EDUCATION

Again! Can it be...true? Again?
All over! And I thought I'd learned
from the last one...
But then, I must not have;
it couldd not have been the last one.
I would have learned.

so many yesterdays....from dusk till twilight...yet the memory's still fresh

Today, I dont know why,but I suddenly thought of our high school graduation party: st.xavier's burdwan, isc 2005. Don't ask me what exactly i thought or how exactly I felt....but I somehow stumbled across a lot of stuff which I had no idea where they came from! I could just remember that last song playing as we lingered over the last few seconds of our wonder years, and it suddenly occured to me what it was all about:“All our young lives we search for someone to love. Someone who makes us complete. We choose partners and change partners. We dance to a song of heartbreak and hope... all the while wondering if somewhere, somehow, there's someone perfect... who might be searching for us.”

“Growing up is never easy. You hold on to things that were. You wonder what's to come. But that night, I think we knew it was time to let go of what had been, and look ahead to what would be. Other days. New days. Days to come. The thing is, we didn't have to hate each other for getting older. We just had to forgive ourselves... for growing up.”

“I guess sometimes the ground can shift between your feet. Sometimes your footing slips. You stumble. And sometimes you grab what's close to you and hold on as tight as you can.”

“Over the course of the average lifetime you meet a lot of people. Some of them stick with you through thick and thin. Some weave their way through your life and disappear forever. But once in a while someone comes who stays in our memories forevermore."

As I visualised that night, five years ago,I was beginning to wonder what were we thinking at that precise moment? For only the images of our slow dancing bodies were clear to me, the emotions were still blurred! No sooner had I begun to ponder the depths of my memoirs to look for what I was missing that it occured to me, what else could we have thought? what else could we have wished, than to close our eyes and wish that the slow music would never end?

down by the schoolyard...

In these arms tonite,
In these empty arms I hold nothing.
There's nothing left to hold.
So I'm floating with time,
I've let myself loose;
Float away to where life takes me...
There's nothing left to hold on to.
Nothing...we've caesed to be two.

I haven't stopped dreaming,
Though I gave up a long time back:
Life goes on...
But it hurts,
Hurts so bad when I try to look back!

Yesterday was an illussion.
Nothing is left behind;
Looking back I see nothing.
Nothing, but faded photographs;
Smiling faces that doesn't exist anymore;
All that's left of us are memories,
Scattered around the schoolyard.
But everytime the wind blows,
I start...felt like our laughter carried through!
Nothing, just a figment of my imagination.

I can see the bench beyond the yard.
It's still there...empty now;
We've moved on.
But its still there;
A silent witness of our yesteryears.

SO MANY YESTERDAYS

Can you see me now?
As I walk alone;
Life stretches ahead like a dark highway…
And the darkness around me,
Is my own shadow.
There is no hope of a sunnier tomorrow;
This road only leads to tears, blood and sorrow.

Memories fly past me,
My vision is blurred.
Tears of blood fill my heart,
Was that the echo of your voice?
Did you just whisper, “There is no going back;
There will never be another tomorrow”.

The sky is clear tonight.
The stars are still shining.
The trees stand silhouetted as they did that night,
And here I am;
Walking down the same old lane,
Searching for my yesterdays.

sleeping with empty arms

I can't hide.
It's so funny!
And it's so hard;
But it's a fact that I can't hide.
I can't hide from myself,
I can't break free...can't escape.
It's a bit pathetic,
This feeling inside.
Even after being pushed aside,
How I keep pushing myself-
Hoping against hope-
Towards the same dead-end road.

It evades me forever.
Like a distant melody,
It calls me home...
Tugging at my shoulders,
Eggs me on, calls me back.

But an ocean of memories bars my way!
The storms of guilt make me sway,
And like a fallen leaf,
Carries me further away.

So goodbye then!
It's time to go.
And may be we will meet again...
In some faraway land,
In a better time and place;
But things won't be the same.
But may be, may be, we will meet again.

I have tried.
I have looked hard;
All those nights I slept with empty arms!
I didn't find any solace in my tears,
Nobody whispered words of comfort in my ears.
There was nobody around offering solace!
So,please, don't you cry at my funeral;
'Coz death promises me a better place.

