whom I grew—Simmering emotions that overflew as beads of tears---as people whom I knew as strong, succumbed to the grief of the end.
The most touching picture that will be framed in the wall of my heart will be of my friends—all huddled together—some crying, some consoling….on the last day of school…becoz that is the ‘still’ of what we all are, even today,…innocent children of god, who understands love and friendship.
The buggle has been blown. It may be an end, but it is beginning too…”An Odyssey, a jouney..yes, its over…in this physical world of realities, it may be so…but it shall be played on and on, in the heart of hearts….becoz the driving force is the yearn of returning to class….to teachers who loved and cared and the force that propels our emotions to transcend all boundaries is unknown yet familiar.
“Not farewell, my friends but fare forward.”
--Prateek kunwar.
When the journey begins, you are indifferent and when it ends, ‘it’ is in different Your journey doesnot depend on your actions, words or achievements but it is solely a product of your emotions and your memories.
The measure of success of a journey is not the count of certificates or medals that clink, it is a measure of the love that you have released, of the hearts you have moved and lives you have changed.
The journey from a toddler to a young lad, aptly titled ’1/4 Zindagi’, is perhaps the most retraceable journey- for it teaches us not only the nuances of life, but also its beauty—its perfection and most importantly, its purpose.
The magnitude of a loss is not known till it is incurred…the end was there to see….but to feel it…we had to go the distance… Our Ist farewell…the end of an era… a chapter in the book of life…our first tryst with destiny.
What filled me with turbulent thought and unknown reactions were the faces of people with whom I grew—Simmering emotions that overflew as beads of tears---as people whom I knew as strong, succumbed to the grief of the end.
The most touching picture that will be framed in the wall of my heart will be of my friends—all huddled together—some crying, some consoling….on the last day of school…becoz that is the ‘still’ of what we all are, even today,…innocent children of god, who understands love and friendship.
The buggle has been blown. It may be an end, but it is beginning too…”An Odyssey, a jouney..yes, its over…in this physical world of realities, it may be so…but it shall be played on and on, in the heart of hearts….becoz the driving force is the yearn of returning to class….to teachers who loved and cared and the force that propels our emotions to transcend all boundaries is unknown yet familiar.
“Not farewell, my friends but fare forward.”
--Prateek kunwar.
class 12 b rap
CLASS12B
This is class 12 B,
Something u gotta see,
This is where u wanna be,
So now, lets hurry.
He’s the ladies man,
Everyone is his fan,
He’s called the ‘chem ka king’
And he knows how to sing
There aint no lady,
Who doesn’t know addi.
The new kid on the block,
Where he is, girls flock,
He’s always in his mojo,
The names Kevin tojo.
He says ive a small brain,
I say, it flies like a plane,
He aint no qazi,
The names balaji.
Like benhur ,
Here’s vidhur,
With rd on one hand, Pj on the other,
He’s a live bomb, and he doesn’t even bother.
He’s a Coelho fan,
He’s got some tan,
He likes kate moss,
So here’s thomoss.
Great placer of the squash ball,
He’s tall,
He doesn’t care,
Sudeep, he’s fair.
He’s always lost,
In his thoughts deep ,
In his action deep,
so-DEEP ta.
He’s a good man,
Without no tan,
He’s made of steel
And is called jaysheel.
He’s our kumble,
He never fumble,
He’s not a canal,
He’s our kunal.
He’s a prankster
Like the lobster,
He’s the reason for the teachers apathy,
So he’s called KARAN
He plays like ronaldo! Salaam!
Metaphor so said Uma maam,
The surds call there god rabh,
Here we have sau rabh.(100)
He’s in He’s out,
He knows whats cout
He is what his name is not ,
Chayan, he’s not in our lot.
He shares my name,
But he’s got the flame,
He’s not a freak,
His name’s prateek
He bossed the big boss,
He’s gone for a toss,
He’s got some sound,
Rahul, we’ve found.
He’s our classes wall,
He should never fall,
He’s always in love,
Our very own raghav.
He’s got a Chinese chick,
And is having a flick,
Maybe its latin,
Coz He’s our jatin.
He’s the TT champ,
His life in the ramp,
He’s no ting-ling-ping,
He’s called yating.
He’s got some pickle,
And he knows nickel,
He’sWinnie the pooh,
So,Here’s swetanshu ….
His hair
Like maggi flair,
He’s our good luck,
He’s our shubh-am.
His head is high,
And its in the sky,
U cant see him, eye to eye,
He’s the tallest guy,
Nishant, he hi !!
He’s a perfectionist,
The cell phone specialist,
He’s got the wit,
So here’s patrthojit.
He’s an old wise king,
Our very own sting,
He’s always fit
He’s called atulit.
He hails from the land of bamboo,
All his hairs, he does shampoo,
He likes his guitar thanda,
He’s name is kinshuk panda.
Lean mean shantanu,
Sings like kumar sanu,
He’s a cool hero,
Knows, absent is better than zero.
