A Journey of Friendship

A friend is a journey we have to undertake,
Miles of memories started with a simple handshake!
Sweet birthdays to celebrate with a cherry on the cake,
Warmth to share with softness greater than a snowflake :)
Long discussions ... like we were ever awake,
time passed by like sailing in a lake...
And now we are busy with work, a great headache :(
Hope our friendship stays lifelong and never ever break! :D

-Ankit Bhatia, 11 Jan, 2011

SAD DEEP WITHIN

It might not appear superficially,

but I am sad deep within,

bruises of knives still exist,

that never shredded the skin.

Still longing for eternal peace,

still longing for a smile,

nothing can make a curve though,

go around the stationary isle(of my face).

shrieking cries had already made me deaf,

I hear no more,

even if you now speak,

I might completely ignore.

Two voices still echo within my conscience,(from deep within)

One saying you are completely right,

and powerful one which says,

Go there now and apologize.

I still make an attempt to be rational,

I still try to ignore my cries,

But now the brain is so vexed,

That all I could take in are sighs.(not the thoughts)

I want to say sorry,

I want to repent,

but my language is so different from that of the world,

That you might instead now become ignorant.

Let's say it's nobody fault,

the levels have been equalized,

I should rather talk to myself,

And get myself sympathized

It might not appear superficially,

but I am sad deep within,

bruises of knives still exist,

that never shredded the skin.

--Ankit Bhatia

10/11/07 10:30PM

CAT Fiasco Song

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Disclaimer: The following line(s) do not intend to harm or denigrate the reputation of any organization(s) or individual(s), the sole purpose is humour.

Tirkintana,tirkintana,tirkintana...CAT CAT

tirkintana,tirkintana,tirkintana...CAT CAT

Hai chancellor, Hai counsellor, Popular, hai annular...annular annular

IIM maths mein tez hai, IIM ka students mein craze hai...IIM banata MBA, IIM lagta hai tez hai.

Prometric ke sath alliance hai...pattern online walaaa,

but IIM can't conduct s**la, but IIM can't conduct s**la,

haan IIM conduct nahin kar sakta.

tirkintana,tirkintana,tirkintana...CAT CAT

tirkintana,tirkintana,tirkintana...CAT CAT

paida IIM hua to kismatein chamki...uske muh mein thi Government ki subsidy,

hey, ye, ye... IIM ke paas hai paisa...haathon ke mail ke jaisa,

IIM students ka idol hai... aim hai, target hai,

but IIM can't conduct s**la, but IIM can't conduct s**la,

haan IIM conduct nahin kar sakta.

Coachings kehtein hain bada naam karega, IIM to aisa kaam karega,

IIM ke paas hai MBA, hai ye MNC's ka Gateway,

hey, ye, ye... IIM fests karata hai, jahan jata hai chah jata hai,

but IIM can't conduct s**la, but IIM can't conduct s**la,

haan IIM conduct nahin kar sakta.

PS: Consider Annular=yearly, it was rhyming good so I used it although it means 'Shaped like a ring'.

TRUE FRIEND

True is the saying:-
A friend in need,
Is a friend indeed.
He is the one whom we can trust,
And he comes to help us first.
Having a friend is a must,
But be sure that he is just.
A selfish friend comes and goes in a gust,
The friendship thereafter has no value and changes to dust.
And here I say not to make a mistake,
To join with anyone’s friendship which you feel is fake.
Choose a friend not by his looks,
But choose him definitely if he is good.
A friend will share everything with you,
Your things, your dreams and even your blues.
He can change your character and personality,
He could even shape up your mentality.
On having a friend the feeling is so nice,
Everything appears as cool as ice.
And now its time when I should go,
But be sure what I told, you follow.
In short I should say:-
If I am your true friend,
If you are my true friend,
This will be a great partnership,
Or I may rather say this is a true friendship.




