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Tuesday 26 March 2024

"Writing Culture And Identity" – Report Writing by Hafsa Ahmed of FNZC I Year


   On 6th March 2024, The Capacity Development Program - "Writing Culture And Identity" was organized by the Department of English and Foreign Languages in collaboration with Quills literary club. 

   Tenzin Tsundue a writer, poet and activist born and raised in India who writes and lives for the freedom and independence of Tibet. The session was started by his introduction as a refugee. He had a unique way of attracting the audience with his words. He said he tours colleges to inspire students to become writers and find their writing style. The writer shared his struggle story and his life stories as a Tibetan refugee studying literature and practicing writing In India.  

   The writer kept the audience entertained and active by asking questions and knowing the students opinions. He spoke about how he worked hard in his writings and never gave up inspite of receiving criticism. He shared his writing experiences and recited one of his poems, which was funny yet amazing and was highly adored and enjoyed by the students. The students really enjoyed his poem and were inspired to write and got an idea on how to write using one's culture. He ended the session by narrating a part of his short story and explaining it. The session was really useful and informative for the students and filled the atmosphere with enthusiasm and interest for writing. The students paid keen interest and attention to the writer throughout the session.

     He then introduced his poetry and short stories book "kora" and a book on Tibetan essays and short stories "Nowhere to call home". He brought a few copies of these for the students to buy, which the students purchased with great excitement and interest. The Head of the Department, Dr.M.Suchitra Madam felicitated him as a token of gratitude and respect.



Sunday 25 February 2024

"Valorous Women" - By Ayesha Siddiqua of BA First Year 



Picture Credit : Ayesha Siddiqua 


Be Bold enough to dream,
And brave enough to try,
Be Bold enough to use your voice,
And brave enough to listen your heart,
Be bold and brave, my beautiful queens.

Dare to believe that you can,
Dare to make your dreams a reality,
Dare to live your life limitlessly,
Dare to be yourself,
Be bold and strong enough,
To live a life you've always dreamt of.



Sunday 18 February 2024

"Crumbling Kinship : A Tapestry of Gratitude and Betrayal" - By Prakarshitha Borra of BA Final Year 


Picture Credit : Special Arrangement 


In shadows of kinship, trust was sown,
A family’s embrace, a haven to own.
Yet, the ties that bound, so fragile, so thin,
Crumbled beneath the weight of the unseen.

In halls of family, echoes of strife,
Where once was solace, now a fractured life.
Friends, once allies, turned to wield the knife,
A narrative of betrayal, cutting like a scythe.

Siblings, once pillars, now shattered and torn,
A heart once whole, in fragments is worn.
Extended kin, once a sanctuary, now scorned,
A trust obliterated, a foundation mourned.

Through wreckage of hopes, I bear the weight,
A soul battered, a spirit in its direst state.
Blame not cast on those who participate,
For my trust, my own, I must re-evaluate.

In this crucible of pain, gratitude finds its voice,
To friends, to parents, to siblings, a choice.
To the ones who broke me, yet offered a lesson,
A conflicted thank you, a bittersweet confession.

For every betrayal, a mirror to my soul,
A reminder to rebuild, to regain control.
In the ruins of trust, a chance to be whole,
A journey of healing, a narrative to inscroll.

So here’s my gratitude, wide and vast,
To every actor in this intricate cast.
In the tapestry of life, lessons amassed,
A thank you to the present, a farewell to the past.


Sunday 11 February 2024

“Hey Girl” – By R.Srivally of B.SC MPCS First Year


Picture Credit : Special Arrangement 


If you think you don't have enough clothes, 
Be grateful to atleast own them.
Your parents refrain from sending you after 9pm,
Yet, they do send you before 9pm. right?
You say, they don't respect your choices,
Atleast they gave you choices.
You say, you are not allowed to go for night outs,
But at least you go out in day time.
You say your parents are too harsh on you, 
But atleast thank god you have them.
They love you a lot because you are their child.





Sunday 4 February 2024

“Embracing Tranquility” - By Desai Deepa Samirav of BA First Year


Picture Credit : Special Arrangement 

In this gentle current, there is a brief respite from chaos around. Here, the world’s dissipates and we savour this fleeting escape from reality. In this tranquil embrace, we find a momentary freedom, wishing time would stand still.
Yet, we know this serenity is temporary, a brief pause from life’s relentless current. But every stolen moment like this, renews our spirits, offering a glimpse of peace amid the storm. As the water carries us forward, we are all reminded that amidst all life’s turbulence, we all deserve moments of weightlessness, where we can simply be and breathe.

Sunday 28 January 2024

“I Lost Me, Again” – By Bhumika Raikote of BA II Year


Picture Credit : Special Arrangement

I lost again
When questioned, silence held my tongue,
No words emerged—except ‘nothing.’
I lost anew,
Judged again on past missteps,
My baggage opened for inspection,
My diary, my only confidant,
Was scrutinized and dragged into the light.

I lost again,
World aware but helpless,
No one beside to share burdens,
Pain remains unspoken.
I lost,
Confidence, emotions hanged on,
Steady hands shiver again,
Felt lifeless and loveless.

Again, I couldn’t help myself
From being lost.
I lost again.
I lost me again.

Sunday 21 January 2024

"People Of Greatness" - By Safiyyah of BA I Year 


Picture Credit : Special Arrangement 



Nobody is successful by fate, 
Procrastination is their only hate. 
They are punctual to every gate, 
Neither they deny nor they're late. 

In every situation they'll be brave;
Hence we remember them,
Even if they reach to the grave, 
Success is the only thing, For which they crave.... 

Then comes a moment, 
Which takes everything from them like a wave. 

Story does'nt terminate here, As they restart, 
Having passion like an artist for his art. 
They always follow their plan, not the heart
If people drag them to negativity, they'll stay apart.

They'll never relinquish a rope, 
Which contains the strength of hope. 
They stand ever ready for cope, 
And never utter the word 'nope'.

Finally their battle of struggle won, 
After the hurt of millions of thorn, 
Fame is the vehicle which gives them a horn, 
They've lived the true life, not just born.