Next on,
Is nikhil menon,
Got a pseudopoda,
He’scalled illum poda.
‘Priya’ nilayanji
with his liitjee fiitjee
He’s on every channel,
coz he aint no mammal.
He knows how to simplify,
He’s afraid of a butterfly,
His name cannot be burned,
Its ash…can only be learned.
Shaunak kar,
He comes from the star,
Once in a week,
Gives us a peek.
When it comes to maths,
He has no match,
With him modesty’s in
So we call him Justin.
If you need some help,
You neednt yelp,
Don’t try ur luck,
Just call sarthak.
He the mahabali,
The khali,
He’s the snorelax,
Whuse battinig doesn’t wax,
He’s a majnu without a laila,
Called kartik kaila.
He’s not from mizo,
But He’scalled sijo,
He takes all our blame,
And gets all the fame.
He’s the maneater of our class,
The laughing machine.
Death metal does he love,
We call him abhinav.
A plane in the sky,
A big booming voice,
U know erics close by,
Coz he enjoys.
The topper of our class,
with a uniform mass,
he’s a brittle glass,
there’s nothing that is cant,
though the name is dhruv kant.
Bulls and bears,
Are in tears,
It’s a crptic code,
Coz its bhavya’s prose.
Ankur , politics,
Ankur, athletics,
Ankur, mathamatics,
Ankur, deva deva,
He’s our vasu deva.
Sumit G,
He hates the gate, has an allergy,
He jumps the wall, has parle-g,
He comes at 9 and goes at 10,
He’s a mystery called Sumit g
He knows how to draw,
He’s got a psychic claw,
He’ll give u what u want,
He is our sidhant.
He’s got some attitude,
Latitude longitude some gratitude,
In class he is not SO-HIT,
we call him RO-HIT,
He’s tall,he’s dark,
And he likes to lark,
He’s not all lean,
And called ashwean.
He’s quite a nerd ,
Doesn’t follow the herd,
Nipun jindal’s the name,
Studying is his game.
Now lets move on,
The last mans song,
It is on me,
The one who likes fee,
Coz I am I ,
I have no alibi,
As there’s nothing to rhyme,
This time,
U say Haanchu,
And call me pikachu…..
--------------------teachers--------------------
Our class teacher,
Is no preacher,
She has some feature,
She gives no lecture,
She always has a threat,
And she never does fret,
She’s the sweetest one around,
Our blessings, we have found.
She gives her all,
To see us tall,
With youngs, Bernoulli Newton,
We all have fun,
when the specs,
which are not convex,
dangle from her ear,
its meeta maam, she’s always here.
While she speaks English…
We all speak hinglish,
She’s the one we trouble the most,
Coz she’s one we love the most.
She’s busy as the bee,ahem!
She’s meenakshi me-hem!.
She likes an aXb,(‘a’ cross ‘b’)
I think a nice tea,
Its not about teaching,
its all about reaching,
She’s got the style,
But she’s simple by the mile.
If it’s a doubt u have found,
She’s the best one around,
She is not unbound,
Namrata maam,weve found.
She’s got a great smile,
Which is sweet by a mile,
When its time for fiesta,
She gives up her siesta,
She’s the sweetest one around,
Jaya nag maam,weve found.
If its c++,
U know whom to discuss,
Don’t take on her pulse,
She acts on impulse,
She’ll take an arora,
And show her aurora,
We always want a lab,
When given, we grab,
She the heartiest one around,
Geetu maam weve found.
------
with this the story end,
to infinity will it tend,
with this we say goodbye,
donot us this deny…
u should be impressed,
becoz…bosco is the best…..
This is class 12 B,
Something u gotta see,
This is where u wanna be,
So now, lets hurry.
He’s the ladies man,
Everyone is his fan,
He’s called the ‘chem ka king’
And he knows how to sing
There aint no lady,
Who doesn’t know addi.
The new kid on the block,
Where he is, girls flock,
He’s always in his mojo,
The names Kevin tojo.
He says ive a small brain,
I say, it flies like a plane,
He aint no qazi,
The names balaji.
Like benhur ,
Here’s vidhur,
With rd on one hand, Pj on the other,
He’s a live bomb, and he doesn’t even bother.
He’s a Coelho fan,
He’s got some tan,
He likes kate moss,
So here’s thomoss.
Great placer of the squash ball,
He’s tall,
He doesn’t care,
Sudeep, he’s fair.
He’s always lost,
In his thoughts deep ,
In his action deep,
so-DEEP ta.
He’s a good man,
Without no tan,
He’s made of steel
And is called jaysheel.
He’s our kumble,
He never fumble,
He’s not a canal,
He’s our kunal.
He’s a prankster
Like the lobster,
He’s the reason for the teachers apathy,
So he’s called KARAN
He plays like ronaldo! Salaam!
Metaphor so said Uma maam,
The surds call there god rabh,
Here we have sau rabh.(100)
He’s in He’s out,
He knows whats cout
He is what his name is not ,
Chayan, he’s not in our lot.
