Missing Myself!

Worry takes over,
When I feel something’s missing.

It’s a feeling so weird,
And a feeling full of dullness,
Almost like a nightmare
I had always feared.

Today I am smiling,
But tomorrow I frown,
Alas, it’s the curse of the self destructing brain cell
That makes me feel brown.

When you ask me what is wrong
I have no answer, no reason to say.
And as funny as it may sound,
I don’t know myself, the problem or the way.

They say life is short, make the most
But then, I don’t fear for the most, coz,
I still fight for the least.
And that’s where the fear shows.

I cry within,
I cry for my being.
Surely, a break I desire, for,
The path in front is crumbled and falling.

Am alone in here,
Life is such a nasty thing.
Am afraid, I got to do something soon, for,
It's not just another mood swing!

My random thoughts,
Are taking over my randomness for sure
Am feeling a bit weird,
Coz, I miss myself, and there seems to be no cure!

Why do we have to fight?

I just wrote this to ease of some tensions within our college working committee so that we sort out differences and work as a team towards making our annual event Pratyaksha '10 a grand success -

When they created it,
They were concerned.

Worried for whether it will sustain
Still they did it, and they did it right
For, it was passion and not worry that was their might.

Why then do we have to fight?

While some don’t know the purpose,
Some don’t care to know the reason.
Still we work as a team,
We do it for them, for us, for all good times, fun and seasons.

Remember your first day in college?
You were all smiles,
Gradually though…why do I see grief?
Why do I see anger? Why do I see distance in miles?

Am sure it was not intentional,
Am sure somewhere, someone is sorry for it all.
But why keep it in you and keep it boiling through?

If you run away, you have taken a convenient way out.
You still win, we might still win too.
But we don’t care to see the loss.
We lose a friend; we lose a way of life.
Take your pick, don’t think, for it’s easier to decide than a toss.

It may not be the passion; it may not be the worry,
That may drive you to come.
Think about the drop of sweat, the pain that they take in teaching us.
Think about the strain, the anxiety in them to lock the rooms when we leave.
Think about the rusty fans, and the age old chairs, they are waiting for us.
Think of that boss, who makes you work like hell whole day.
And still you look forward to evening and that Room No 12 at the corner.

What is it that brings this day?
What made us so futile and frail?
It is the larger interest of the college that we work,
And much larger is the interest of the self and much larger is the perk.

Hoping to see renewed energy in the days to come,
A heartfelt sorry may be the solution for some.
Don’t think that ‘sorry’ is a word for the weak,
For, saying sorry shows how strong a man can be in times of problems thick!

Still nothing is lost,
And nothing does it cost.
So lets do it, and do it right.
Be it passion, worry, or simply fun as your might.

And remember, we don’t have to fight!


- Milind Gandhi
(So-called Event Head)

Pratyaksha '10

Poem I wrote on Pratyaksha '10 - The JBIMS Annual Event!

Starting from the blues of Monday
and the twists of Tuesday
with the wild Wednesday
and the thrills of Thursday
along with the fun of Friday
and the serenity of Saturday
comes the superlative Sunday!

A Sunday full of life,
is just the ideal one you need.
A day to planet earth,
Is a day of good deed!

After struggling through the week,
you look forward to unwind.
A day with friends and fun,
Certainly, a day worth all the grind!

Come to Pratyaksha ‘10,
For you shall never forget this day.
Come and enjoy, for, we promise,
It’s not going to be just any other Sunday!

Pratyaksha ‘10
Go Green!