It's Monday Again :X

the color is generally pleasent to view,
and even though i normally like all its hues,
but i beg exception of this particular case,
monday blues does not suit my taste . 

Shades of Gray.

A young man before his time died,

On the gates of heaven he arrived,

As the Gatekeeper called him forward,

He felt his life flash before his eyes,

And his deeds were weighed on the Weigh of Deeds,

But Good and Evil were evenly balanced,

The Gatekeeper stood firm on his ground,

said he "O young fellow from beyond,

Tis be the Gates to the Promised Land,

Yet ye are still not worthy enough,

To kiss the sands of the holy land

But rejoice neither ye be a sinner,

Like the wretchs of yer kind,

To suffer the wrath of hellfire abound",

The young man wearily faced upwards,

"Neither be aye a sinner nor be a saint,

Then in this realm of afterlife,

Pray , tell me o lord,

What shall be the fate of kind? "

As he moved his eyes upwards,

The serene face of the Gatekeeper his gaze met,

"Fear not my dear child,

there is yet hope for you to survive,

But to enter the Gates o the lord,

should ye answer the riddle aye ask,

Then aye shall open the gates and let ye pass"

No frown or smile crossed his face, 

with a silent nod the young man gave his consent.

"The life thee lived was colored bright,

yet before ye died ye had a good look at life,

But if aye did give thou a chance to paint,

Which color would the world be Black or White?"

His shoulders drooped as a tear rolled from his eye,

As he looked up, his face betrayed both pain and joy, 

the sad smile played across his lips when he replied,

"If aye were to judge the world by my eye,

I wouldn't paint either black or white,

My life would define the color i testify,

Nay I'd say,

I'd mix them both all around aye'd spray,

The darkest hues and shades of gray."

Last out of Pandora 's box -HOPE

Where did they go those carefree days,

When the prospect of morrow ne'er had me scared,

When being grown-up was the wish shared by all,

But this coveted prize was not worth the cost,

I spend every hour awake ,

Living a lie of calculated cheerfulness,

The smile I smile cannot be more fake,

A world that follows the same,

Oh do i yearn to forget these ways,

This hopelessness,distrust and distaste,

Nostalgia strikes me again and I,

I rejoice in the memory of those carefree days.

Now as I look back on those glorious days,

The prospect of a bleak future has scared me witless,

But fear ne'er failed to inspire greatness and hence

It's time to roll up those neatly pressed sleeves,

Toil and sweat away all day,

So don't let those shoulders droop,

And lest a frown should appear on your face,

Because the future's not written in stone my friend,

It shall be what we make out of our today.

A College Log.

Yesterday i was rummaging through my old books, to discard the useless ones and to sell any others that were worth  and gee none were worth!!!

So i found this lab journal which I had had used during 6th semester. As soon as i picked it up,dusted it, I turned over to the last page and voila I was not disappointed  something stupid brought a smile to my face. I found an edition of "CLOG", a sort of log i used to write during near to death boring or insanely funny classes. This is the first one of many to follow.

CLOG:-

9:50 am, SAT.COMM.-16/FEB/10

You know when you experience one of those days when "BORING" doesn't even begin to describe the screweed up monologue that your listening ? In the second week of college the first hour of Satellite Communication made me reach the same conclusion as I had in my previous years, what a waste of a good 50 minutes on a perfectly sunny tuesday morning, which could have been devoted to erstwhile mundane pursuits which sounded more alluring in a million ways.

                    Sat.Comm though I may abuse it's existence in our syllabus(partly cause its an elective) it does have its better qualities. For one our good ol balding lecturer never says "wrong" to any answer we provide and since he still needs to refer to the book to explain what a "Calender " is, the rest of us can sleep peacefully in the last bench.

                  Another factor is that it has become a Home-ground for birth of wickedly sick Pj's and leading us up front  today is an Arun lal creation, so sample this:

                              Q. Why was the Light sitting down?

                               A. Because,it was a SAT-LITE!!

Ah he finally started the attendance for the day, finally SALVATION!!!

Logging out fer today.