THE BIGGEST UNDERDOG-THE GREATEST CHAMPION: A TRIBUTE

“An underdog, a life-long dream, a burning passion and a fight against all odds”


ROCKY”THE ITALIAN STALLION” BALBOA: A TRIBUTE




His whole life was a million to one shot! Nevertheless, he took the challenge, and showed the world that he was one in a million. Born in the streets, did his time, took his chances, went the distance and now he is back on his feet; just a man and his will to survive! Never gave up! Never lost hope! Every word he ever said, every move he ever made inspired us to hang on; never to let go the sight of our dreams, never to loose our passion for glory! Taught us to walk that extra mile, showed us how to fight that extra round…and now… The greatest underdog story of our times is back…for one final round! This is a tribute to the man with a heart of gold, will of steel and fists of iron. the legend is ending, but the legacy will live on….


Silent darkness creeps into your soul
and removes the light of self-control
the cave that holds you captive have no doors
burnin' with determination
to even up the score


hearts on fire
a strong desire
rages deep within
hearts on fire
fever's rising high
the moment of truth draws near

Time will not allow you to stand still, no
silence breaks the heart and bends the will
and things that give deep passions are your sword
rules and regulations have no meaning anymore



hearts on fire
a strong desire
rages deep within
hearts on fire
fever's rising high
the moment of truth is here
is here

hearts on fire
a strong desire
rages deep within
hearts on fire
fever's rising high
hearts on fire
strong desire
rages deep within

being you : telling your story

ALL YOU WANTED WAS TO EXIST- DIDN'T YOU KNOW?
THERE'S NO ESCAPING TROUBLE! BUT,
WHY DO YOU WORRY YOURSELF?
IT WASN'T YOU! IT WAS THEM.
THEY FIRED THE BULLET, THEY TOOK AIM.
LOOKED THROUGH THE SNIPER-SCOPE, LOOKED HARD;
A COLD, DETERMINED, HEARTLESS, BLUE EYE! THERE WAS NO FEAR.
IT NEVER BLINKED; THERE WAS NO SHAME.
YOU ARE ONLY THE GUN, AND GUNS DON'T KILL!
CARRY THE LOAD INSIDE YOU, HIDING IT FROM THE WORLD.
BUT THEY SOUGHT IT OUT. KEPT PUSHING YOU, HARDER, FURTHER!
THERE WAS NO CHOICE ON THIS SIDE. YOU CARRY THE FIRE,
LIKE A CANDLE- WARM, HARMLESS FLAME.
YOU WERE ONLY A FLAME.THEY BROUGHT THE GASOLINE!
BUT PLEASE DON'T BLAME YOURSELF, YOU ARE JUST A GUN.
AND GUNS DON'T KILL.

HAD THE SAFETY ON; THE TRIGGER DIDN'T SQUEEZE ITSELF.
THE BULLET WAS SAFE, INSIDE YOU; INNOCENT AND ASLEEP!
THEY ARE TO BLAME- TURND THE LATCH OFF, MESSED AROUND WITH THE TRIGGER,
CUT THE BULLET LOOSE- AND NOW THEY'RE ALL MESSED UP.
BUT THAT'S OKAY- THERE WAS NOTHING YOU COULD DO.
OUTSIDE THE BARREL THE BULLET NO LONGER LISTENS TO YOU!
CUT THROUGH THE AIR, FOUND ITS TARGET, AND
NOW! THEY CALL YOU A KILLER! THE COLD BLUE EYE,
IT LOOKED ON. THE GLASS DIDN'T TASTE ANT TEARS,
WHEN THEY DREW THE FIRST BLOOD. SO BROTHER,
DON'T BLAME YOURSELF- YOU WERE JUST THE GUN
AND THE GUN NEVER KILLED.

FELT THE PRESSURE INSIDE YOU- BUT NEVER SPAT IT OUT!SO
LET THE DOGS BARK, AND THE SANCTIMONIOUS SHOUT.
ITS NOT YOUR FAULT.THEY ALL HAVE BLUE EYES!
AND THEY BROUGHT THE BULLET OUT.