"Who am I? Not the body, because it is decaying; not the mind, because the brain will decay with the body; not the personality, nor the emotions, for these also will vanish with death." - Ramana Maharshi
After so many days I had written in mirakee. I actually write poems and quotes in my notebook but I post that writings only one or two a month. Sorry to everyone (mirakeean). I shall write more poems and quotes on upcoming days.
Fourteen years and tons of memories. An extremely long journey and all of a sudden everything is just over. We didn't realise that how quickly some of our precious years just passed away and there is a sudden realisation that these moments will never come back. There is a confusion of emotions going inside us. To be sad? Or to be happy? We don't know. From class nursery to twelve. We all know that it is a place where we go to learn but it was just a building.
We'll keep all the valuable lessons close to our heart that we have learned over the years. Now, no one will love us, scold us, teach us, explain us in the way our school teachers gave us. No one will wake up in the morning and get ready for the school, no one will roam around the corridors between the classes, no one will eat tiffins in the middle of a period, no parents call. Again thanking to all our friends who made this journey the most memorable one. It never gets boring here. Sure we may fight sometimes. But isn't that what a family does? Each and every person plays an important role in school. It may be us (students), teachers, principal, juniors, seniors and staff members. l won't say much about every people. We all of us wants to thank our teacher for loving us, caring us, supporting us from the first day to the last day. This fourteen years, each year was a new chapter for us. As every wall of the school has the story and the stories are never ended. The school will never see all of us again.
As soon as our school gets over, all our friends disperse in different directions pursuing their dreams. Some stay in contact, but most just disappear, it happens with everyone. With a new college, comes new experiences and definitely a lot of new friends. We get to meet so many individuals who are from various different cultures and ethnicities. After surrounding ourselves with some really nice people, we also mix up with them.
We believe that you are our roots, without you we can't flourish in life. Thank you for making my childhood so special.
kafirana@jazbaaatt_rlpanwar अरे ज़रा देखना वो आये या नहीं, जिनके लिए ये महफ़िल सजायी थी, बुलाना तो फक़त उनको ही था, पर अकेले आने में वो कुछ असहज़ थे इसलिए ये महफ़िल बुलायी थी, दीदा-ओ-दिल तुम दर पर ही रहो, मैं ज़रा बाकी इनतेज़ामात देखकर आता हूँ, कहीँ उन्हे कोई तकलीफ़ ना हो मेरे यहाँ, वो आयें तो उनसे कहना, आपका ही इन्तेज़ार था।
kafiranaलिखते वक़्त सोचा था कोई couplet कहूँगा, क्या पता था कुछ और लिख जाएगा,
Par is 'ही' ki wajah se bahut likhwa diya Sahar-e-Sunday mein abhi pade the bistar par, Neend bhi juda nahi huyi thi aankhon se, Par mere Ishq (poetry) tune is subah ko aur haseen bana diya, Jaagne se pahle ek khwab naya dikha diya