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meetapoyekar09           

This desire dates long back, as long as i can recall;
success or failure , it never matters even if i fall;
pain or death i can bear with a smile, but a tragedy
i cant tolerate is unoriginality.

My answers are different , right or wrong;
my jokes are different , maybe not spot on;
my ideas never click , but still a tragedy
i cant tolerate is unoriginality.

My methods are different, maybe never

meetapoyekar09

Every war is different, every war still the same;

           destruction and death is all it sprouts,

           but still men keep on playing this fruitless game.     

 

           Every government is different, but each still the same;

           corruption and money is all it feeds on,

           and still always it finds someone to blame.

 

           Every terrorist is different,


meetapoyekar09

So that was that, it had to be done
to live now, i had a reason none,
failures and frustration, a spirit broken,
not any day ,i had with a smile woken,
it was time now to jump the boat,
and i set to write my suicide note.

It was funny, writing this piece,
what did i have , none the least,
nothing to declare, nothing to leave behind,
and to whom i write? no one in mind!

Still, i wrote, there were some


nikhilshinde09

Sing along with this video.. The official Bajaj Anthem..

[video:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cAeDiCQ6AFc 400x400]

Life @ Jamnalal Bajaj - People

Also, have a look at what JBites feel about the institute.. 


meetapoyekar09

         

        "Trrrrrring" goes the alarm in my ears
          I wake up in a jiffy without any tears
          As i brush my teeth happily , singing
          "Finally finally FRIDAY is here!"

          Nothing can dampen the mood today
          This day is almost a holiday
          I wear the cool jeens and the tee
          this is the day i can be me

          I rush to the bus pick up point


meetapoyekar09   

                   Amidst much fanfare and pomp he was born

                   and there assembled a throng to welcome him

                   his mother was ecstatic though very worn

                   they all felt they had never so happy been.

 

                   Taking his first steps or saying his first words

                   whatever he did was never less than astonishing


meetapoyekar09          Finally its here, the sound i have been waiting for

         the pitter patter of drops fallin on the glass wall

        

         I stand up and look over my cubicle , and lo and behold

         the whole floor has stood up and all work is on hold

 

         Everyone is staring out of the glass walls mesmerised

         they all have been, in its magic hypnotised

 

        


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