STUDENTS's Diary

writing can be difficult at times

Wining and losing shouldn't actually matter to a student

FIVE POINT SOMEONE...

however crappy that book may be, it is got one thing right:
THE FIVE POINT SOMEONE'S ARE THE STRUGGLING ONES!

Damn, someone who is not even a FIVE POINT SOMEONE can be so not interested in even working towards betterment.

Being a FIVE POINT SOMEONE is better than being below five for a lot of times, those below five are actually only half alive... really, believe me,,, people without aspirations = half alive idiots!

Proud to have been a FIVE POINT SOMEONE at some point in my life and glad to have progressed ahead to a 6! But, believe me, only a FIVE POINT SOMEONE can reach a six, not a below five one. And all the difference there is between them is all about aspirations!!

Struck with SHOCK to See Other Student's Self-Worthlessnessssssssssssss

Professor: I am suddenly feeling tired. And sleepy.

(Read the professor as he was teaching Scene 13 of Tughlaq by Karnad)

My Mind: I am suddenly feeling tired. And sleepy.

And as I turned my neck around to combat sleep... I saw silent echoes of those words reverberated from several other students' expressions too.

We could so well understand what the character of Muhammad felt like in the play when he said "I am suddenly feeling tired. And sleepy." !!

Semi-usual sentiments sail like a ship in the sordid sea
this unusually casual behaviour
of professors professes the coming of a catastrophe to me!

Classrooms dont always teach everything...
there is a lot to learn by walking...
the fresh air that pulls and pushes you in different directions while walking is a blessing!

Classrooms dont always teach everything...
there is a lot to learn by walking...
the warmth of the sun while apricating in a blessing!

Classrooms dont always teach everything...
there is a lot to learn by walking...
the shade of trees while strolling about is a blessing!

Don't miss all these fine things...
go for a walk
and
start learning....
coz Classrooms dont always teach everything...
there is a lot to learn by walking!

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A bliss for student life!!

A busy day at an eductional institution does not necesssarily have to be all about being busy with education!!

Milton's Paradise
lost again,
a Satan leaked
papers of English exam.

Exams are a crucial part of a student's life and so are holidays.

The biggest challenge during holidays is to be your own teacher, own class-leader and lead your self, teach yourself to make the most of your free time!!

Holidays are indeed free time, but free to put to use and not to lose it in wastefulness without use.

The persistent continuous consciousness of being on gaurd and being worthly worthy is the reason vacations are given to students to learn this most important lesson of education through self-education.

To have the conscious knowledge of what is to be done is not enough coz then all doing is undone, so the attentiveness and effort awakened by wisdom must control the urge to waste time and instead learn this crucial lesson of education.

This is my mission this vacation!

VOTING!

We had elections today...
for the Class Representative
and I took the initiative....
I was the first to stand
and stood till the end
still, I fell short of votes
and that put an end
to all my dream song's notes :(


Why is it so tough to gain votes??

Don't you only read and get back to your life...
tell me...
help me...
I want to know!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

V
O
T
E
S

WHY

V
O
T
E
S

?

"Philosophical criticism has helped me to see
that every psychology—my own included—has
the character of a subjective confession , . . it is
only by accepting this as inevitable that I can
serve the cause of man's knowledge of man."
C. G. JUNG

Jung's lungs were filled with air and out of his deep concern and care for humanity, this psychologist deviced a theory on how our collective unconscious is filled with everything that exists in our collective memory.

Well, I am done with this. So now I'm free!!!!!!!


Free time tells tales
like the dancing whales
that enterain
and the time tickles
away into buckles
upon our nuckes
in the brain's train
as memory's rain.

Free time is a flea lime that is eaten away by the flea soon before it ripes!

My flea is flying and the lime is ending.
And, btw... today's rhyme is ending!!!!!

Lungs r filled with air...
And air is everywhere...
so don't u dare
to challenge this rare
theory...


Any gusses... which theory....

Oh come on... I have discussed this in my last entry...

now I need to exit :p

Good luck readers :)

It was all a dream...

the robbery,

the money,

the gift,

the lady,

the entire idea of helping someoe was a dream.

Well, that's a common dream, isn't it??
In several forms it may manifest, but we all dream about helping someone.
Is that just our good side or the hero instincts.... craving to be a hero indeed... like Lord Jim!

The archetypal studies by Jung talk about this I AM A HERO COMPLEX... damn, this is so complex!

O

Gone...
gone for ever...

my pocket money that I saved for THAT gift.

A gift for that old aunty who I see everyday,
I see her cross the road,
or
rather... making an attempt at it.
She can't walk that well...
twister from her hips, she is leans ahead... always.
I wonder how she manages to walk without a support.

She cannot look upwards...
cannot see the cars, come and go , towards her,
cannot see the stars, come and go, above her,
cannot see the flowers, that grow, upon trees

I she needs help to cross... always... forever...
she droops as though she is always falling... always...
falling....
I can't imagine her falling....
I fear she'll be Humpty-Dumpty...
she is almost withering away...
cannot her people give her care and support
for these few days...?????????????

I want to give her a stick, a support, a means to walk....
I also want to hold her feet and head in two hands and unfold her from her hips...
and upon her lips...
I want to see a smile.

Now, she won't smile, I won't be able to give her THAT gift, the stick!

I won't

and

I woke.

"Break
your
heads
over
it"
said our prof. and left us for a
break!

I walked out of the class like a free bird with my buddies.

Returning to class, I reached for my bag... and it wasn't there!!!!!!!!!!!!

I was running about like a chicken with its head cut-off.

But, I was already
Robbed.

Hell, it had all the savings from my pocket-money... had to buy the gift today!!!!!! and gone, exactly today.


The gift will have to wait now...
again...

"Supp?? "

Said the teacher, and we all cheered!!

What a day it was today! =D


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