"She Wants To Live!" - A Poem by Chandana Naikal, B.Com Computers, 2C

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SHE WANTS TO LIVE!


There was a girl -

Who was worthy of everything.


She knew that,

She was among the endangered species -

Since she was being murdered before birth.


She screamed when someone killed her,

While she was in her mother's womb.


She begs for a life to live,

Everyone talks about her safety,

But she doesn't feel safe anywhere!


Stop, the voice rises -


She is omniscient and multipotentialite.

She needn't beg for a life,

She is the one who gives birth to life.


The world will be chaos without a girl child,

She knows how to fight for her rights,

She knows how to get back her freedom of living.


If recognized - her potential,

Could be the solution to many problems.

If encouraged - with courage,

She could do wonders.


She is the symbol of all emotions.

                                                                                                    ~Chandana Naikal (B.Com)

"Let Go of It" - A Narrative by Prabha Tiwari, B.Com Regulars, 2A

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LET GO OF IT!

                                  I stared at my replica. There was no difference, but just that she had black orbs, completely black. It would be an understatement to say that I wasn’t terrified, because I was. But how is this possible? Who is she? I know that it’s me. But she may be the dark and evil side of mine. It felt like my soul would leave me anytime soon.

                              “Yes, you are right. I’m a dark and evil side of yours. You know what, I pity you and it disgusts me that I am you. You are a little piece of crap who doesn’t deserve to live. Do you know why? Because you can be anything but good. Just look at yourself. Such a piece of waste you are. You couldn’t be a good daughter, a good friend, or a good lover. Nothing in you is good. I’m ashamed that I am you. Tchhhh! Such a waste that exists in the nine realms. Why don’t you die than being a burden to the earth. You know what, if it was in my hand, I would definitely kill a person like you.” She spat at me with those furious black orbs. I could feel her anger in me. Well, why would I not? After all, she was me.

                               It terrified me to no extent. I so wish I could deny the facts that the replica stated. But, I know they are all true. I could be anything but good. I couldn’t be a great daughter, not a good friend and not a good lover. I felt a terrible pang in my heart. Her words pierced my heart and broke it into millions of pieces. But then, “You know what, you’re right. Every word you spoke is as true as this universe is. But my past doesn’t matter. I know I couldn’t be a good daughter, but now that I am a good person, as my parents wanted me to be. The path I chose, I’m sure my parents are proud of me. I wish they were here with me to see that at last, I’m happy. Even this is true, that I couldn’t be a good friend. I couldn’t save my only friend from that fatal accident. But I tried my best. And love? How will a person like you understand what love actually is. That man didn’t deserve me, he betrayed me, he cheated on me, so I left him. I know you have the capability to corrupt me, alas you can’t. I know I have flaws; actually, tell me who doesn’t have flaws. Every person that exists in this universe has flaws in them, am I any exception? No! Right? Then why? Why should I die? Why should I suffer? Just because I chose what I wanted and I wanted to be happy, should I suffer? No, a big no for it. Do you understand?”, I screamed my thoughts.

                              She chuckled and said, “You are really something, aren’t you? You know what, only you can beat yourself. I thought you would fall for my trap, but you are something different. Really different. All the best. By the way- it was nice talking to you.” And then I was on the hospital bed. Great. But it feels different in a good way. I sigh when I see a doctor approaching me.   

                                                                                                       ~  PrabhaTiwari (B.Com)           

 

"LONELY" - A Poem by Shalini Devi Dakoju, BSC, FNZC, III Year

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LONELY


In this fast-paced world, I needed to reach somewhere,

I wanted to look at you, so I sat right there.

Thoughts are fights with deep despair;

Every single nerve in me says, 'You don't care'.

Always trying to reach you,

Waiting to find you, searching to see you.

Endings are not the happiest except on-screen,

And the journey I dreamed with you is surely, unseen.

Turning the pages on my diary,

I realized they are oh! So heavy.

The truth, the myth and the weight I put on the levee,

It scattered into pieces,

Leaving me expectedly, lonely.

                                                                                       ~ Shalini Devi Dakoju (BSC, FNZC)

"THE COURAGE TO WITHSTAND ANYTHING" - An Article by Shazia Salama, BSC, BTCFS, II Year

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                               THE COURAGE TO WITHSTAND ANYTHING

                           It is said that life gives us many problems, but we should be willing to face any circumstances that life throws at us. As life goes on, there are new challenges and more problems for us to solve. No matter what happens in your life, always face it with a smile. “They were times when I used to enjoy my life to its fullest, but suddenly one day, in my sixth grade, I had this terrible pain in my left ear, which was so immense that I couldn't bear it. After school, I went home and informed my parents about it, but they did not take it seriously. As years passed, my left ear continued to ache, and I just couldn’t endure it.  I passed my sixth grade with flying colours despite the pain. I entered tenth grade but the pain in my ear was still there - insufferable. My parents then realized that it was serious and took me to a hospital in Mehdipatnam. Over there, skilled and experienced doctors were surprised by how I had tolerated the pain for so long. My parents got to know that I had a hole in my ear drum since this deadly contaminated disease has fully damaged my left ear. I was hospitalized immediately.

