Flashback archived

Its been quite a long time since my last post. So I have decided to dedicate this post to some "relevant topic"...and by relevance I do not mean relevant to my nation (like Anna's fast unto death or the 2G scam or Kanimozhi's arrest, as much has been written and telecast about them..but I might write about them in my next post), or relevant to my family (my parent's worries about my brother's admission in a college, due next year). Relevance here implies relevance to me...so here it goes..............

The initial three months of the last semester proved to be the best, reason being my first job, my birthday, two of my friends' birthdays, a cousin's marriage, roaming about the markets of Janpath and Sarojini Nagar, a smooth tension- free life and much more. I shopped till I dropped, be it kolhapuris (or something very close to kolhapuris), kurtas or T- shirts (before this, I had always doubted my shopping potential!). After that, life around me suddenly started getting the better of me, but in the process made me a better person. 

Midst the final year project, continuous trips to Bahadurgarh and Karol Bagh, posting innumerable forms for post graduation, witnessing companies coming for on- campus placement and giving vivas and presentations, a very different flavor of life came out in the open. It captivated me completely (both literally and figuratively!!).

People who were just classmates before became close companions (courtesy: 'project'). We braved the heat stroke together, crossing all barriers of distance and time, so engrossed in the project work, that appearing for exams seemed to be a formality, a ritual that we had been performing for the past seven semesters (what more can one expect from final year students?). But then hard work pays. Our project was selected for the inter- college competition, and we brought laurels to our college by winning the first prize. No one was expecting an all- girls team to give such a spectacular performance at this level, but then they could not deny the fact that our concept was feasible and more importantly, we thoroughly knew what we were saying and what we had fabricated, and that's the way the cookie crumbles (Copyright: Bruce Almighty)!!

Then came the end term examination. At first, it seemed that this is the last exam of my life, but there are many more exams yet to come. But one thing that I am going to miss for sure, wherever I go, will be my college- IGIT, and every single being, living or non- living,  associated with it.


Well now, there is a whole new horizon ahead and an entirely diverse world beckoning me towards itself!!

One Gate, Umpteen Gateways

I know this is not rare,

Nor is it for the first time,
That a mortal stands before you,
Oh Mighty Gate of Life!


You have opened your arms to welcome me,
As if to invite me to an auction!
And introduced me to your clients- the Gateways,
Who, in my world, are renowned as 'Career Options'.


One after another, they greet me,
Presenting their brochures of pros and cons,
And once they are done, they offer me a key,
That is supposed to open the lock of a new dawn.


Oh! What a sight it is!
To see them lure me no end,
To make me sign their lifelong bonds, 
They plead with me, so that I might bend.


So tell me, Oh Timeless Gate of Life!
What would you do, had you been in my situation?
With due respect, and even more humbleness,
I seek an answer to my question.

- Disha Wahi

Spellbound!

I woke up on a dark, dewy morning,

Felt a bit colder than usual,

Heard no sparrows chirping,

Just the watchman with his whistle.

With eyelids still glued to each other,

It took a lot of effort to check the time,

Was 5’O clock, so regained my slumber,

Considering it to be a harmless crime.

All of a sudden it started to rain,

Pouring cats and dogs and kittens and pups!

And the doors and windows went insane,

By gushes of wild winds that seemed to be doing push- ups.

It made me wonder for a while,

Do these clouds ever sleep?

They continue their journey, traversing miles,

Drenching every being as they weep.

What makes the wind decide?

To stay calm or to stage violence,

By taking an old gulmohur's fate in its hands,

Uprooting it ruthlessly, while it watches in silence.

Or how did a vulnerable daisy survive?

In the claws of that obnoxious monster,

What forced its lost strength to revive?

When there was no sign of a possible future.

In a collapsing mound of wet soil,

How could that tiny ant protect its family?

In all the fury and the turmoil,

How did it rescue them, one after another, so stealthily?

These thoughts incinerated my early morning dreams,

Could not sleep after that heavy dose of enlightenment,

With droplets of awe trickling down my soul,

I enjoyed that moment with utmost enchantment!

                                                                                                                             -Disha Wahi