WHEN?

 

When life becomes a question,

And the need to survive has become a mission,

When the path you travel vanishes

And every action is against your wishes.

When each second freezes,

And the days break into pieces.

When familiar faces turn unfamiliar

And your eyes portray you a liar.

When your life is offered a price

And you have no one to turn for advice,

When you know everyone

And you are known by none.

When your dreams are no longer dreams,

And your ears are full of screams.

When smiles turn to be fake,

And your own existence is at stake.

When you are in the midst of everyone,

And you feel that you have no one

When you shed nothing but tears,

And you are drowning in an ocean of fears.

When others say what they don’t feel,

And you say what your heart feels.

When each day seems a burden,

And you are imprisoned in a dark den.

Do not lose your heart…

Because, there is always someone to be your support.

                                          

 

 

                                                                                              REMYA

                                                                                               BT  1&2

Something from Final Years

Just Some thoughts After College Days

I walked with my three friends across the campus……… towards my class… the one and only room number 202 . The hour hand at the watch said … it was ten minutes past 5…. and there was not even a single trace of any life in the college…….. except for we three…. me and my pals ………..

Another ten steps.. and there was our class with the doors shut… !!! we were on the first floor… and the sun setting down in the valley with its orange rays was creating a magical scene. Had a wish that the time stops at that very moment… but it never happens… the seconds hand ticked heavily….. and we opened the doors of the class for one last time…………………

Wished i cud ask my teacher…”may i come in…. ” and wanted to hear her shout…. “You late again… no attendance…”
but there was no one there… just empty desks.. and we three…. looking at the walls…. and the desks.. all empty… with quotes we wrote … and the raised platform .. where the torture classes were held… and the last benches.. where we had fun…. laughed …. kicked out…. hiding from the teachers… pleading for attendence………… million memories rolled like a muvee into our minds… and there was complete silence for a moment.. and we smiled … laughed!!!!!

Walked like heros from the medivial times…. jumped over the benches….. had a look at the bench .. where the so called babes of our class used to sit…. hehehe… babes in engineering…. a dream in itself… (no offenses to any babes)… ..

drifted to our place… … sat there….. side seats…
dint feel like the last day …. dont remember how we met …. how we came to such a stage… feels like i know my friends from ages… feel like as if i was born in this college….. feel like i was always here…

The entire class was still there alive…. the last benchers sleeping………… the gals chatting amongst themselves……….. the teacher in her own world…… arun sitting besides me …. attending the lecture …. ajith sitting on third bench being a menace to the teacher…. and gokul smiling at the babes…. maneesh … trying talking to the gals… and we laughing about something of the other….. me occasionally scribbling something on my notepad………… making some sketches.. or bullshit poetry ………..

Ahh.. Somebody asking me to look outside… for some babes from bio-tech … standing there……. and i without even a word…looked outside.. it was an unsaid communication…. anuprasad pinged me… and i, with the same enthu….. looked outside… but today there wasnt anybody there……………. just the deserted corridor………. and i cud see the library at the end… no one there………………

looked back….. but there was rahul .. in his dream world…. not scribbling anything in his notebook… not laughing this time…. not sayin anything this time……….. just sitting there.. and there was ayappan… and there was me …..

“roll number 41………. ”
“roll number 41………… riyaz…. u sleeping again…….. ”
“Ok fine…………. roll number 42”
“………………….. hey .. present ma’m………… ”
“you sleep dear…!!! no attendence for you……………..”

No attendence…. the class has ended… and my friends… chatting and laughing …. going for a chai… aur a samossa….. aur a lemon juice…at sankaran chettan’s kada

and we sat there ….. sat there all alone ……… closed our eyes, for the entire world outside the walls of the campus was calling us…………….

Wanted to attend one last lecture…….. but this time there was no one to take that last lecture…………..

and there was that door… open… and we wished all the time .. to run away …. to bunk.. but this time it wasnt….. one last time…. one last time………… attended the class…. with no one.. just we three…

Vishnu Sarma

CS 2003-2007 batch

another poem from a passing out mechie

A poem from our Arts Sec.

what made me start this………

Ever since I attended a seminar on blogging by Mr Kenney Jacob C.T.O of Torque cum a blogging evangelist, I was thinking of starting a blog and was thinking of a topic to start the blog.Suddenly one day I got the idea of starting a blog for our college where all the students can post their articles and signed up with blogger.But as I didn’t post any serious content I got a mail from blogger saying that they thought my blog is a spam blog and they blocked it for a week.At this point Mr Kenney again came to the scenario helping me.He is having a plan called CampuBlog for promoting blogging among the students of kerala.So I am starting this blog http://www.vosree.wordpress.com as an experiment of campusblog @ SBCE.

VOSree stands for Voice Of Sreebuddha.We are now living in the age of Information revolution. College Magazines,Campus Films,Short filims etc are quiet popular in our campuses now.But CampuBlog is a fairly new idea….

So here is the opportunity before all SBCE’ians to express urselves.

Here you can post ur articles,poems,stories,tips,gossips any thing.
Just Send ur articles to vosree@gmail.com