He shares my name,
But he’s got the flame,
He’s not a freak,
His name’s prateek
He bossed the big boss,
He’s gone for a toss,
He’s got some sound,
Rahul, we’ve found.
He’s our classes wall,
He should never fall,
He’s always in love,
Our very own raghav.
He’s got a Chinese chick,
And is having a flick,
Maybe its latin,
Coz He’s our jatin.
He’s the TT champ,
His life in the ramp,
He’s no ting-ling-ping,
He’s called yating.
He’s got some pickle,
And he knows nickel,
He’sWinnie the pooh,
So,Here’s swetanshu ….
His hair
Like maggi flair,
He’s our good luck,
He’s our shubh-am.
His head is high,
And its in the sky,
U cant see him, eye to eye,
He’s the tallest guy,
Nishant, he hi !!
He’s a perfectionist,
The cell phone specialist,
He’s got the wit,
So here’s patrthojit.
He’s an old wise king,
Our very own sting,
He’s always fit
He’s called atulit.
He hails from the land of bamboo,
All his hairs, he does shampoo,
He likes his guitar thanda,
He’s name is kinshuk panda.
Lean mean shantanu,
Sings like kumar sanu,
He’s a cool hero,
Knows, absent is better than zero.
Next on,
Is nikhil menon,
Got a pseudopoda,
He’scalled illum poda.
‘Priya’ nilayanji
with his liitjee fiitjee
He’s on every channel,
coz he aint no mammal.
He knows how to simplify,
He’s afraid of a butterfly,
His name cannot be burned,
Its ash…can only be learned.
Shaunak kar,
He comes from the star,
Once in a week,
Gives us a peek.
When it comes to maths,
He has no match,
With him modesty’s in
So we call him Justin.
If you need some help,
You neednt yelp,
Don’t try ur luck,
Just call sarthak.
He the mahabali,
The khali,
He’s the snorelax,
Whuse battinig doesn’t wax,
He’s a majnu without a laila,
Called kartik kaila.
He’s not from mizo,
But He’scalled sijo,
He takes all our blame,
And gets all the fame.
He’s the maneater of our class,
The laughing machine.
Death metal does he love,
We call him abhinav.
A plane in the sky,
A big booming voice,
U know erics close by,
Coz he enjoys.
The topper of our class,
with a uniform mass,
he’s a brittle glass,
there’s nothing that is cant,
though the name is dhruv kant.
Bulls and bears,
Are in tears,
It’s a crptic code,
Coz its bhavya’s prose.
Ankur , politics,
Ankur, athletics,
Ankur, mathamatics,
Ankur, deva deva,
He’s our vasu deva.
Sumit G,
He hates the gate, has an allergy,
He jumps the wall, has parle-g,
He comes at 9 and goes at 10,
He’s a mystery called Sumit g
He knows how to draw,
He’s got a psychic claw,
He’ll give u what u want,
He is our sidhant.
He’s got some attitude,
Latitude longitude some gratitude,
In class he is not SO-HIT,
we call him RO-HIT,
He’s tall,he’s dark,
And he likes to lark,
He’s not all lean,
And called ashwean.
He’s quite a nerd ,
Doesn’t follow the herd,
Nipun jindal’s the name,
Studying is his game.
Now lets move on,
The last mans song,
It is on me,
The one who likes fee,
Coz I am I ,
I have no alibi,
As there’s nothing to rhyme,
This time,
U say Haanchu,
And call me pikachu…..
--------------------teachers--------------------
Our class teacher,
Is no preacher,
She has some feature,
She gives no lecture,
She always has a threat,
And she never does fret,
She’s the sweetest one around,
Our blessings, we have found.
She gives her all,
To see us tall,
With youngs, Bernoulli Newton,
We all have fun,
when the specs,
which are not convex,
dangle from her ear,
its meeta maam, she’s always here.
While she speaks English…
We all speak hinglish,
She’s the one we trouble the most,
Coz she’s one we love the most.
She’s busy as the bee,ahem!
She’s meenakshi me-hem!.
She likes an aXb,(‘a’ cross ‘b’)
I think a nice tea,
Its not about teaching,
its all about reaching,
She’s got the style,
But she’s simple by the mile.
If it’s a doubt u have found,
She’s the best one around,
She is not unbound,
Namrata maam,weve found.
She’s got a great smile,
Which is sweet by a mile,
When its time for fiesta,
She gives up her siesta,
She’s the sweetest one around,
Jaya nag maam,weve found.
If its c++,
U know whom to discuss,
Don’t take on her pulse,
She acts on impulse,
She’ll take an arora,
And show her aurora,
We always want a lab,
When given, we grab,
She the heartiest one around,
Geetu maam weve found.
------
with this the story end,
to infinity will it tend,
with this we say goodbye,
donot us this deny…
u should be impressed,
becoz…bosco is the best…..
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