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    dots Submission Name: reminiscencedots

    Author: wasif
    ASL Info:    18/m/Delhi
    Elite Ratio:    3.21 - 47/42/16
    Words: 579
    Class/Type: Misc/Misc
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       this piece was a speech i gave at the farewell of my school. i thot wud be interesting to share...!

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    Having been given this opportunity to express my entire 11 years in this nursery called Bluebells, I'd like to begin with what I do best- Poetry.
    Presenting before you for the last time on this stage, --May it be.

    May it be for the sun to rise,
    May it be for the shadows to rest,
    May it be for us to rise,
    May it be a journey to last.

    The winds of a kindled affair,
    Blowing; tells the poise grandeur,
    For we in darkness of things,
    Find a paradise- serene.

    The gushing thoughts of a hill,
    At a distant yard,
    Is indeed the food for the body; I say,
    A pursuit or compulsion; I believe

    A dream that shatters is perhaps,
    Not your own,
    A tear you drop is perhaps,
    Neither do you own.

    May the nature be willful,
    Be clear enough,
    May it be for us to understand,
    That it's for us to rise,
    And a journey to last;

    In the narrow lanes of a distant land, far across the maddening crowds of the town, to a peaceful ambience is--- really picturesque. Not far behind this vivid dream surely stands a dream- a reality of concrete and stone ;Bluebells; as I shall call it.
    From a nascent bud to fruitful tree, it has enveloped all the freshness and helped me to blossom into the So very Beautiful Metaphor of its name.
    I do not know whether to call it nostalgia or mere childishness, that I will never be able to forget this cradle for what it has Carved Me into.
    So what if we've been punished for having long hair, or Our Cherished assets;our mobile phones confiscated or for that matter Sir Saneja's ;Can I have complete silence here now, sir Lawrence's ll break your knuckles&#8230;&#8221;, Ma&#8217;am Premlata&#8217;s strict classes or Ma&#8217;am Bhaya&#8217;s Darr&#8230; they&#8217;ve all grilled us.
    But life at school has never been laxed or devoid of our share of fun&#8230;for on special occasions like Diwali, we surely enjoyed our bit of crackers in school.. and on Holi&#8230;definitely school was drenched in myriad colours despite the strict vigil kept on the innocent students that we are..! and during examination time..?.. well I&#8217;d rather not talk about it..!
    My exile to this platform that Bluebells has offered me has been such a fascination of a virtual truth that Toady I&#8217;d rather be a Curator and preserve the freshness of Bluebells forever till eternity.
    Even Today as I stand here, I am highly overwhelmed by the love and affection that the members of this family have shown. I specially would like to thank the Architect&#8212;Ma&#8217;am Soni and Ma&#8217;am Suman for this wonderful feeling.
    As I may now step down the stage I may be asked for being so sentimental, but I guess that is what Bluebells has made me into a sensitive soul.
    Lastly I would like to add:
    Hazaaron nazaare aisen, ki aasma jagmagaa uthey; hazaaron manzar aisen, ki aasun jhalak uthen; hazaaron bagh hain, aaj, yahaan-wahaan, par aisa baghbaan- aisa Bluebells aur kahaan!

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      ''A dream that shatters is perhaps,
    Not your own,
    A tear you drop is perhaps,
    Neither do you own.''

    These lines spoke out to me the most because they can relate to anyone and they were full of emotion...was it mine to feel??? ;)

    look, i am no scholar so i cannot comment on the machanics of the poem except to say it was a well though out piece and it it had it's highs and lows like the live's we lead

    thanks for the energy!
    | Posted on 2006-02-15 00:00:00 | by orpheus | [ Reply to This ]
      I love the poem and the thoughts on parting.

    May it be for the sun to rise,
    May it be for the shadows to rest,
    May it be for us to rise,
    May it be a journey to last.

    It may be hard to grasp the experience of being in the space with those faces, but this feels very good.

    I am certain it went over well.

    Nice job.

    | Posted on 2006-02-18 00:00:00 | by beatthedrum | [ Reply to This ]

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