                           The board exams of my tenth grade were approaching; for me, this is what it was like, I was in the operating room on the table, the nurse inserts an IV needle in my arm and starts a dip, they anaesthetize me. When I woke up, I was on some powerful analgesic drugs, it actually took me a while to figure out what was going in and out of my consciousness. My journey through an eight hour surgery,  was delicate and a complicated case for the doctors. Later on, I was told that the doctors had successfully cleaved it out and I had eight stitches behind my left ear. I thanked the Almighty God for this. I was scared that my final exams were at hand. People around me said that I shouldn't stress about my exams, as I could repeat my tenth grade next year. But my inner soul did not give up and my gut feeling told me that I had to crack it! I was reluctantly prepared to write my exams, with how much ever I studied. As I finished my exams, I was eagerly waiting for my results. To everyone’s surprise, I scored an overall CGPA of nine(9.0). My parents were proud of me and congratulated me on my success. My recovery was also made possible by all the medicines prescribed by the doctors.

                           Life is either a daring adventure or nothing at all !!

                                                                                                 ~Shazia Salama (BSC, BTCFS)

"VAMPIRISM" - A Poem by P. Navyasri, BA, III Year 

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VAMPIRISM


My guy-friends are vampires,

I shut off my human feelings.

My best friend is a witch,

She always rescues me.


My childhood friend is a werewolf,

He disappears on full moon days.

My brother is a vampire hunter,

A kid too innocent to kill someone.


The curse has begun working on me,

I'm the reason, I have to break free.

The Originals are waiting for my word,

But my supernatural friends don’t let me.


The witches are spelling and chanting,

The hybrids are sired by the Originals.

Slowly I'm turning into a vampire,

But I’m the last of a doppelgänger.


It feels like you are touching,

Every nerve of my body.

Everything is heightened,

I’m a blood sucker and a ripper.


Losing someone you love is the

Worst thing; I thought, but I was wrong,

The worst feeling is in the moment -

When you realize you have lost yourself.

                                                                               ~ P. Navyasri (BA)

"ONE AND A NINETY NINE PERCENT" -  A Poem by P. Navya Sri, BA, III Year

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ONE AND A NINETY NINE PERCENT

When I did not know what love meant,

I loved you with all my soul.

Now that I know what love means,

You aren't here with me.


There are many that are after me,

Forcing me to accept their shallow love.

I don't know what about me, enthuses them;

Such follies are entertained in inventory rumors,

They have no access to my heart any longer.


Now, I think of my dignity -

Because of you and for you, my love.

You just stopped at that one percent,

Yet I am here, at a ninety nine percent -

Obsessed with your smile, your words;

I levitate by thoughts of you and your feelings.

                                                                                                      ~ P. Navya Sri (BA)

"The Taliban Attack" - A Narrative by Shazia Salama, BSC, BTCFS, II Year

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                                              THE TALIBAN ATTACK

                           

                           It was the examination period!

                           The students were giving their exams, with an air of fear - on how to write essays on the topics assigned to them. This city in Saudi Arabia was haunted by the imminent fear of being attacked by the Taliban.
                           The exams were finally being conducted, as any further delay would ruin the academic year of students. The school management allotted only a specific number of their teaching and non-teaching staff to monitor the exams, as it was the corona virus pandemic.
                           The students are seated in the hall, within a spacious physical ambience, but are mentally crowded with anxiety and performance pressure.
                           The Taliban had warned the government that the examination centers would be attacked if the public chose to vote for a new government. The government authorities had assured safety to the educational institutions by providing them with an emergency helpline number, to call up for assistance in evacuating the students and staff, in case of any violent attack.
                          The clock struck 12 in the noon.
                          The Battle of the Quarter - Hour had begun!
                          The teacher says, “Your time starts now!”
                          Interrupting the teacher, two armed men wearing bandanas, barge in.
                          One among the terrorists says, “Everybody! Put your hands behind your head, don’t try to act smart or I'll blow your face off!!”
                          The teacher is restrained physically while trying to call up the helpline number. “One more step and one child will be dead”, he says. The teacher gulps, being scared to death; every child - hiding beneath the benches.
                         Two more men enter the hall and say, “Every member of the staff has been detained and no phone calls are allowed.”
                         The man in the room says, “Good job! Keep an eye on the students, not one should escape! Let their parents know that we will kill their children if they don't follow our orders”; he smirked.
                          Rohit and Priya - two fellow students, were sweating profusely. Not because they were trapped, but because they were trying to do something that could save their school.
                          Rohit was carrying a feature-phone, which he brought with a forethought of emergency - to call up the authorities. Priya was equally courageous and supportive towards Rohit.
                          Initially, he is startled and scared. He was under the bench with Priya, neither could they see those men nor they - Priya and Rohit. He gathers himself, getting back to his senses and picks up the phone to dial the helpline number.
                          He hears the sound of footsteps, but they’re indistinct. As the sound of the footsteps fade, Rohit dials the number and the call is answered.
                         “Hello! What's your emergency?”, says the man on line. Before Rohit speaks, the phone is snatched by one of the terrorists. Rohit is left aghast!!
                          The only attempt to save himself and his school was wasted. The man hangs up the call and points his gun at Rohit’s forehead; in a threatening tone, “You were warned not to call up anyone, now you pay the price!” he says.
                          The room echoes with the sound of gunshots.
                          “Bravo! Marvelous! What a shot! What an act filled with natural skills. Let’s call it a day. Crew! Pack up!”, said the director.
                           He then exclaimed “This story will be a blockbuster, mark my words! The last dialogue of the terrorist will grip the audience with fear, wondering if he’s actually one.”
                           The terrorist says “Maybe you’re right! Let me try it on you boss?”
                           The room was filled with the screams of the crew. The acting of the Talibans continued and the story proceeded.

                                                                                                  ~Shazia Salama(BSC, BTCFS)