This Poem was written in 2001 when I was studying in 9-A of St. Fidelis College. In the evening time, I was just having some lines going in my mind and thought to scribble up on paper. I sat in the verandah on a chair and just went on with the thoughts. This poem is personally very dear to me as I dedicate this poem to all my "true friends"

जब अपने धोका देते हैं

आज हमनें देखा जब अपने धोका देते हैं,
जब वो कायरों कि भाँती मुँह फ़ेरा करते हैं;
सच का सामना करना सीखें उनसे कह दो,
इन्सानियत नहीं है उनमे उनसे कह दो;
बन्धुत्व का नाता तोड्ते जा रहे हैं उनसे कह दो,
बेशरमी कि हदें पार करते जा रहे हैं उनसे कह दो;
हमारे सब्र की भी एक सीमा है उनसे कह दो,
वो पार हुइ तो बुरा होगा अनजाम उनसे केह दो;
चोरी छिपे काम करना छोडें उनसे कह दो,
अपने विवेक का सही इसतेमाल करें उनसे कह दो;
हमारा कोइ दुशमन नही है उनसे कह दो,
दुशमन भी दोस्त है हमारा उनसे कह दो




This poem was written in 2004 summers. I won't disclose as to whom I wrote this poem on but I nearly lost this poem when my mother snatched the paper and threw it in the dustbin. Thank god that the contents were still readable. I was in a fit of anger while writing this poem

लखनऊ रडियो-सिटी

लखनऊ का रडियो-सिटी सबको लुभाता,

अच्छे-अच्छे गाने ये हमें दिन रात सुनाता;

अयाज़ की अवाज सबको भाति,

पूजा भी इसमें चार-चाँद लगातीं;

सुन्दरमोहन जी कि तो बात ही क्या!,

वर्शा-वीरा इसे और चटपटा बनातीं;

आर-सी हाटलाइन में आती जब विन्य कि बारी,

फोन मिलाने वालों कि लंबी लाईन लग जाति,

आखिर में मैं बस कहूँगा इतना,

लखनऊ का रडियो-सिटी है सबसे अच्छा!

I had once called to lucknow radiocity in a caller program known as R.C.Hotline on 27 june, 2002. I think I requested some jagjit singh or adnan sami's song. When I was asked for dedications I took off with some 37 dedications all my classmates at that time. They remarked that "we hope it is not some voter list!!", haha. But after that interaction months after I thought to write down this poem and read it in their programme. But call it my busy life I never managed to call them again.

Also I would like to mention when 1st time I called radiocity the operator took up and asked "kaun sa gana sunna hai aapko" and I replied "pata nahin"!! and I hung up!, actually I was challenged by my brother that I won't be able to call to them because line was very busy but when the call actually took place I knew not what to say!!, that was really dumb of me!! :D

DESHBHAKTI

Yeh satya hai:-

Mera desh mahan.

Aantankwadiyon par hai hamare faujiyo ki lagaam,

Desh ke kone kone par nazar rakhe hain veer jawan.

Hamne dosti ka haath kai bar tamam desho ke samne badaya,

Lekin har baar unhone hamara ye nyota thukraya.

Bhartiya vagyaniko ne teen-chaar parmanu bum phodkar desh ke dushmano ko stabdh karaya,
Hum bhartiyon ka maan badaya aur duniyan mein bharat ka tiranga jhanda fahraya.

Are aantankwadi hum bhartiya to hamesha se the aage,

Isi shakti ko to dekh tum sab yahan se bhaage.

Sudhar jaao ab bhee hai tumhare paas bahut waqt,

Nahi to lena padega hamein koi kadam bada sakht.

Isi ke saath khatm kar raha hoon apni ye kavita,

Jab tak desh mein deshbhakt raheinge,behti rahegi deshbhakti ki ye sarita.

Jai hind,Jai jawan,

Mera Bharat Desh Mahan.

Authored and shared by - Ankit Bhatia

About the work: This poem was written in 2003. The poem was written in least time as compared to my other one's: about 15 min. It was republic day or independence day and we had a gathering in our colony's park for the occasion in the morning. My Father told me why not to present this poem before the people in the gathering for the competitions that were held.

