"Every Talk in It's Humour" - Report of the BA Orientation Program by Syeda Mariya

"Every Talk in It's Humour" — a virtual orientation session filled with love, laughter and learning was organised by the Department of English and Foreign Languages, for the students of B.A. on the 7th of December 2020.

The pandemic has restricted everyone including the teachers and the students to their homes but it couldn't hamper their determination to give the freshers of B.A., a warm and hearty welcome, and acquaint them with the department.

    

The online orientation programme commenced at 3:00 p.m. with a welcoming note by the hosts of the programme, Hiranmayee & Ciri of B.A. final year, followed by the introduction of the Head of Department of English and Foreign Languages, Suchitra Ma'am, by Leena & Supriya of B.A. second year.

    

The coordinator of the programme and  faculty member, Jhilam Ma'am comforted, cheered & encouraged the students with her charming words & graceful presence.

The "Quills Literary Club"— a significant part of the Department of English & Foreign Languages, was  spoken about by Syeda Mariya of B.A. second year, followed by a mesmerizing poetry dance performance by Sahithi of B.A. final year and Pranayanjali of B.A. second year on 'Trapped' by Veda Sri of B.A. final year.

The programme consisted of a series of speeches by the teachers as well as students regarding the activities of the department. The students also spoke about their personal experiences with the college and the faculty members.

Final year and second year students ensured that the programme was not mundane & thoroughly entertaining for their juniors by organising various games, cultural and dance performances in the course of the event, and interacted with the first years to make them feel comfortable throughout the programme.

The beautiful poetry recitation by Aishwarya of B.A. second year left everybody in amazement.

An interactive session was conducted towards the end of the programme in order to communicate with the freshmen and have their feedback.

The programme concluded with a vote of thanks by Pooja of B.A. final year.

Certainly, the final and second year students worked hard in collaboration to make the event a success.

"Truth of Our Love" - A Poem by G. Sai Pranayanjali

Truth of Our Love

You came into my world like a dream,

Turned it as beautiful as you are.

You are the beauty in nature:

Your smile, breezy as the wind

That fades my loneliness away;

Your eyes, bright as the light

That gives me confidence.

Your words, wise as the trees

That make me stronger with positivity;

Your care, like the evergreens,

Reminds me that there's someone waiting for me.

Your heart is the sun

That reminds me that you are a part of my life.

Your love, like oxygen,

Breathes life into me.

Your presence awakens me,

Professing that this isn't a dream,

But the truth of our love.

                                - G. Sai Pranayanjali (BA)

"Null" - A Poem by G. Sai Pranayanjali

Null

No matter what happens,

People will always

Make false statements

To fake forever.

No reasons, no arguments;

But those cold fights,

Widening the distance between them,

Only to lose themselves for ever.

No pain, no cure.

Constantly hurting each other with their actions,

Founding their relation on misunderstandings

To be remembered forever.

No love, no care.

Hating as if they had never loved,

Making their paths divide

To be free forever.

                                     - G. Sai Pranayanjali (BA)

"Epilogue" - A Poem by Tahreen Fatima

Epilogue

The silver moonlight shined through the window, 

Luring me out of my bed. 

Sleepily, I watched the silent show, 

Of the twinkling stars, and the darkness people dread. 

The hooting of an owl and the flapping wings of a bat, 

The chilly breeze, whistling through the trees. 

The dark clouds hovering by, 

And the glimmering stars in the sky. 

An aurora then wiped out the darkness —

A pleasure to a soul in distress. 

The changing colours, a plethora of feelings: 

Sorrow, joy, fear and brave awakenings. 

Uncountable mistakes, made without a second thought, 

Now I see how hard my soul fought. 

A war between wants and wrongs, 

Intensified with unheard songs. 

Childhood and teenage - the wonder phases of life, 

Adulthood, as I realised, is the phase in which we strife. 

The show ended, leaving me dumbfounded, 

I stood still with my feet firmly grounded. 

A minute ago, I was just a child;

Now, I’m an adult, chasing dreams in the wild! 

                                                                - Tahreen Fatima (BtCFs)

"My Cup of Coffee" by Veda Sri

 

My cup of coffee 

Every day, I crave for you. 

You’re the reason people call me suave. 

You’re my partner on sleepless nights, 

and companion on busy mornings. 

You keep me warm during Christmas time, 

and I confess that you were my love at first sight. 

Even though you are bitter, 

you make my memories sweeter. 

I thought love wasn't my cup of tea, 

but now I know that it's definitely my cup of coffee. 

                                                                 - L. Veda Sri (BA)

"In The Air" by Tirumala Tejasri

In The Air

They said love was in the air 

How could it be? 

I couldn’t smell it. 

The rising sun couldn’t banish the chill in the air. 

I hugged myself for warmth and nodded 

To the chirping melodies from my balcony—

Greetings from bird to bird before they flew in hope to touch Heaven.

Then the sky broke to wet the roads, 

A pack of dogs huddled together to protect each other from the rain. 

I heard a baby cry in my neighbour’s house 

Her mother held her in her arms 

And spoke of dreams and the sky and the rain. 

The baby’s smile was warm enough to change my mind. 

Love is abstract and endless.

Love is in everything that lives and doesn't. 

Love is in the air.

                                                     - Tirumala Tejasri (BtCFs)

"Mount Sinai" - A Poem by Christina Joyce Kotha

 

Mount Sinai

Dark sky, twinkling stars; 

'Twas like a never ending journey to Mars. 

Chilly air, giant rocks 

On the path I trekked, wearing Crocs. 

Stopped by the tiny wooden tea spots, 

Where ancient lovers drew many hearts. 

That place gave me utmost warmth, 

Especially when an Egyptian offered me some broth. 

When I reached the top of the mountain, 

It made my heart gush like a fountain. 

Gazing at the moon so near, 

Made that moment extremely dear. 

Learning about the ancient glory, 

Every other thing was nugatory. 

As I walked down from the mountain top, 

The beauty of the sun rise made me stop. 

Thanking God for his splendid creation, 

I wanted to stay there for generations. 

My heart was filled with so many memories, 

That became the cornerstones of wonderful stories. 

Thus, it was one heaven of a ride 

On Mount Sinai. 

                                                - Christina Joyce (BtCFs)