When I entered my classroom yesterday, my eyes collided with something strange written on wooden bench I used to sit upon.
As in excitement I went closer to have a clear glance, and I saw a heart being pierced by the bow. On two lateral sides of bow, two different names were inscribed and unluckily my name was one of those two.
The other name was of the most beautiful girl in entire school. That goes without saying, rumours and murmurs filled the whole air around. Teachers were converted into unexperienced investigating cops, and culprits ( Artists of Bench painting ) were assured about credibility of these cops.
Two names were never against this crime, but it's itself a crime to accept this fact! Innocence in these interactions within the school premises, has its truthful place hidden in each heart here.
Let's revisit this soulful naivety and mischievous mania deeply embedded in our souls.
Exams are the rattling ramps, filled with the riots of mind and heart, with soul and senses. Paved for the knight of mews and mania...grooming along the gleams of success and frets of failures. Each step obliges the hearty barrow to get diminished into the oblivion of unrest and anxiety. Slowly the sleep is seduced and dreams are diluted in the mist of wordy muse. Ramp is decorated with the mirages of mean miracles...restricted to ones own self. The weary words revolve around the meadow of mind to elude the education in mere amounts of ink spilled on the paper. Exams made to test the memory and tease the truthful thoughts...who dare dreaming against the book.
From ages many stages have passed into the wordy pages. Yet the ramp of exam still continues to chuck the cheers of originality soaring against the bookish beliefs. Lost into the tradition of slavery, our insights are dimmed in droughts for new thoughts. We the wreck of words just...wanna be called educated. When still the life's exams are those who have their true existence..and we used to fail in them. Doesn't matters, as the ink spilled on paper determines the destination for us to drown in life. Drowning against the will of heart and for the selfish sake of mind. Heart being the slave of mind and dreams being the servants of seamless slavery...nothing more than a robot we are!
Nostalgic nudge of exams is evolving out the unemployed youth to shake in the showers of disrespect and crimson crimes. Rusted ramps of exams will never lead to the wonders we used to ponder about. Unless a new chapter opens beyond the bounds of books and ravages of perplexed pages. Boundless is our life...to succeed in its eternal exams, which designed by our only original master. Let's reverberate this ramp to take the rust away from its floors...and make our lives surreal beyond scores.
Hoar of this ramp needs to be reverberated once again...with blows of terrifically modern thoughts and hunger for the change. Beginning to be an ending for something which previously was meaningless. Exams must be infused with a new meaning which goes against the mean mirages of mystic miracles. Deaf is the one who dreams as per someone else's desires!
We are only responsible to the figure we see in the mirror in front of which we stand. Not exams, grades, degrees, certificates, reputation, status, and looks have the right to define us! 'Listen to the rules only created by your own heart'...This is the only truthful rule to exist in our life. Self love and satisfaction always comes first. Let's chirp for the change which is the choice of our youth.
If the exams and our integral education system is good enough then,
● Why most of the educated youth in our country is unemployed?
● Why millions of students commit suicide each year before and after exams?
● Why the most successful people in present world were never praised by the education system in past?
● Why the most creative minds don't belong to that highly qualified clan of toppers in academics?
Many more whys, and not a single rational answer. A change is must, this darkness surely needs to be diminished by the dawn of new thoughts and system for education!
☆Basically the incapable one is also defined as a capable and intellectual person due to these flaws in our education system. For an instance it happens like this in my nation-
1) Money given as bribes and donations, assures your admission in good institutes. 2) Phobia of your sociopolitical status paves your way to get good scores in each semester. 3) At last You achieve your degree by investing minimum amount of efforts. 4) And thus a simple stupid is transformed into a genius by truthful influences of our system.
And those who truly deserve the right of quality education, are deprived on basis of their poverty and mere sociopolitical status.☆
Why don't we kill our students instead of suffocating them in this hell of injustice and meaningless run for miseries? It's the question that, every teenager wants to ask this entire world of weird nature!
Make sure to share your thoughts with me...I love the people who correct my mistakes! This series is back again #_change_society
Have an insightful glance at the poetic piece below!
// Sin of slavery still exists in the deep drenches of our developing societies //
☆You are free to skip the caption, as the poetic piece below contains all of its juices☆
On this Children's Day,
It's my try to make the problem of child labour, human trafficking, and illegal business of human organs to come in limelight of highly creative artists and sensitive human beings on Mirakee.
This poem is written in Villanelle style of Poetry, by being inspired by 'One Art' poem of Elizabeth Bishop.
This poetry style follows the certainly strict rules of rhymes and repetation of words.
It is generally of 6 paragraphs
In which the following rhyme scheme as per every para is followed
ABA, ABA, ABA, ABA, ABA, ABAA
☆Last word of first line is the last word of 2nd and 4th para ☆Last word of third line is the last word of 3rd and 5th para ☆In 6th para the last word of 1st and 3rd lines are used as last words in final 2 lines of the poem
It's quite complicated, but the flow which it imparts to the poem can easily oblige any poetic heart to fall In love with this fantastic style of poetry.
This poem depicts that, how a slave strives vigorously hard, everyday for the sake of sustaining the arrogant mark ( Pride ) of their Lords but in this work, their own mark ( existence ) is someday diminished into the oblivion of unseen scourge and regrets.
This children's day, let us strive to make this world a better place for the young and talented minds to live in! Free from Child labour and scourge of slavery.
( Caption contains some extra info about my name, you can directly read the main piece if you desire )
As you all know my name is ZAID and it's in Arabic which upholds a great meaning for us to reveal ahead.
This name was suggested by my beloved maternal uncle! Which was approved by my late grandfather and I was named by this wonderful word.
Itself this word is name of a great writer of all times, Hazrat Zaid-bin-thabith (R.A.) Who has wrote the best book of Arabic language, The Holy Quran!
Quran is the word of gracious Allah (God), which was scattered amongst many early followers of Prophet Muhammad (Peace be upon him). Harzat Zaid, was the writer who vigorously worked hard to compile the beautiful verses and chapters of Quran and wrote the first copy of this divine book.
Which contains 114 chapters and more than 6000 verses! All of them bestowed by Almighty to his beloved Prophet for guidance and welfare of entire humanity. And this book is completely identical to the modern printed Quran.
As well as 'Zaid' means 'to prosper' or 'to develop'
Along with this, 'Zaid' is the only name of any early followers of complete Islam, to be mentioned in Holy Quran. This shows the love of almighty for him and it was proclaimed by his Prophet when Hazrat Zaid was very young.
It is used for males.
So to describe in one line the meaning of my name is -
'A writer who is beloved of Almighty and blessed with prosperity for his entire life in this world and for the life after resurrection.'
My heartiest thanks to a divinely blessed soul, @carolyns_challenges_and_quotes for this amazingly blissful challenge, which made the laziest person on Mirakee to do some research on his own name! Your challenge made me discover the meaning of my life, Love you from the core Ma'am!
If you are reading till yet, don't miss the poetic piece below!
If you know more about my name, or wanna correct some mistakes in info, Please feel free to notify via comments!
Inspired by my beloved paa @iammusaafiir I would like to use an acronym here to define me shortly.
Z ephyr of truthful zion A cquired by a selfless soul I nfused by his bliss of D ove in angelic role
Enjoy reading the piece below!
☆ Glossary for the poem ☆
Substantive : A word/words functioning as noun Plethora : Extreme excess Absurd : Irrational condition Eonian : Everlasting/eternal Bonnie : Beautiful Oculus : Organ of sight (eyes) Revues : Entertaining show of varied arts.
Which gave me the opportunity to discover myself and find my own identity and fall in love with it. As I'm quite late, it was my luck to get another brilliant quote to participate in today's challenge as well! Love you Ma'am and this piece is just to express myself, IT'S ME AND JUST ME! ♡♥♡♥
I slept on the crimson floors Of mind's mewling heart, Blooming in my dreams Dying in caressing cart. Cart of this ruthless world Shards of its manic scream, Still pierce my blissful world In reminiscence of moaning gleam. How we were used to soar In shades of nostalgic nights, With hands glued hands and Lips upon our insights. Gloomy yet golden was The day when we met, Blessing was the only thing In disguise what I get. Pond was filled with Auric water of Astound, When we were used to sit Along its greenish ground. Seeing your restless reflection On waves of weary water, My heart eluded it's Love on this soulful slaughter. Relentless were seconds and Blissful were the hours, Crescendo of our love was Dancing with the flowers. Zephyr was arousing our Emotions upto heights, Flawless and feeble were Signals of our sights. Signs were enough to Read our hearty book, Luck was more dark than What it seemed to look.
At last you laid upon Your bed of bloodshed, Alluring in your memories All my poems you read. Destiny was defining our Love to be left incomplete, All of our prayers were Lynched by Godly deceit. You were my only bliss Will be my only love, In soil of your grave I Found my delightful dove. I was waiting for the day When I fearlessly kiss you, Yet in this weary world I will seamlessly miss you. You can't become mine Yet my soul is all yours, We will surely meet dear In our heavenly tours. In this fuss of flaws my Feelings are escalating, I know for me your soul Is yet eagerly waiting!
Always shivering in my mind Her smile pierced my dreams, Affirming an abiding abduct To my placid poetic gleams. Aroma of demeaning fences Alarming all my serene senses, Baffled between my emotions of Hues in her lavishing lenses. Horizons of my healing desires Left me alone to drown in, Gloria of my Godly gallows In Avening of her serene skin. Brownish blue her eyes were Blissful blessing was her breath, Weary ventures of soulful words Were days of our sleepless seethe. Blonde and bold bloom Of Glare in her reeking hair, Was the blow of blush on Each of my freaking flare. Verges in my heart some Sleepless shards of night, Placing my perennial emotions With boneless bards of sight. Bestowed to the gloom of Gravelly gaps between us, Love was fretting in Groom of our gleaming fuss.
Stars are still collecting The scintilla of my soul, Tied to the teasing threads Of her sloppy sensual stole. Carfted yet creeping are My warming words of wreath, On the shores of poetry it Resembles a frozen leth. Beneath my grave and Beyond my life goes, Perpetual print of her kiss Mystic mark of her toes. Dilemma in droning droughts Is Percieving my paradise, To slush my poetic shards and Make their essence concise. