SHADOW OF THE FAIL

One of my favourite songs till date.....

LP's "SHADOW OF THE DAY"

I close both locks below the window

I close both blinds and turn away

Sometimes solutions aren't so simple

Sometimes goodbye's the only way

And the sun will set for you

The sun will set for you

And the shadow of the day

Will embrace the world in grey

And the sun will set for you

In cards and flowers on your window

Your friends all plead for you to stay

Sometimes beginnings aren't so simple

Sometimes goodbye's the only way

And the sun will set for you

The sun will set for you

And the shadow of the day

Will embrace the world in grey

And the sun will set for you

And the shadow of the day

Will embrace the world in grey

And the sun will set for you

And the shadow of the day

Will embrace the world in grey

And the sun will set for you

Now, here's the one composed by your's sincerely, dedicated to the ridiculously pathetic grading in Mechanical Engineering, IIT Kgp.

My own "SHADOW OF THE FAIL"

I close both eyes in pain and anguish

I close both lips my marks they say

Sometimes passing is not so simple

Sometimes SQ’s the only way

And the grades will set for you

The grades will set for you

And the shadow of the fail

Will embrace the sinking trail

And the grades will set for you

Red slashes and crosses on your scripts

Your friends all leave but you do stay

Sometimes scoring is not so simple

Sometimes SQ’s the only way

And the grades will set for you

The grades will set for you

And the shadow of the fail

Will embrace the sinking trail

And the grades will set for you

And the shadow of the fail

Will embrace the sinking trail

And the grades will set for you

And the shadow of the fail

Will embrace the sinking trail

And the grades will set for you

For, those who happen to read this post, and fortunately or unfortunately don't happen to be associated with IIT Kharagpur, for them this is to tell, that SQ (Summer Quarter) happens to those who happen to score F (i.e. Fail), a not-so-happening occurrence happening quite often to the Mechers of KGP.... :P

PS : "THE FAIL" refers to the grade F....

Destined to….

When life’s certainty rolls out with the outcome of a dice,

When, three bullets, is the upper margin of your life’s price,

When, death is a regular visitor at the doorsteps of your soul,

You flee to the shelter of memories, waiting for the war to suffice.

 

The memories of my caring mother, life rendered her smile sealed,

The pessimist she became, after optimism showed no yield.

The memories of my beloved father, who, before in this world,

I could, my first, breathed his last in a battlefield.

 

The memories of my adorable wife, whom I left on her delivery night,

For ten months, kept away, has she been, from my sight.

The to-be-memories of my charming daughter, hasn’t yet arrived,

Whose charisma, to my eyes, owing to my plight.

 

Eventually the war got over, my demise, I was able to evade,

Being a survivor, I was promoted to a higher grade,

There was much to lament upon, but instead,

I set for home, not giving my memories, any chance to fade.

 

The journey to me, seemed longer than the war,

As I was rejoicing about having won the battle without a scar.

But, compared to the pain in my heart, from my brothers’ death,

This joy definitely wasn’t even close to be at par.

 

The very joy, soon, though, ceased to exist,

As my feelings of homecoming got clouded over by mist,

An earthquake struck my town, I was told on the way,

Till now, an unexpectedly smooth sequence, now had in it, a twist.

 

Adding to the grievances of the war, I had to suffer a greater pain,

The thought of a family reunion was nothing but an effort in vain,

If it wasn’t me separated from them, they were separated from me,

Destiny just can’t be contained, to which, the oddest of causes may pertain.

This, pretty much guess-able, is the story of a soldier who fights off his death, using the pleasant memories prevalent in his heart. The war he won, the "Death" he defeated, but his "Destiny" he couldn't evade. If it wasn't for him departing, his memories departed....

Not just another IITian….

Four years of perspiration, followed by forty of wellbein’.

How, I first confronted with JEE, this was.

Were detached, my extra acads, from my routine,

This for me definitely wasn’t worth the cause.