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LUCKNOW RADIOCITY

Lucknow ka radiocity sabko lubhata,

Ache-ache gane ye hamein din raat sunata;

Ayaaz ki awaaz sabko bhaati,

Pooja bhi ismein chaar chaand lagati;

Sundermohan ji ki to baat hi kya?,

Varsha-vira ise aur chatpata banati;

R.c.hotline mein aati jab viney ki bari,

Phone milane walon ki lambi line lag jaati;

Aakhir mein main kahoonga bas itna,

Lucknow ka radiocity hai sabse acha!

I had once called to lucknow radiocity in a caller program known as R.C.Hotline on 27 june, 2002. I think I requested some jagjit singh or adnan sami's song. When I was asked for dedications I took off with some 37 dedications all my classmates at that time. They remarked that "we hope it is not some voter list!!", haha. But after that interaction months after I thought to write down this poem and read it in their programme. But call it my busy life I never managed to call them again.

Also I would like to mention when 1st time I called radiocity the operator took up and asked "kaun sa gana sunna hai aapko" and I replied "pata nahin"!! and I hung up!, actually I was challenged by my brother that I won't be able to call to them because line was very busy but when the call actually took place I knew not what to say!!, that was really dumb of me!! :D

LAJO RANI

Lajo rani badi sayani,

Karti hai apni manmani;

Samne inke jo bhi aata,

Pal bhar mein pani-pani ho jata;

Angreji mein inhone ki hai P.H.D.,

Har shabd ki banatien hain khichdi;

Shampoo inka lagta bada asardar,

Khujli karata inse bar-bar;

Inse chonch ladana nahi hai aasaan,

Kyonki inki zabaan bahut hai balwan.

Artist takes out revenge from any person in his art. This is true for me too. This one was written maybe in 2003 or 2004 while I was in 12th class. We had chemistry practicals in our college(St. Fidelis College). Some Students were told about the date of practicals in her tuition(teacher's) class. Most other students came to know about this by their friends who attended the tuition classes. Because I didn't join her tuitions and nobody told me about the due date of practicals I didn't bring the necessary things on the d-day. Though in the morning I came to know by a friend of mine that she declared the date of practicals in her tuition classes.

I am of the types that would not see the elderness of a person but if any person is 'wrong', he is 'wrong'. She didn't allowed me to attend the practicals. I launched myself into arguments with her. At last when she was going away upstairs I shouted loudly "Ma'am aap mera practical lengi ki nahin" "ma'am will you take my practicals or not??", I was brimming with anger, days after that anger was transformed into this poem!!, I remember one of copies of this poem was kept with one of my classmate and I always thought she would cut my marks in exam if she came across that. Anyway marks were surely less in exams!

FAILURE LEADS TO SUCCESS

Failure is something we shouldn't fear,

Failure is the one putting us to next gear;

It is something which encourages us to work hard,

It pushes us to success like a dart;

It makes us realize the realities of life,

Afterwards sharpen's our knowledge as sharp as knife;

It encourages us thereafter to give our best,

Therefore it helps us to stand out of the rest;

Failure is an inevitable milestone,

If we take it seriously we will never be alone;

The upcoming knowledge will ever be our friend,

It would keep us on the path of newly found trend;(of getting success after success)

Failure if retrospected seriously put upcoming failures to recess,

Therefore failure is surely the next step to success.

This is an award winning poem, literally!!. I took part in an english writing competition while in my 2nd semester of NIEC. I won the 1st prize with this composition of mine. I remember there were some competitors who were looking so intelligent by their face that it send me shudders down my spine. I sat near the window and wrote this poem. For much time I looked outside the window. After the end of competition I asked my senior(who were conducting that competition) to allow me to write that poem so that I can keep it with me forever

NEW COLLEGE, NEW WORLD

Here I come to a whole new place,

The life of college again showers herald;

Good friends and new teachers will surely be a milestone,

All of us will work together and none will feel alone;

It seems life these four years will stay up cool,

Like the tranquil water of a sky blue pool;

The nostalgia of passing 12th is soon gone,

All sadness and boredom is quickly torn;

I hope if we friends will never indulge in fighting,

Then life here will prove to be ever ever exciting.

