Little Girl

Looked at her broken toy.

Tears rolled down her cherry cheeks.

Little Girl...

Knew not the troubles of the world

Her doll had broken,

And so her naïve heart.

Little Girl...

Daddy would get her another.

But the wrecked doll.

She wanted it back!

Little Girl...

“Never would it happen again.”

She said with cheeks moist and twinkling eyes.

Little Girl...

Wept for a petty doll.

Naive was she.

So stupid, so dull and immature!

Little Girl...

Her doll never was fixed again.

She knew not,

Broken dolls meant not a broken heart.

For, greater is the plight of the world!

Little Girl...

So innocent, so pure, so chaste.

Little Girl...

Has grown up now.

The world she has seen.

And so its sourness, harshness and spite

Little Girl...

Her faith is shattered, her love lost.

There’s no twinkle in her eye.

Her heart now a broken toy.

Yet, she doesn’t weep.

Tears that once easily flowed

Are now all dry.

Daddy’s little girl...

Makes everyone laugh.

Her pain, she has buried in their laughter’s sound.

The scars have faded with time.

But her heart still is sore.

She knew it wouldn’t mend.

Her heart’s like the doll she once wrecked.

Little Girl...

“Oh! How stern she has become

How harsh, how unforgiving, how insensitive,

To the miseries of the world.

What a stoic!”

She hears people say.

Smiling, she walks past them.

Little Girl...

Weird is the world!

How uncanny, how mysterious, how capricious

Thought she.

Not once did it sense her pain, or hear her cries.

Strange! How it now feels her harshness.

Her sternness, her rudeness, her stoicism.

Little Girl...

Has grown up now.

No more stupid, naïve or immature.

The ways of the world she knows.

And how well she’s learnt the pangs of love!

Yet a stoic she remains.

Silently bearing the sting,

Right at the core of her heart.

--Ekata Banerjee

The Kickass Days!

Gosh! I’ve com bak after two and a half yrs! Unbelievable! I’ve my mind flooded with thoughts but i dunno hw to pen thm down..i didn’t visit any blog, didn’t post anything, didn’t read any book, ever since I joind college. Havnt contacted my old school mates for long, neither hv I made any sensible friends, and even if I have I hv blown them away. Phew! College definitely gives you wings and once you start flyin, you dnt realize when you fly across your territory and lose yourself in the misty clouds.

So much has happened in the past 2.5 yrs..i don’t know where to start from. First day of college, new class, new teachers, new friends, boyfriend, partying, boozing, movies, night-outs, tears, emotions, trust, friendship, betrayal. College seems to be a cocktail of everything. And all these things together have given it a blunt unacceptable unpleasant taste.

Its not juz me, but im sure evry1 of us hv tasted our versatile college dayz. We have been loved and learnt to love. Have been hated and despised others who hated us. Have been cheated and cheated the ones who loved us. Many a times our faiths have been shattered by the nearest and the dearest. We all have picked something from every incident that transpired, be it an unfinished love story or an unaccomplished fantasy. College indeed has taught us a lot. No matter what it is how it is, no matter how much the lecturers scorn us or adorn us.

My dear friends, no matter how much we condemn our college or hate our college life or criticize our teachers, when this four year span elapses, we too will be lost in the misty clouds, trying to establish our identity. And who knows what’s our future gonna be like, bright like the sun that’ll outshine all other stars or just a trifling droplet amid the mighty clouds. Let’s live our college life, cz these dayz, I don’t c it comin bak! Let’s Fill the cup to the brim, and even let it spill! So tht 10 yrs down d line wen v’ll look bk at it, v can say, ‘We had one heck of a kickass tym!’ :p

To our college days!!