Just as I was about to retire, Just as I was to extinguish the fire, A thought flashed into my mind, That I was to leave my college days behind. Those were the days of fun and frolic, Those were the days of gifts and gossip, Those were the days of bunking the classes, Those were the days of “cheering” with tea glasses. Days of bowing down before seniors in first year, Days of fearing EDC and NT the next year, Days of running behind Profs for internals in third year, Days of preparing for MBA and Campus the last year. Now, these days will never come by, Now, we’ll never do “Assignment ki Chapayee”, Now, in the canteen, we’ll never have samosa and tea, Now, in the gathering, we’ll never dance to the rhythm of beats. No “hyaaa…t” screaming in the class, No aero plane flying towards the dais, No linking of girl’s name with that of a boy, No fresher parties full of “masti” and joy. But these days have taught us to take pride,A nd also to take success and failure in our stride, They have brought out our hidden talent, They have taught us to be independent. There are so many memories to take away home, There are so many friends that I am not alone, There are so many contacts in my “INBOX” There are so many messages on “Sign-off”. The extra tuitions, the Internship training, The “Industrial” tour, the canteen chatting, The VII SEM seminar transparency, The VIII SEM project: FACTS and FANTASY. The Exam form, the Express coffee, The Result day, the Class party, The writing on the desk, the writing on the wall, The cheating in exams, fearing one and all. All these “yaadein” are there forever, All the GFs-BFs, may there love be forever, The DOSTS and YAARS may change NEVER, Remember the movie we saw together! So, Just as I was about to retire, Just as I was to extinguish the fire, Another thought flashed into my mind, That this part of the tape will never "REWIND"
A little boy wanted to meet God. He knew it was a long trip to where God lived, so he packed his suitcase with a bag of potato chips and a six-pack of root beer and started his journey.
When he had gone about three blocks, he met an old woman. She was sitting in the park, just staring at some pigeons. The boy sat down next to her and opened his suitcase. He was about to take a drink from his root beer when he noticed that the old lady looked hungry, so he offered her some chips. She gratefully accepted it and smiled at him.
Her smile was so pretty that the boy wanted to see it again, so he offered her a root beer. Again, she smiled at him. The boy was delighted! They sat there all afternoon, eating and smiling, but they never said a word.
As twilight approached, the boy realized how tired he was and he got up to leave; but before he had gone more than a few steps, he turned around, ran back to the old woman, and gave her a hug. She gave him her biggest smile ever.
When the boy opened the door to his own house a short time later, his mother was surprised by the look of joy on his face. She asked him, "What did you do today that made you so happy?" He replied, " I had lunch with God." But before his mother could respond, he added, "You know what? She's got the most beautiful smile I've ever seen!"
Meanwhile, the old woman, also radiant with joy, returned to her home. Her son was stunned by the look of peace on her face and he asked, "Mother, what did you do today that made you so happy?" She replied! "I ate potato chips in the park with God." However, before her son responded, she added, " You know, he's much younger than I expected."
Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around.
People come into our lives for a reason, a season, or a lifetime! Embrace all equal...
--- How true are these words... Indeed! there are so many such people I meet almost everyday. Isn't that lovely? Thank God for them. Yet, many times they go unnoticed... and I keep searching for some good, for some joy... failing to realize that it is always there with me. It's a funny life! :)
I have a talkative mind..it goes on n on..non stop! I like to speak it out to someone or the other, n when I don't find anyone, I write :)
Well, thats the only source of my writings, n so I call it a hobby :)
Cheers!
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