Hey folks....
Howz u people..err..this posting doesnt include any literary work... (if at all i can have da honour to call my works as "Literary" work..)..Presently I am in the AUTOCAD Lab of my insti (dont dare call it a "college"..our director sir is real strict bout dat!!!)...where ethically i should have been into some building drawing stuffs....but come on can u xpect us to be into Autocad for 3 long hours...so..js thot of peeking into my blog...
As i m in the AUTOCAD lab...it wuld b unfair if i dont say nything in praise of this marvel...this thing which is a relief for CIVIL ENGINEERS like us...who in the past had to struggle with the irksome DRAFTERS and pencils and erasers and chart papers....for designing purposes...(not exactly in the past coz we still do as a part of our curriculum!!!).But AUTOCAD makes the job simple!Put on ur favourite music in the media player and sit in a comfy position wid ur lappy,play with the keyboard and mouse and u r there wid THE DESIGN(...added to this my gtalk is also on!)..Kudos to u AUTOCAD!!!
Anyways before our instructor catches hold of me...i need to wrap up...
Cya soon ppl...
Happy reading...n happy bloggin :-)
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
THE YOUTH RUTH..
I walk by the woods,
Tracing the squirrel’s path along the stretch of hazel.
It goes hopping chomping its way through the nuts,
Gleeing, delighted with contentment.
Did I ever look like that??
Did I ever feel so contented??...
Dreams made out of expectations,
Aspirations fuelled by competition,
With the underlying fear of being the blot on the escutcheon.
Jealousy playing the backstairs influence,
And emotions getting the back seat.
“I HAVE TO win” overrules “I CAN win”.
Trying to reach the acme,
Blowing hot and cold in the battle of life,
Affectations and fraudulence being the weapons,
Succumbing to the lures Life offered then.
I stand lonely in the woods,
With all kinds of opulence registered in my name.
After paying the price of my juvenescence,
My efforts seeming as sand-ploughing,
When I stand as voiceless as a tomb here,
With no one to talk to….
With nothing to talk about…..
-Sharbanee Prusty
3rd Sept,2008
Tracing the squirrel’s path along the stretch of hazel.
It goes hopping chomping its way through the nuts,
Gleeing, delighted with contentment.
Did I ever look like that??
Did I ever feel so contented??...
Dreams made out of expectations,
Aspirations fuelled by competition,
With the underlying fear of being the blot on the escutcheon.
Jealousy playing the backstairs influence,
And emotions getting the back seat.
“I HAVE TO win” overrules “I CAN win”.
Trying to reach the acme,
Blowing hot and cold in the battle of life,
Affectations and fraudulence being the weapons,
Succumbing to the lures Life offered then.
I stand lonely in the woods,
With all kinds of opulence registered in my name.
After paying the price of my juvenescence,
My efforts seeming as sand-ploughing,
When I stand as voiceless as a tomb here,
With no one to talk to….
With nothing to talk about…..
-Sharbanee Prusty
3rd Sept,2008
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