To Tanuj. In Remembrance.

“Yeah, I am a very good dancer. I think I am going to put a lot of kajal and dance to ‘Alvida’. What do you say, Sag?”

Tanuj Gautam. As I close my eyes now and think of who you were, my mind envisages itself around a good dancer or a good swimmer or the guy who never gave me his birthday treat or maybe the guy who loved being happy.

You said goodbye to all of us almost two years back. And now your birthday is just a few minutes away. But there are no cakes or presents here today; just love from friends who want to say “Happy Birthday”.  I hope that somehow you can see and know that we have not forgotten you. I hope you see that we still remember you.

May you keep doing all the things that you love to do.

NLUO remembers the boy who continues to live. Because friendship will always be the same as it was..

With love, as always

Dear Jeet,

I am sorry for not being the best sister in the world. I have been busy or not available or sleeping when you have been crying late into the night. I hope you forgive me for all those times when I turned away my face and ignored you. I am sorry for denying you the scooty rides, the ice-creams, the last piece of chicken, your favorite song,TV channel or even the remote control. 

I just want you to know that you are my favourite person in this world. You never forgot to cheer me up when I was sad. You even shared your five-star with me when I was ill. You had the strength to call me up, when I was away and say 'I miss you'.

Please be my best friend till the end. 

Love,

Isha-nani

Miracle

Nineteen years, three hundred and forty nine days,

Gone like the early gush of wind beneath my ear,

Nineteen winters, nineteen summers,

And nineteen months of rain later,

The nineteenth autumn is about to come. 

And the road is still full of dry leaves,

It makes a sound when I step on it.

Birds are chirping away, The sky is a sad blue,

Beyond the mountains I see a door,

A door that calls my name,

I am still walking on the stones,

The breeze is flowing through my hair.

And the door still does not open.

This is the pain worth nineteen autumns

And nineteen winters and nineteen summers.

And nineteen months of rain later

One voice is just what I want  to hear.

Soothing and meaningful,

But maybe there are nineteen more winters,

And nineteen more summers,

And nineteen more  months of rain..

P.S: To be continued (When the door opens and the miracle happens)

Depression

As I fall asleep at exactly 3 am,

I feel disturbed by the thought of the next 8 am.

As the clock on my wall strikes eight,

I tend to twitch my stomach muscles tight.

Here comes another day,

Another day and another night,

Even with an extra day, nothing seems right..

The classroom looks empty,

The white-board looks black,

With more than 55 people around me,

One friend next to me, is exactly what I lack.

Somebody opens the window,

The salty breeze flows in.

It chokes my throat, I hope I die,

But the Heavens don't allow me in.

The classes seem dull,

The high-pitched laughter is dead,

A voice is all I can hear,

Giving me goose-bumps and making my skin red.

They say it's my life, happy or sad

They say I should love it, good or bad.

But before I can think on a happy note,

The day is over and the darkness has come.

I shiver and shake and curl up on my bed,

I pull a blanket and a drop of tear, I shed.

And as I fall asleep at exactly 3 am,

I feel depressed by the thought of 8 am..

Green House- B (The Trial of Saddam Hussein)

You are the best team members I have ever had. Sid, Jubin, Tulip, Varun, Vikas and Prasidh!! I am not sure if we did justice to the project but we had put in a lot effort into the project.

Even though there were negative comments, our hard work has been appreciated by 70% of the population(No I am not lying). I also thank my political science Guru Dr. Afroz Alam, who has helped us all in making the presentation a success.

And lastly, Mr. Saddam Hussein May your soul rest in peace..