This was written in very 1st semester of NIEC. This Poem was written as a matter of necessity rather than emotions. Our class teacher Mr. R.N.Tripathi was taking introduction of every student and his/her hobbies too. When my turn came I replied my hobby as poetry. Now he asked me whether I can prove it with an example. So in that class period I was busy completing this one. I payed more attention in this rather than what he taught us in that period. But thankfully It was completed till the end of the lecture.

SONNET: POWER OF KNOWLEDGE

Knowledge is like a string,

You can stretch it like a spring.

Do you know you can find,

It is present in your mind.

If you eat it like a food,

You’ll be good in your mood.

You can share it with your friend,

It is the most popular trend.

It can be increased by your will,

Nobody asks for any bill.

You’ll be good in your thought,

And get ideas very lovely and hot.

It greatly increases your power,

One day you’ll shine like a star.

This was my very 1st poem. Though I don't remember the exact date of writing but it was published in hindustan times school times on tuesday december 5, 2000. I feel a hidden inspiration from the last line of this poem "one day you'll shine like a star". I thank to my class-teacher in St. Fidelis College, Mrs. Pinky Ma'am. If she hadn't asked the students to try writing a poem I wouldn't have ever discovered this talent of mine!

EXAMS

Exams, the word itself fills me with great fear,

One day before it the mind becomes clean and clear,

It feels scary, the tension is high,

My parents surround me and say do or die.

I feel very weak, I have no strength,

But my parents constantly say common its 10’Th.

It seems the whole world is looking at me,

My heart says lets hide anywhere or flee.

Can you tell me why exams come?

Why does it make us deaf and dumb?

It seems there’s no answers to these questions I plot,

O teacher please put to these exams a big FULL STOP.

This one was written on 10/10/2001 when I was in 10th standard( in St. Fidelis College) and the board exams were due to take place. My parents were keeping an eye on me and were after me to force me to keep studying

VANILLA - (dedicated to penfriend)

Vanilla vanilla you are so sweet,

Your chat sounds like a bird's tweet;

You are surely a cutie pie,

And seem to be a pleasure to the eye!;

May your all dreams come true,

And success keep paving the path for you;

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Your friendship is surely an honour to me,

But it's an agony that you I cannot see;

Here I send you lot of hugs and kisses for you,

It's for you and just for you!

This one was written on 9/4/07. I don't have any active penfriend(s) except her(vanilla is her nickname). Its not what you are thinking people!, she is just my good friend!! though I admit having crushes over her. It's been really long since I had a chat with her. I was in yahoo chatroom(Those days I thought of giving chat-rooms a try, though I now feel they are the most filthy place on earth) and I guess she was searching a femme friend, when she had an interaction with me and found that I was a boy she tried to flee, but I said that all boys are not spoiled and I think that caught her attention and from then on we are friends. Though there were periods when we had an abeyance of 6 months or so in our talks but we are now still in touch. If I am wrong then correct me van!!

And for those people wondering what are the missed lines ask me directly :)

I PRAY FOR YOUR HAPPINESS

As the music from the chirping birds fill the silent dawn,
As the melodious melody fill the sonorous strings of a guitar,
As the taste of sugar candies fill a child’s mouth,
As the pleasant honey fill the cells of a honeycomb,
As the vibrant colour of the butterflies fill the colourful garden,
As the warm sunshine of the sun fill the sunflower’s petals,
As the smell of the fresh apples fill the soothing orchard,
As the sweetly perfumed nectar fill the blooming flower,
As the coldness of the water drops fill the misty valley,
As the warmth of a loving hug fill a mother’s affection,
So I pray the world be filled with your happiness.

