Friday, February 10, 2006

Result Time

S.E. First Sem Results:--
So they came finally. In the end it still was a shock but so is every result.
The results of S.E. had one big pattern- dip of marks. But what also emerged was a big shocker- a difference of just 3 or 4% between the top three positions.
Sonali Yadav who had till now been leaving opposition miles behind in the final count; dipped and touched 76 while jeetu and ghule became the only people able to maintain their percentage and in the process came rather close to the present deity. Is Sonali also fallible? That is a question only time will answer!
Now to me. I got a down and 55%. Not a happy scenario but livable.
Also with E.D.C. being so widely down a subject( me included), an E.D.C. down club has been formed. Membership is restricted to bonafide edc down students only. Aastha Sharma is the president of the club. Please contact her for further details.
On the roll call of honour the following names stand etched for eternity.

  1. Aastha Sharma
  2. Syed Ashraf Husain
  3. Prateek
  4. Megha Mehta
  5. Varun- Minocha, Singh and Nagal
  6. Pankaj Yadav
  7. And many other unnamed souls finally totalling to 26.

    But for all those who are in the Doldrums like me, dont panic. Two sems remain to pump up the percentage. And no battle is over, till it is finally so.
And Dharam take it easy. It could anyday have been worse.
And for those like_______ who are gloomy at perfectly decent marks and pretend otherwise, cheer up. Life is not all about marks and distinctions. Its much more beautiful.


Over for now , ashraf

Sunday, February 5, 2006

POETRY ARCHIVES

TWO QUARTERS OF A YEAR

Two quarters of a year have passed,
Since you made your exit from the scene,
And even now you are nowhere backstage,
For you have vanished ,
Almost like you were never here,
But I am still searching for you,
For I know you were here,
Two quarters of a year in the past.


It was a warm February day,
Birds were chirping, the sun was out,
And I had realized my luck was out,
For you were free to never return,
And as for me, you still haven’t.


I watched you cross the desolate ground,
With dainty steps raising little dust,
And I knew that I never would be able to forget you.
For as you cut through the dusty land,
My heart sank like a ship in the abyss,
And gave me more pain than an open wound.


Two quarters of a year have passed,
And yet a part of me is still on that ground,
Walking up and down, the gloomy land ,
And watching you again and again cross the dusty patch,
For I have never really accepted your loss,
Even though there was little I could have done,
For although I wince to pen,
We were just far too different,
But even then a part of me is still on that ground,
Two quarters of a year in the past.

BY- SYED ASHRAF HUSAIN
First of all this is not a recent poem. It dates back to that tumultous year when I finally discovered I could pen both poetry and prose and even enjoy myself in the process. Creativity is a release and no one knows it better than the writer himself.
This poem is about unfulfilled love and the events that made a poet out of me. This poem is part of a trio with the same theme of seperation titled funnily enough" Three months have passed,Two quarters of a year and three quarters of a year". Each one was written exactly at the end of three, six and nine months since the day it all ended or as i should say it all began. In this poem the piognancy of the moment I hope is captured by the whole allusion of being back there on the ground. This is about the inability to move on. The heart is a river with no outlet and if the pen releases enough water, one day there is calm and peace.
I did make my peace finally.
ENDING- ASHRAF