Loving J...........

Im in love with Jnu.No matter where I live Im sure il miss dis place.This is Home .More of a home than the place where my family lives.There are reasons ofcourse.This is the place I feel Ive been most loved.In a way pampered.Pampered by friends ,teachers and strangers.Even when I give bad papers I end up getting good grades.When I have doubts the teachers seem to read my eyes.I just love the culture here.Where else do u find profs teaching international trade in class and then making musicals on Ramayana with rock and jazz compositions.And I doubt if there are seminars in others institutions where wine is served with dinner :P(free!).Not to mention the doubt clearing sessions in the canteen where the profs treat u ,and the tea and biscuits that they insist u take while writing ur exam.This after uve paid just a paltry sum of rs.263 for the entire semester.They even gave us toffees first day of the class!

Figment of my Imagination

Made innumerable castles in the sky,
In the belief that I was the apple of your eye,
I spent away precious nights ,awake, staring …..
My make believe world had a pedestal for you,
Wherefrom your words sounded like commands.
Swelling with pride I’d complete each demand ,
And cry , at your reprimands.
Dreams I wove around uncertain futures ,
Everything changed in them..
All people I knew deserted me,but You,
The figment of my imagination stayed in them,like my anchor.
We met once,just once,walked around a circular maze,
They say people lose their way there
I lost You.
You,the figment of my imagination,forever smiling in my make believe world,
But actually nowhere……