 

Back then, in my ninth grade, I was barely thirteen,

With the video games deep-embedded in my mind,

And the involvement in TV, that was more than keen,

Had to part with them, with the books, had to bind.

 

With TV and video games ejected out of my life,

My life didn’t feel like living anymore.

But, never did I fall short of the spirit to strife,

The ability to deviate from studies, still in my core.

 

Quite evident in my tenth board exams, was the same,

As I could manage a petty sixty one.

No longer was home, the place for my game,

As for Kota, I packed up, on the tip of my dad’s gun.

 

For they thought of it as the last resort,

Counting on the place to change their son’s stance.

That didn’t either serve the purpose, by any sort,

The books still stacked in the shelf, longing for a first glance.

 

If equaling some variable ‘x’, were the distractions at home,

The number there was more than ‘x cube’.

I became a victim of the excessive deviation syndrome,

As I returned to my former love, the TV’s picture tube.

 

Making mockery of the mock tests was something,

I was slowly but steadily getting used to.

When suddenly came JEE, without a ping,

Why so serious, was the attitude, when we already have two.

 

All went smooth till the D-day arrived,

It was exactly what I had supposed it to be,

My name didn’t show up amongst those qualified.

But, I could feel myself being separated from me.

 

As all my buddies got a step further,

And me, the sole and the lone one, left out,

For the first time, my mind began to bother,

As I pledged to changing myself, from being such a lout.

 

My books were finally out of the rack,

And for once the nerdy in me, sprung out.

Eight months of mugging, it took for success to unpack,

The transformation yielded good, no doubt.

 

Pledges are meant to be broken,

I pledged on the first day of college.

But, to the nerdy, as a ‘Thank You’ token,

I mustered up the courage, to open the first page.

 

All I could find was a bundle of illogical stuff,

Pertaining from an assumption, pointing to the same.

The professor’s word seemed nothing but a senseless puff,

Didn’t take me long to realize, time to change the game.

 

Though lost hold of TV, new love sprung up in the LAN,

Couldn’t stay much apart from my machine.

Didn’t mind staying secluded from my clan,

As long as the isolation wasn’t devoid of that golden screen.

 

And here I stand, after four years in IIT,

The logic that once was, is out of my thought.

My scorecard, it reads five point three,

And me, proudly, a stand-out in the lot.

This is just a fiction. And never ever confuse this character with me. I have a decent CGPA of 8.4.... [:D]

THE MOTHER’S CALL

The horrifying emblem of war has,

Engraved upon itself, bloodshed and termination,

The soldier has to sacrifice every relation,

To attend the call of his mother nation.

To attend the call of motherland, a soldier,

Has to sacrifice every smallest bit of his bliss,

Through the rough path, he has to curb every gentle emotion,

From a father’s pat to a mother’s kiss.

From all the powers that I have,

I very easily can pull you back from the deadly cave,

Said a troubled mother to her beloved son, who,

She thinks is sitting at the doorsteps of his own grave.

Oh mother, it was on your insistence,

That i took the pledge to obey the nation’s call.

And now, when my turn is on,

I just can’t let the frontier fall.

All have, the first drop of their blood,

Originating from their mother’s veins.

But only few are fortunate enough,

To return the last drop, attending her pains.

It was dawn, he left for the battlefront,

Pretending as if war was much of a delight.

She stood there, and watched her son go towards the horizon,

And could see him, enlightened by the rising sun’s light.

Two days after, her son set on the journey,

Along the path, which had its end in the heaven,

For his mother, the oath he had taken,

Overshadowed, to his mother, the assurance he had given.

As the title aptly suggests, this is a story of a son who is in a dilemma, as to which call should he pay heed to - The Call of the Mother who wants him to stay away from death, or The Call of the Mother who needs him to fight for her safety. The boy, finally makes a decision to leave whatever he had, and channels himself towards his duty....The Duty of a Soldier, rather than The Duty of a Son....