Wish For Love

An entity, just so divine;

So serene, so calm and feels so fine.

A feeling to which people devote;

But it’s so hard for them to emote.

Imbibes the heart with a feeling unknown;

Person feels the joy who once used to moan.

This feeling you feel deep-down in your core;

Makes your heart sing, fly and soar.

This feeling when someone embraced;

Fell in the path of love never leaving a trace.

If this is what you want to find;

You need to be amongst the destined.

I never felt like this before;

Where my feelings never go ashore.

Thou will also feel the same;

And paint thou-self in the love’s frame.

Moaner, once I have been;

Love lost in the midst, never to seen.

Will this love end again?

Leave me with nothing but, just the pain.

Is suffering a form of love?

I suffered enough not leaving a cove.

I pray to Thou never do this to one;

Death is better than being loved by none.

Cursed is what my life would be;

Never feeling a thing, never being free.

Pain is through what I have gone;

Never again shall I be born.

All these years my heart cried aloud;

No one could hear though many were around.

Faking smile throughout the day;

Love is lost and so is my way.

So I plead to all, that thou pray to Lord;

Make thou amongst the luckiest of all.

Who find love and forever it lasts;

And thus love’s shadow is what they cast.

I still linger along with grief;

This pain and suffering I hope is brief.

So wish for love is what I say;

God bless you all and never take your love away.

Nashit Vakil

T.E. EXTC-1

Shall we call this an adventure?

The third semester, after two months of practicals and written exams, had finally ended. Everyone was in a miserable state and were raring to go to their respective holiday destinations. I was headed to Igatpuri with eleven of my friends. Do not be mistaken, we weren’t going there for meditation or spiritual enlightenment. 4 kms. before Igatpuri on NH3 there is a place called Manas Resort. That is where we were headed.

On the 7^th of January 2009 we took the 7:17 Kasara local from Dadar. Had the train been scheduled for 7:16, we would have missed it. After a two hour journey, we got down at Kasara. From there we were trashed into a jeep for a 14 km. ride through the ghats to Manas Resort. Even vegetables are given more breathing space. There at Manas resort the 12 of us – Sahil, Omkar, R.V., Raina, Mulye, Don, Chitale, ‘Shah Rukh’, Tejas, Bagez, Jawan and I-were determined to have some great fun.

The first two days, we had some typical fun, which does happen when friends meet up. Playing cricket, football, cards, swimming, dance, sleeping in the terrace, scampering on the roof at midnight and other such senseless activities were part of it. But the third day was different. Some of us had planned to go trekking on the second day but that plan had been shot down because everyone had been tired. So on the third day we decided to walk all the way down to Kasara and see what happens.

We planned nothing except for the fact that we had to catch the 6:15 from Kasara. We decided to let things have their own course. So at around 1:15 pm. , with all our bags and baggage we began the downward journey on the ghat road. The first three kms. went away easily but after that the time taken for each passing km. seemed to be increasing. But the scenic beauty of the valley on our right, seemed to fuel everyone to keep walking.

Endlessly long container-trucks rumbled on our left and the beautiful and deep valley plunged to our right. Jawan made it appoint to wave out to every truck driver passing by our side. As every passing kilometer started gaining unprecedented importance, we started taking photographs of the milestones which showed that our destination was getting nearer.

Gradually the group split into two – the swift walkers and the not –so-swift walkers. The swift walkers reached the foot of the ghat first and ordered for food at the ‘Baba da Dhaba’. By the time the food arrived everyone was present and we feasted on the lunch. After the 8 km. walk all of us were hungry. An army marches on its stomach, doesn’t it?

It was already quite late, around 5 pm and we were all tired. We knew that we couldn’t make 6 km. in 75 minutes. We were told at Baba da Dhaba that just a short distance away we would get some vehicle for Kasara. So we kept walking. The short distance turned into another kilometer and the haste turned into desperation, but we found no vehicle. Finally out of pure luck, we saw a rickshaw that had some space. Four of our friends vegetabled into it and headed for Kasara. They would also buy tickets for us.

Eight of us remained stranded on the national highway. With 50 minutes and all our luggage in hand and 5 kms. to go it seemed impossible. But when the going gets tough, the tough get going. We started waving out to any and every vehicle passing us and asking for a lift. After 10 minutes, which felt like an eternity, a truck driver actually stopped! Before he knew it the eight of us were in his cabin. This time I did not complain about the lack of space. That was indeed one of the fines moments of our life.

In the next 10 minutes we traversed 4 kms. till where the Kasara road separates from the highway. We thanked Sitaram for the truck ride and forced a 50 rupee note into his hand. We took a photo with the truck and sped off towards Kasara. We were eight 19 year-olds, tired as hell, walking an uphill road, with all our luggage, 25 minutes in hand and 1 kilometer to go. This is when I understood what they mean by ‘So near, yet so far.’ But after making it so far we couldn’t let it go could we? We strode onto the platform at 6:14 and sat down with our four friends just as the train began. Those were moments of pure unadulterated unforgettable ecstatic joy. All is well that ends well.

I will surely call this an adventure.

