Key to Imagination:-
You are thinking of the numbers,
1…..
2….
3…
4..
5.
You are in the new world…new world of your imagination. Standing at the foot of the mountain…u see a cave. You enter the cave. Everything is dark…no light and still you feel safe and secured. You move ahead and see a closed hollow area…huge enough to build a 6 storey mansion. Two apes working…one is shaping his weapon and other is scribbling on the wall…being fascinated by the prints that are coming on the half wet walls…you see a different kind of familiarity in the eyes of that ape shaping his weapon. Still you feel that he is the one whom you know…you have seen…but you are unable to recollect it right now. Not the ape but the eyes…eyes that showed recognized expressions.
You then imagine a blue star…shining bright and you want to reach there… but you don’t have the reason. You want to…be the discoverer of that blue planet. You realize that the planet behaves according to your wish…you ask it to come closer and it does…with the speed of light…it takes 7-8mins to reach at the same time you start flying upwards. Your desire to get there soon makes you fly closer. Finally you land on it and think about if the planet has a password.
Password? It asks…you count 4-3-2-1-0. And enter the huge gate going above the clouds and spread till your sight goes. It opens with no sound and u recollect the warm welcome, the one you get at home. You enter in and close the massive door. You fell free...you forget everything that brought you here, except the password. You think that this planet have your friends. One boy as you ever wanted to be with, as a friend, comes in and your favorite name. You look into his eyes and say he was the one you ever wanted…this is the person who will be my friend forever and he agrees to whatever you said and realized. He says he can read your mind…he’s your best friend. You become very happy…you understand what this planet can provide you.
You think that there should be well-developed civilization with scarce population and all the facilities. The huge city starts growing around you, beautiful than London, amazing than Las Vegas, pleasant than Paris, richer than New York and more loveable than Mumbai. All old stoned strong, attractive buildings with every needed store on the ground apartment of every building. All for you and all for your friend. A big lake and a huge fountain which has the most unique arrangement you have ever seen, it splits some droplets on everyone watching it…u see the library, see the theater, see the offices, see the happy people, see the place being constructed to be the eighth wonder of the world and then you see the school and kids coming out of it. With huge bags, weighting almost thrice of theirs. You see the stress on their face. You feel bad and think that everyone should be intelligent, no schools and colleges and no studies. No chemistry, no science, no philosophy, no history, no economics, no mathematics let all be washed out. All school goes vanishes and a cyber café comes out there…you feel better, your friend and you then gossip, and your friend says that you need to leave. You deny for the timing. You then talk about the chocolates; they come in front of you. You then imagine this planet as a small satellite revolving around some big green planet. Suddenly everything becomes small. The buildings the, lake, the monuments the world around you becomes smaller with the whiff of white smog and everything abruptly clear and little. You say you want to jump to the bigger planet, but you don’t want to leave your best friend. He says he’ll be fine, but you still feel like taking him with you which you then THINK must be against the rule of the planet.
AT THE END OF THE DAY you decide to come back after visiting the big Green planet once. You think of getting out of the planet, flying as you did to come here. You fly and arrive at gate.
Password? It asks. You stare at it…
Password? It asks again…u keep staring.
Password?
No Mathematics…No numbers! You forget that!
-Shoneel S.Y.

A month ....

This is a small poem dedicated to all of us. Please take note that it is NOT a nursery rhyme! Enjoy...

well i joined our ruia bmm on the 17th of august, and on the 17th of September that is on my birthday i completed my 1st month in our class. and i am verry happy with you guys. hence it is dedicated to u all. my BMM STARS love you all.



My first month in RUIA BMM,
started with a warm welcome.
i entered with a little hesitation,
but they greeted me without any expectation.
during assignments i had lots of fun,
it was like,cream in a bun.
i am enjoying with these loving hearts,
making movies, projects and funny charts.
i really wish this unity would continue,
coz i dont want 2 lose any one of u.
forgive each other for mistakes big or small,
i want every one to be happy,coz I LOVE U ALL.


