Meenakshi Nahara

MY SUNSHINE

The flowers still bloom in the spring...
The sun still shines...
and glows like never before.
It spreads across the rays, tranced.It heals the essence of every being.
But my soul still lies in dark.
I cry my heart out in the light.I crib, i ponder, i weep.
Dont want to believe in what i’m seeing.
And here i wait again,here i wish to see...
My flowers to bloom once again,
My sunshine to glisten on me....

Grave situation man I met might have been a ghost

On one of our regular night-outs, my friends and I decided to dine at Comesum, Nizamuddin. It was past midnight when we were over with food and back on the road with our bikes, trying to outdo each other. After a while of speedy excursion, I decided to have some adventure. So, I proposed something I had been thinking of doing for a long time.

I asked all my friends to accompany me for a stroll into the Pandara Road cemetery. They were shocked and, as expected, refused to go there. All of them even tried to deter me from doing so but the idea of coming across a ghost - which I believed don't exist - was too fascinating to give up.

Going ahead with my preposterous plan, as my friends called it, in 10 minutes I was on that road facing the graveyard wall. The mere sight of the silent graveyard was tempting to attract me inside. A strange anticipation swept through me and I jumped over the low wall to enter the land of the dead.

As soon as I stepped inside, an eerie feeling took over me. It was dark and damp, but it had not rained the entire day! Nothing was visible except for the rays coming from one of the street lights.There was silence all around and not a single human being was in sight. Soon, it got spooky and scary and I wanted to move out of the premises. But something stopped me!
Suddenly I realised that I was standing in the middle of the graveyard without even having moved a step. As I shifted a little, I slipped and fell into a grave-like pit. I felt I was unconscious for a while as when I woke up I could feel that a little time had elapsed. Feeling damp mud on my cheek, I tried to stand up.As soon as I was standing again inside the ditch, I saw a figure of a man above. Looking down at me in a strange way, he offered his hand to pull me up. I could feel a chill run down my spine on holding on to his hand. It was colder than a normal person's hand would be in that weather.
After pulling me up, he asked me the reason for being in the graveyard at such a late hour. With a little hesitation, I lied saying I had come there in the evening to offer flowers at one of the graves but fell into the ditch, so was unable to leave. I then thanked him for pulling me out.
Taking the conversation a little further I got to know that he was a science graduate for the Banaras Hindu University. Then, I don't know why but the man asked me to check on my bike. Instantly, I was in front of the wall which I had climbed to come in. I could see the man waving at me and then disappearing into the darkness.When I was alone again, I realised that there was not a single peck of mud on either my cheek or clothes. I went to the graveyard next morning again to check out on that person. To my utter surprise, the keeper told me that no one was allowed inside after 11pm and the keeper was certainly not the one I met that night.
Was it the soul of one of the people resting in the graves there? The question haunts me.

Is There Any?

IS THERE ANY?

by KUNIK BHARTI

“Inqlab Zindabad”, “Tum Muje Khoon do, Main tumhen Azadi dunga”, “Satya aur Ahinsa hi sarv dharm”. These were some of the slogans given by the immerging leaders of that era which changed India in all aspects and helped her gain victory and independence over the foreign rule. These leaders gave India the prime importance in their lives above everything and treated India as Matra-Bhumi (mother land). Mahatma Gandhi, Bhagat Singh, Subhash Chandra Bose, Jawaharlal Nehru and many others were the rebellions, who fought against anything wrong and made there image in the hearts of billions as the True Immortal Leaders.
As we enter the era of new generation and abundance of opportunities, India has made a significant mark on the globe but still we, as a nation are considered as the third world nation. After all the achievements and triumph India has able to gathered, why is it so that we are still considered as the third world nation? The answer lies within the nation’s spirit.
Corruption, Poverty, Communalism, Caste bias, Gender Inequality, Religion.....and the list goes on and on. Why even after 63 years of independence we are not able to get independence over the true evils of our nation. Why isn’t any political party able to curb any one problem of the various iniquities? What are the political parties doing over the years? Is there any party that can fulfill the literal promise that they make to the people of India? Is there a leader still left in India who gives our nation the prime importance above anything else?

NEETU SHARMA

Friends Forever
Sometimes we tend to rely on those, we never expect would event stay close for once. But, probably that is what life is all about. All the twists and turns, all the fun and frolic all the happy and sad, everything in one string, LIFE.We are often mistaken by how simple it all seems yet how difficult it all is. What matters at the end of all these questions is a simple, 'I am here for you'. This is to all my friends who have always been there and supported me no matter what.Thank you all

Friends

Friends Forever
Sometimes we tend to rely on those, we never expect would event stay close for once. But, probably that is what life is all about. All the twists and turns, all the fun and frolic all the happy and sad, everything in one string, LIFE.We are often mistaken by how simple it all seems yet how difficult it all is. What matters at the end of all these questions is a simple, 'I am here for you'. This is to all my friends who have always been there and supported me no matter what.Thank you all

Pursharth Chawla

I am someone
I walked past a dead face
even though the person was alive
I saw my eyes in the mirror
and cried at the sight
I looked at a person I didn't know
and I met a friend
I got heads to turn
when I walked past
I learned a lot about myself
when I lost a new friend
I cried every tear in my body
when I thought about love
I got hit bad
then got back in the ring
I climbed a mountain of rocks
and saw an eagle fly over- head
I heard terrible things about myself
when no one thought I was listening
I realized I was strong
when I didn't cry when it hurt
I found out who I was
when I was with someone else
I thought I was lost forever
when a friend found me
I held a life in my hand
and it was my own
I was a pawn in someone else's game
so I surrendered to a brook
I walked the fine line between surviving
and not wanting to survive
I still am
I am someone

Pursharth Chawla

Fresh Wine

Watching a bunch of 60 new faces, some feeling lost, some having a confident walk, and some, which you cant, decipher. All at the same time analyzing and trying to get familiar with their new surrounding and their already existing inhabitants. The whole view is worth waiting for a year for sure!
The faculty does their bit on ice-breaking sessions, which obviously are distinct from the ones conducted by the seniors, but in the end it all comes down to an interesting first meet, and amity formed for life. One thing, which I can swear by, is that every moment of the next 3 years is going to have a part to play in “You” becoming a totally different person. And I have a feeling while having a recap thought on the last day of college; you’ll surely remember my words and me.
Moments of exhilaration, moments of disappointment and much more in the vocabulary of emotions, going through all of them will make you experience the meaning of the phrase “Journey Matters More than the Destination”. As your senior, on the behalf of faculty and my friend and acquaintances, I welcome all the freshers to MBICEM- your journey.
By- Pursharth Chawla