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The world is evil, eviler are men

Deep within the forest, the cub wanders,

Searching for a sanctuary, searching for his mother.

He shivers in the cold, trembles in the dark,

Stumbles through paths of thorn and dust.

He longs for Mommy, he cannot fathom why

She doesn’t come and hold him tight.

He’s terrified of the dark, his Mommy knows that.

Then why, oh why, is she not by his side?

He doesn’t like the wolf, howling in the distance,

Doesn’t like the water, making sounds so eerie.

He hates the forest, but it wouldn’t matter,

If only Mommy would come and lick him.

 

Little does he know, that she is no more

The only memory of her, in a mansion,

Carpeting the floor.

Once a Queen, she is now a showpiece,

Aliens walking over her, without even knowing,

All she ever wanted was to protect her child,

Alas! Her dying wish could not be satisfied.

 

All he remembers is a bang and a leap,

And then strangers taking her away, down the creek.

He searches and searches and searches,

Not knowing that what once was will never be.

He’s only a baby, but yet he understands,

The world is evil, eviler are men.

Left all alone, in this dark hell,

He finally finds comfort,

After starving to death.

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SILENCE IS THE ONLY ANSWER SHE GETS

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“Why me?”

She asks her mother

Hoping, wanting, craving

A loving reply.

Mother looks at her,

Eyes filled with shame

And says,

“It must have been your fault.”

“Why me?”

She asks her father,

Thinking that he, at least,

Would understand her pain.

He turns away,

Can’t bear to look at her

As he says,

“It must have been your fault.”

“Why me?”

She asks her friends,

The ones who had promised

To be there for her, always.

They avert their eyes,

They won’t speak to her,

Not even to say

“It must have been your fault.”

Victim to a heinous crime,

Stripped of her clothes, her dignity,

She walks alone in a crowded world

Where they all say,

“It must have been your fault.”

“Why me?”

She asks herself.

Silence….is the only answer she gets.

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Roger Federer

33 years to this day, a legend was born. One who would blow away people’s minds by his style and grace. On the occasion of his birthday, a simple poem dedicated to him.

I had written this poem 3 years back, saw it today and decided to share it in honor my first idol, Roger Federer. Happy birthday Roger!

Roger Federer

With a racquet in one hand, a ball in another,

He sets out to serve, an accuracy unparalleled by any other,

He plays like a maestro, no doubt about that,

Glides on the court like a graceful cat.

Smashes are such they blow the opponent’s mind,

With power so great, he is one of a kind.

He has a game that’s second to none,

For sure, it can beat anyone.

Has many rivals who play quite fine,

He plays his game with a beautiful smile.

In the end they have to accept defeat,

For no one can mirror this great man’s feat.

I’m talking about one, there’s none better,

Who else but the great Roger Federer?

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THE ONE I COULD CALL MINE

We laughed, we cried,

We failed, we tried.

We fought, we hugged,

We battled, we loved.

You were there for me,

All the time,

But now I have lost,

The only one I could call mine.

A nightmare here,

A betrayal there,

Thread by thread,

I tore our bond to shreds.

You took my sorrow,

Made it your own,

But now I have lost,

The only one I could call my own.

You made me happy, you made me sad,

I treasured both, neither was bad,

I don’t know where our love has gone,

I can’t find it, I’ve searched up and down.

I pray to God,

I want things fine,

But now I have lost,

The only one I could call mine.

Call it fate, call it destiny,

Or call it my felony,

I did wrong, I know I did,

But never thought it’d end like this.

I pound my head,

On brick and stone,

But I can never bring back,

The only one I could call my own.

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Gate of happiness

My life is cold, colder than ice,

It takes sudden turns like a game of dice.

It pierces me with every step I take,

Like a knife with which I cut a cake.

With every move I make, I stumble to my knees,

Desperately needing a warm waft of breeze.

With every smile I fake, every word I say,

I try to keep the truth at bay.

I turn to my friends but alas, they have vanished!

I should have known; our link had tarnished.

I saw my friends holding hands with my enemy,

Laughing at me for being an easy prey to destiny.

I walk and walk and walk and walk,

Hoping to find a key to the lock.

The lock which when opened shall give me relief,

A life as beautiful as a coral reef.

I look high and low, left and right,

My key to the lock is nowhere in sight.

I give up my belief that a new world will arise,

And subject myself to the world of lies.

I know, sometime, my happy end will come,

Sometime, when the soil and I will be one.

Till that day I wait and wait,

Searching for happiness…oh, where is that gate??

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Land of the lost

Far away in the land of the lost,

There was a man who knew not what friendship cost.

He took his friends around him for granted,

And gave them not what they wanted.

Asked for favours, they were glad to give,

But never returned them, a bad way to live.

Often betrayed their secrets just for fun,

Even thought his friends never betrayed one.

Took the money they were happy to loan,

But when asked for money all they got was a groan.

So one by one, they left him for good,

Soon there was no one to soothe his mood.

Alone and lost in his cold world of misery,

He finally understood all his devilry.

He was a man in the land of the lost,

Who finally knew what friendship cost.

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A machine is a machine only!!

“A machine is ultimately a machine only, which is always made to work. In case of computers, it is either us if we do that or ‘some other’ which does it for us. this ‘some other’ is nothing but our very own operating system.”

– Computer science with python (Sumita Arora)

 

So, I was studying for my computer exam – last-minute study, as the tradition goes – and I was in a hurry to finish the portion – regarding which we were enlightened only 3 days before the exams. Imagine my frustration when I was informed by the textbook that ‘a  machine is a machine only’, not once, not twice, but THREE whole times! I mean, seriously, who to be told that even once, let alone thrice?? Dude, we’re in 11th, not pre-prep! With a headache building up and time no laughing matter, I felt like tearing off those pages and shoving them in the author’s face.

 

A computer is an object of fascination for everyone – from 5 year olds to 80 year olds. Students choose computer as a subject to learn new things about it, to gain knowledge on the subject. And knowledge, I’m sorry to say, does not consist of ‘ a machine is a machine only’. Oh, no, no, no! The author of this book – a  damn bad author, I must say – has clearly got her concept of knowledge all wrong. In fact, she’s got her concept of language wrong as well!

 

‘Operating system is just like our secretary’. I ask you, is this what students have in mind when they opt for computer science? As a student myself, I have to say, I was deeply disappointed in the textbook. A student is a student only, in the language of our dear author. They want to learn something new, something interesting, something fascinating. And the fact that the operating system is like our secretary is not in the least bit interesting OR fascinating!

 

So, my friends, unless you want to be informed that ‘ a machine is a machine only’ and that ‘operating system is just like our secretary’ , I would strongly advise you not to even touch this book! Thank you for being such a dear and listening to me!

 

Signing off,

Ragini