And thus at the end of the day,
I want you all to come into my life's fray
May god bless you,
Oh bless you he may...

Letters From My Past 1

This is the first post on this blog (officially) by our very own Shoneel. Addressing his present, we can easily feel and sense the emotions within this fella! Cheers and enjoy...




Dear Present,

I just don’t wana do it with the matter….dont wana put it together, to make it good or get it a meaning. I am just typing whatever is coming in my mind. People go away…and the sorrow is far far ahead than typing correct grammar…

Wrong grammar tells how wrong a person thinks..i think each aspect of life wrongly. I thought some are with me…the people.

But the thing I wait with fear is the time they will leave me….keep me in sorrow and unhappiness…disappointed and hurt. No one will know that I am hurt by their absence, cz they never cared…

Another name for love is said to be CARE…

That means they never loved. I did same with suvarna…

I feel like going back to her, but the experience she has given me is really I would never let it have ahead.

I would say no one ever should get this kinda experience again.

Though I think I love someone else, my heart tells me, it’s the ex who is still residing in here, no one else is allowed. If anyone comes, its just a guest appearance. That’s the problem, no one will love me. Cz when they will peep into my heart, somewhere they will surely find Sherry hiding. And it will be the prime location where that someone would have dreamt of been staying forever. Occupied place can be occupied. But only if the current person is ready of giving away..but ,m not capable of convincing the owner…

I wish I was….so that the next person peeping in will see the place empty. Its difficult to accept that I am just a distraction for someone..but I have to accept it..

Both say they have feeling for me…maybe my expectations go high for people in relationships cz I hav seen Mau-Sau and varun and my second sister in relation..happily going and perfectly INTO each other. Maybe because of that thing I think relation should BE LIKE THIS and when m not getting it, there comes the feeling and stupid thoughts. I will think positive but there has to be some effect from other side too.

Sherry says she have feelings for me…but its just her words saying that, she never calls, never messages. She is just happy with her life without me.. she never needed me..it was me, who was thinking about the cars we will have and long drives with our children. Expectations, as I said.

How much ever I will write, how much ever I will go in detail…no one will understand the deep, enraged and furious feelings which are suppressed inside me in the prime location of my heart for not having that person in there but still residing her existence. Still she roams freely and never looks upon me though I pass across her. No she doesn’t care. But I do..

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How are you Sherry? Miss You. -------

And the reply comes…

-------With my good friend and fun I am happy.

With my studies, I am happy.

With my small trips and holidays, I am happy.

With my mom and movies, I am happy.

With my new scooter, I am happy.

With my new cellular phone, I am happy.

I am Happy, without You.

FUCKED You,

Regards,

Your PAST

Ready Set ... BLOG!!!

Dear friends o'mine,

I, Lord Sattypus, hereby announce that we, the students of Ramnarain Ruia's FYBMM batch of 2010, do hereby enact, adopt and give ourselves this virtual pulpit wherein we shall share our thoughts, express our anger, laud praises and criticize constructively our fellow batch-mates as well as those who aren't!

All those within the jurisdiction of the internet shall find our thoughts and beliefs displayed. The world shall know that we have arisen and are here to stay. All hail the PRESSURE COOKER!

Those subjects who place their faith on their very own-selves should contact me and join the bandwagon. They can write and share their minds and hearts. But always follow the following guideline...

1)Try and spare us the horrendous 'IngLeesh' please!

2)Humour is respected, formality shall be shown the door - from there on the nearby well is easily accessible, where you can jump in and drown yourselves

3)'...at the end of the day' - this is how you shall end your blog posts each time. (If you do not follow pointer number 3, no 'bad luck' or 'despair' shall hound you for 7 and a half years or any of that sort of sun-dried and tanned shit. But it is always good to conform, right?)

I believe in you (I dont know why but I am increasingly sounding like a Himalaya-return 800 year old preacher!). Learn to cast away apprehension and join us...at the 'Pressure cooker'.

Yours oh-so-truly,

Lord S.