This poem I wrote as a birthday gift to my badimummy. My badimummy's birthday falls on 22nd march. Though I sometimes feel this does not fall into the category of 'poem', but anyways!!. Was written in 2004

TEACHER-(Dedicated to: Digvijay sir)

Knowledge is valuable,

knowledge is infinite,
The person who attains it maximum,
works at the speed of light.
Knowledge is like a medicine,
knowledge is like an elixir,
The person who preaches knowledge,
is none,but the teacher.
I have a good class teacher who teaches us computer,Mr. D.N.Rai,
And often I find my marks in computer flying high.
He is jolly, he is smart,
And pushes us to success like a dart.
Teacher gives precious knowledge which never turns old,
Respect and listen to him and he will help you to grow bold.
Saying sincerely we like the rest,
But sir, you are the best.

Was written for our dear D.N.Rai(Digvijay Nand Rai) Sir while I was in 9-A (2001) of St. Fidelis College. I really got good marks in Computer Science(The subject that he taught us) that I thought of gifting him with this poem of mine. It is another matter that I fared badly in the board exams!!. He was the most happening teacher as far as my school life was concerned.

MY MIND

Why at moments I feel innocent and shy?
Why at moments I weep and cry?
Why at moments I am beaten by my brother?
Why at moments I am ignored by father and mother?
Why at moments I run away at their sight?
Why at moments they pounce on me and are ready to fight?
Why are my sorrows never shared?
Why are my joys and achievements impaired?
Why at moments I feel alone?
Where have my friends and companions flown?
Why do I feel like a cow tied to a stack?
Why I am deprived of courage to come forward and attack?
Even animals for their companions have much love and care,
Then why we humans stand so mercilessly and aloof here?
We should all try to fill ourselves with lenity,
That is the way to give our surrounding a glint of serenity.
If we improve ourselves we will arrive to a whole world of happiness,
Otherwise the power will remain in the hands of ignorance and sadness.

I wrote this poem in the early 2002. I had a fight of arguments with my parents. After that I went to my room where plethora of emotions surrounded me. I locked the room, I felt like killing myself I was crying. I took up a paper and wrote whatever came to my mind. Although the scenario has changed and I love my family a lot...

JAB APNE DHOKA DETEIN HAIN

Aaj hamnein dekha jab apne dhoka detein hain,
Jab vo kayaron ki bhanti muh fera kartein hain,
Sach ka samna karna seekhein, unse keh do,
Insaniyat nahi hai unmein, unse keh do,
Bandhutv ka nata todte ja rahein hain, unse keh do,
Besharmi ki hadein par kartein ja rahein hain, unse keh do,
Hamare sabr ki bhi ek seema hai, unse keh do,
Vo par hui to bura hoga anjaam, unse keh do,
Chori-chipe kam karna chodein, unse keh do,
Apne vivek ka sahi istemaal karein, unse keh do,
Hamara koi dushman nahi hai, unse keh do,
Dushman bhi dost hai hamara, unse keh do.

This poem was written in 2004 summers. I won't disclose as to whom I wrote this poem on but I nearly lost this poem when my mother snatched the paper and threw it in the dustbin. Thank god that the contents were still readable. I was in a fit of anger while writing this poem!

SONNET: CHILDHOOD

The age filled with lots and lots of happiness, Is none other than childhood, brimming with joy and freshness;

The word describes the world of a newborn,
With innocence and curiosity all around;
The wonder eyed looks attracting all eyes,
The life full of truth and no lies;
Eager to know everything where mystery awaits,
Delight and pleasure the little mind innovates;
The jerky speech seems so polite,
Wants and desires fly high like a kite;
Water pearls time to time kiss the nose,
Keeping parents attentive and on their toes;
This golden age was the best part of my life,
My heart longs to renew with a hopeful sigh...

 

This one was written on 25/5/03, but this was written on request of my cousin. He had to show a composition in his class so he made me the scapegoat instead!. He gave me 5 words related to the theme i.e. INNOCENCE, CURIOSITY, EAGER, HAPPINESS, WONDER EYED and I made the poem on that theme.