Students Corner – Opinions, Experiences and Expressions
You are a bird, I am a bird
January 1, 2015
I remember the day. It was cold, too cold for me to walk out of my room to the mess. I laid on my bed, wrapped in my Rajasthani cushioned blanket that my father had purchased 4 years ago. My eyes were closed, but I knew I was not going to sleep so soon. It had been a hectic day. The proceedings of the day had left me with nothing but a dark future.
“Sagar,” Khushi said as I picked her late-night call.
“Haan” I replied in a low voice.
“Where are you?” she asked.
“I am sleeping” I said.
“Are you selected?” she finally asked. Perhaps she already knew the result.
I did not say anything.
“Sagar!” she shouted. “Please say something…”
“I don’t have anything to say” I murmured.
“You are useless. You are not serious about placements. How can you not be prepared after studying for 4 years?” she said and cut the call.
I slept with my little darkness, which grew bigger as my bizarre thoughts were killing my dreams.
January 4, 2015
It was 8 o’clock in the night. I sat on the stone table below a tree near the admin block. It was a long day, and I knew I would need a long nap. Dinner was not my concern. I had taken two bananas in the evening, and I knew it would be enough till the next day. Three of my friends sat beside me on the table. They were talking about something to which I did not pay attention. The darkness within me had grown even bigger with yet another job rejection. Some said that it was the last company to visit the campus. It was a tough time.
After the wait of an hour or so, the selected students came with the placement representatives. And then we all rode back to our hostels 14 km away from the college.
It was 10 PM by the time I reached my room, a 2 BHK styled room where I lived with my 4 roommates. My dear roommates had been waiting for good news. When they saw me, they did not ask me anything. I could not face them. I was in my bed in no time with the lights switched off.
“Oye… Call Khushi, she had messaged me in the evening” Sanket said as he came in my room for a second.
“Okay” I replied.
I plugged my phone to the charging point to switch it on.
“Sagar, where are you?” was the first message from Khushi.
“Sagar, I messaged Sanket when I couldn’t reach you for hours. He told me that you went for the interview. Please forgive me Sagar for shouting at you. I am a very bad girl. Sagar, from now onwards you will tell me about all your interviews. I will be with you. Your success or failure would be mine too.”
“Will you forgive me? Give me one more chance. I promise that I will never shout at you for your failures. If you are a loser, then I am a loser too” was her last message.
January 9, 2015
“Khushi… I have an interview today” I told Khushi over a phone call.
“Ha-Ha” she laughed. “Don’t worry about anything. Just go, okay!” She replied.
“I am with you. If you are a loser, I am a loser” she messaged an hour later.
“No, you are not a loser. You will fly high to achieve your dreams. You are a bird” I replied back.
“How will you marry me if I am a bird?” she asked.
“You are a bird, I am a bird” I answered.
By the end of the day, the bird took off for his journey in the endless sky. The other bird accompanied him.
-Sagar Anand, PGP 2018-20
When the winds of winter blow
And I am stuck in their midst,
When the fog descends
And what lies ahead, I cannot see;
When my hands shake with all the cold
That has crept into my soul,
And silently screaming, I begin to freeze
But you bloom in a corner of my heart;
A lone rose fighting the snow within,
You are the magic that I believe in,
For in your embrace dear Hope,
A thousand times, I am reborn.
-Bhavna Saxena, PGP 2018-20
The Green Bench
A wave of symphony
Hit me with a fist
A resounding harmony
Filled the surrounding mist
Those chirps of the lark
Amidst the abounding dark
The rustles of the leaves
Matching the sounds of weeds
Provided music to the ears
A shift away from gears
I sat on that green bench
A lone ranger who seemed lost
Away inside in this Stonehenge
In its peaceful utmost
Thoughts, do I reflect
Decisions, do I conflict
Contrasts, do I deflect
Wounds, do I inflict
Yet there is this moment
No thoughts… no intent
A soothing sear of solace
Rose past my closed eyes and ace
A sense of identity
Yet a sense of anonymity
Away from the dynamic
Wishing life wasn’t automatic
Striving to be the guy, the hench
The forlorn guy on the green bench
The solace creeping to a stupor
Even as the clouds coloring themselves darker
Did realisation dawn that this too
will pass through as All it matters, is you
I rose at once from the henge
The stirring- soothing green bench
-Gautham Krishnan, PGP 2018-20
You made me nervous
‘bout what the stakes were;
Thoughts were but a blur
When the spectacled eye raked me
In the tiny chamber,
Out flew my honestly
And maybe also sympathy
I wanted you at my fingertips
But you proved hard to tame
When I entered the space
Where my mind just vaped
And my stitched lips
Only knew my name
And forgot they were a human’s-
“I made a mistake”
Is what I entertained
The hellish hours throughout
The hell that was stretched
For those like me
Who awaited their fates
With bleak uncertainty
We tasted defeat
Just for a day;
We trembled and muddled
Over lost words,
Over future riddles,
A new statistic.
We saw angels
When our friends
Touched our shoulders
And smiled and taught.
We were strengthened,
We conquered and learnt,
It was WE and not one.
You were beautiful again.
-Gloryna Dilbung, PGP 2018-20
The treasure trove,
The most precious gift,
Painstakingly bit by bit;
Cherished by all
But lost easily,
If you don’t take care carefully.
Trust is honest
Trust is mischievous
Trust is fearsome
Trust is all one needs.
But not always it is transparent
Layers are there if you think of it.
Delusion is oasis
And the end is brief.
But the journey is smoother if u trust it.
-Pallabi Chakraborty, PGP 2018-20