12.30 Ki Netravati Super Fast
It was a Friday morning which brought down my life to a very critical stage.i woke up at 3 am to receive a call.The strings of guitar which i kept as a ringtone in my cell phone was continuously ringing.I was surprised to see my sister in law calling me at this early hours.I was shocked to know my brother who had left Mumbai to go to Karwar in Karnataka was missing.The train had reached on time at 12.30 am.Being a hot tempered guy from childhood,i thought he must have been engaged in some fight with co-passenger and was detained by the police at some station .I was worried and couldn’t think of anything at that point of time.I tried calling up his cell phone.The attempts were failed and the response was that "the person you are trying to call is unavailable.My mom was in a state of mental trauma when she heard.We even thought of losing him.My sister in law rushed to the railway station to enquire,but we were not able to trace him.
A Fast Train to Virar…
Guest Author: Varun Nayak
…for all they that take the sword shall perish with the sword.
- Matthew 26:52
My dad’s engineering degree
Naeem Sir, that is how i call him. He is one person I met in life who’s life is a story that we all would like to listen endlessly. He humbly accepted my request to share his bit of life and emotion with us all here. He is an awesome speaker and great with pencil and paper.
So guys lets see what Naeem Sir has to tell us. Enjoy the ride:-
How many times in life have we come across a situation or a moment in life, when we just want to laugh and weep at the same time for the same reason?
A little bit of “More”
It was like a gust when all the friends recieved this email from Ambika. We all were dumb-stuck and we were not late to realise the value of something “more” in our life. The next weekend our batch met up and chereshed the moments together after a long time. Now here it is:
Request
I got one of my Dad’s poem as i was arranging my shelf. This piece is a class.
The vivacity of my life
If you feel—
May keep under your care
For instigating the instinct of beauty and fair,
With an alluring thrill.
To contrary with the spark—
Must not rekindle again
By putting your effort in vain
To remove the galloping dark
As dark is loving to me and never gives me pain.
If you feel—
May take into core of your heart
To contrary, blemish if it seems
Do not set that into your eyes,
Because dark blemish spills in me
With a splendid thrill.