Vikrant Hatwalne

T.E. EXTC-2

Principal's Words of Wisdom

“Imagination is the beginning of creation. You imagine what you desire,
you will what you imagine and at last you create what you will."
--George Bernard Shaw

“All truly wise thoughts have been thought already thousands of times;
but to make them truly ours, we must think them over again honestly,
till they take root in our personal experience."
--Johann von Goethe

“Choose again.
Pretend that you are enlightened.
Pretend that you are loved by God.
Pretend that you are perfect just the way you are.
Take a deep breath now and PRETEND WHAT IS TRUE.
Then everything will make sense.
When you pretend something that is true, then you immediately become
that Truth.
First the energy of God descends upon the Earth, then it pretends
whatever it wants to be, then it ascends back to its source. You are God
pretending to be whatever you are right now. Do you understand what
this means? You have allowed yourself to descend, but by pretending to
be less than what you are, you have not ascended back to God."
--Thomas (Indigo Child)

“Love is much more fundamental than any kind of thinking or believing.
It is the root and basis of who you are, at the most fundamental level.
This means that anything other than love as an expression of your being
is artificial and unnatural and is a result of not knowing who you are."
--Bill Harris

“Too Slow for those who Wait,
Too Swift for those who Fear,
Too Long for those who Grieve,
Too Short for those who Rejoice,
But for those who Love
Time is not.”
--Henry Van Dyke

“The man who is aware of himself is henceforward independent; and he
is never bored, and life is only too short, and he is steeped through and
through with a profound yet temperate happiness. He alone lives, while
other people, slaves of ceremony, let life slip past them in a kind of
dream."
--Virginia Woolf

“It is not the strongest of the species who survive, not the most
intelligent, but those who are the most adaptive to change."
--Charles Darwin

“Love is unconditional acceptance. That quality is also our essential
nature, who we really are."
--Peter Shepherd

"The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen, nor
touched... but are felt in the heart."
--Helen Keller

“The surest way to corrupt a youth is to instruct him to hold in higher
regard those who think alike than those who think differently."
--Nietzsche

Contributed by Professor Seema Shah (Principal)

A Walk To Remember

We use to walk down Juhu beach each evening, chatting away for hours about the daily mundane things, college fun, latest movies, fashion and crushes. We could talk on almost anything under the sun. It is said that all good things come to an end; our friendship too saw a similar fate. From a time when we would meet each other every day we began meeting lesser; small unresolved arguments kept piling up, we reduced talking on the phone and immersed ourselves in our own lives.

It was on my birthday that she called and said, “Hi, let’s meet. It’s been a long time and I guess this is the best time to catch up on our lives.” After about two weeks I finally met her. She greeted me with that same welcoming smile that she was used to when we had become friends. I had missed that smile for days now. As our meeting approached an end my friend gifted me a letter and a watch and said “This is a memento for our good times. I have missed you and our friendship. How I wish time could revert! This watch is symbolic of our moments of friendship and each time you look at it remember our friendship even if it means for that little moment”.

I didn’t know how to react and I could feel a tear trickling down my cheek. I wanted to tell her that I missed her too, let’s be the way we were before, but I didn’t say a word and we parted. She was crossing the road and suddenly I heard a loud crashing sound. I turned around and was shocked to see that my friend had met with an accident. A speeding motorcycle had knocked her down. I ran to her and as I held her in my lap, she mumbled, “I miss our friendship” and lost consciousness.

With the help of a few people I rushed her to the hospital and called her parents. A major six-hour surgery was performed; she had a serious head injury. While the surgery was going on the only thing on my mind were her words “I miss our friendship.”

I opened the letter to read it. She had written a lot of things, she also pointed out the reason for our distance, she said we should have trusted each other and resolved our issues before they could become barriers between us. She said that for once if only we hadn’t cared about our ego and instead cared more for each other, our friendship might have been intact.

Ego. It was ego that had created the rift between us; it began with small things and went on piling up till our friendship finally became overshadowed by it. Ego does nothing more than isolating us from our dear ones, and on any day relations are more important than ego. We kept our self esteem above our friendship and unlike before we stopped making the little efforts to sustain our friendship. Petty issues such as: “Let her call, why should I?” instead of saying, “Why shouldn’t I call her up? Maybe she is busy.” made us ruin our friendship.

As I remembered the times we had spent together tears kept rolling down my face. Even then I didn’t tell her, “I missed you too”. The doctor came and told us that due to severe internal brain injury my friend had slipped into a coma. He said the time of her recovery couldn’t be predicted. I broke down on hearing that. It’s been two months now since that accident; I visit my friend each day in the hospital. Her external injuries have healed, she is still in a coma. Each day I go and tell her what happens throughout the day, and now I tell her each day before leaving “I miss you. Get up, let’s walk down Juhu beach again”. I know she is listening, how I wish I could have told her that before.

I know you are listening to this article as I read it to you. Don’t worry my friend, very soon we will walk down Juhu beach and this time we will immerse our ego forever in the sea….

MEGHASHREE BAHETI (BE-INFT)

Have Some More Laugh...

1]Grandpa and granddaughter were sitting talking when she asked, "Did God make you, Grandpa?"

"Yes, God made me," the grandfather answered.

A few minutes later, the little girl asked him, "Did God make me too?"

"Yes, He did," the older man answered.

For a few minutes, the little girl seemed to be studying her grandpa, as well as her own reflection in the mirror, while her grandfather wondered what was running through her mind.

At last she spoke up. "You know, Grandpa," she said, "God is doing a lot better job lately."

2] There was a farmer who grew watermelons. He was doing pretty well, but he was disturbed by some local kids who would sneak into his watermelon patch at night and eat his watermelons. After some careful thought, he came up with a clever idea that he thought would scare the kids away for sure. He made up a sign and posted it in the field.

The next day, the kids show up and they saw the sign which read: "Warning! One of the watermelons in this field has been injected with cyanide."

The kids run off, made up their own sign and posted it next to the farmer`s sign. When the farmer returned, he surveyed the field. He noticed that no watermelons are missing, but the sign next to his read:

"Now there are two!!!"