It was great experience being there…. Three years…. I learnt many things…. Now when I look back I feel….the changes… nw im going through last semester of MBA ... I dunno whether to smile or to feel sad…. But I choose to be happy :-)…. how time changes and how life keeps on moving without a pause…. People come… people go…. We laugh we cry…. Some really low moments…. Some really high…. Life is so beautiful in its own way….
In my last 2 years of MBA I met many people…. I was attached to many…. And worked and enjoyed with everybody I came across…. I discovered a different me…. More self centered, bad and self indulged me… And I improved as well in terms of public speaking, anchoring, organizing and so on…
But i had a very cherishing days in my ivano,my BA !! ...i can never forget those days in my life..There i had a bunch of good friends who stole my heart..we rocked our college life like anything..we were blessed with very lovable and caring teachers too... im sure that im not going to get such kind f days ever in my life.
All I can now recall is that first performance when I was shivering with stage fear…. That first meeting organizing committee of college magazine… tensions for uniersity youth festivals..excitements of college elections..those events we organized and clubs inaugurated… first event I hosted…..those proxies… talks…hostel life(THEKKINIES..!!).. Hanging out with friends to market (d very famous chaala market)and museum every now and then….. bunking classes…. Rehearsals… Practices….Improvements… Exams…arrears(woooh..!)..and one more d most important and inevitable factor f college life "ROMANCE" ... And so on…. Life was always fun and exciting there….
I met some really great people…. I would not name all of them here but yes my Shirley mam..she was the gem of a person..the motivator of my activities(not only mine..whoever seeks her)she had a great impact on me…. I still miss her presence every time I achieve something…. :-(Apart from Sherley mamm I met many who contributed to my life in one or the other way…. I was encouraged, appreciated, criticized and discouraged time to time…. But it always added towards my learning and helped me to learn and become better with every step…I would love to mention the names of people who were always there for me… whether we talk daily or not and those who were always there for me as a life supporting system…. But I’ll not because I don’t wanna hurt anybody my skipping their name by mistake….. :D…. those who are special for me know this and understand this….
I feel that I am kinda detached soul…. But still I miss people from my past…. Places… time… memories… tears and smiles…. I can relate to everything I left behind…. And touchwood I feel blessed because whenever I look back I find my people standing there for me… :-)
Now, I am going to start with my professional life… I just wish all my friends and acquaintances all the best for their future endeavors… I hope to stay connected with you all…. God Bless you….
She is incredible!
After watching the first vid I spent a few hours researching her and included a few more vids here. You can see her gallery and website at http://www.artakiane.com....
she tells that jesus is her inspiration for her lovely paintings,,,i believe that its true as u can see the real bless from the lord in all her paintings especially in jesus painting.. I just finished reading Heaven is for Real, and it has solidified my faith even more. We will eventually see Jesus, God and heaven for ourselves. Until then, we must keep our hearts open to Him!..
she tells that jesus is her inspiration for her lovely paintings,,,i believe that its true as u can see the real bless from the lord in all her paintings especially in jesus painting.. I just finished reading Heaven is for Real, and it has solidified my faith even more. We will eventually see Jesus, God and heaven for ourselves. Until then, we must keep our hearts open to Him!..
a soliloque
"you too brutus "is one of the famous betrayal comment ...in life there are many sorrowful situations when u have to say this to ur der ones or i must say whom i thought as my dear ones...
a friend who was not a friend...
There were times in the past
Nobody could ever break the bond between us
Now I realize how wrong I was
I called you my friend
But you hurt me and I will never ever forget
The pain inside, ache in my heart, and tears in my eyes
Looking back at those happy years of friendship
I sigh; there is nothing else I can do
You did hurt me before but I forgave you
Ready to do everything just to get what you want
You called yourself my friend
I trusted, I believed you
I was wrong
I learned my lesson the hard way
But now thanks to you I will never ever forget
The pain inside, the ache in my heart and the tears in my eyes
And they will remind me forever and always
The friend who was never a friend
My dear little poem I’m so sorry
You’re the creation of bitter, sad person
But thanks to you I feel so much better
I shared my despair with this paper
And you were born and I don’t have
Anything else to say besides
Thank you and I’m sorry.
Nobody could ever break the bond between us
Now I realize how wrong I was
I called you my friend
But you hurt me and I will never ever forget
The pain inside, ache in my heart, and tears in my eyes
Looking back at those happy years of friendship
I sigh; there is nothing else I can do
You did hurt me before but I forgave you
Ready to do everything just to get what you want
You called yourself my friend
I trusted, I believed you
I was wrong
I learned my lesson the hard way
But now thanks to you I will never ever forget
The pain inside, the ache in my heart and the tears in my eyes
And they will remind me forever and always
The friend who was never a friend
My dear little poem I’m so sorry
You’re the creation of bitter, sad person
But thanks to you I feel so much better
I shared my despair with this paper
And you were born and I don’t have
Anything else to say besides
Thank you and I’m sorry.
unnamed story
This story is not by me...i dont know from where i heard this...today it came to mind..i framed the story in my own words..
Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.
One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs.
His bed was next to the room’s only window.
The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.
The men talked for hours on end…
They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation..
Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.
The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and colour of the world outside.
The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake.
Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every colour and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.
As the man by the window described all this in exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene..
One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by.
Although the other man could not hear the band – he could see it in his mind’s eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.
Days, weeks and months passed.
One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep.
She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.
As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.
Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside..
He strained to slowly turn to look out the window besides the bed.
It faced a blank wall.
The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.
The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.
She said, ‘Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.’
HAPPY TEARS...........
happy tear.. sliding down your cheek
like a glowing pearl..
or a snow flake.. cooling your soul
sweet and soft
like the morning breeze..
blowing out the pain trapped deep inside you
leaving your heart.. so peaceful.. so pure
like a honey river.. that heals your pain..
like a magical cure
light.. and white.. like a cotton flying in the air
reaching out the blue sky.. and turning into clouds
dancing so happy.. feeling the ultimate freedom..
up and high.. above a colorful garden..
drawing a smile into your face..
announcing the time for you to rise up.. and shine
once again..
to start all over
with an innocent baby heart..
to love and be loved forever
like a glowing pearl..
or a snow flake.. cooling your soul
sweet and soft
like the morning breeze..
blowing out the pain trapped deep inside you
leaving your heart.. so peaceful.. so pure
like a honey river.. that heals your pain..
like a magical cure
light.. and white.. like a cotton flying in the air
reaching out the blue sky.. and turning into clouds
dancing so happy.. feeling the ultimate freedom..
up and high.. above a colorful garden..
drawing a smile into your face..
announcing the time for you to rise up.. and shine
once again..
to start all over
with an innocent baby heart..
to love and be loved forever
happy tears.. sliding down your cheek..
uncontrollable.. undestroyable
taking you away.. into another world
where souls are transparent..
like a perfect smooth window..
no scratches are seen..
no dirty spots.. no broken edges..
just perfect and clean
love and friendship are seen through them..
souls that are.. completely pure
with hearts beating as one..
each for another and all for one
happy tears.. sliding down your cheek..
have you ever taste it's flavour?
the taste that your tongue cannot taste
but your heart, mind and soul feels
with every tear drop..
dont wipe away those tears..
cause that's the greatest flavour. :')
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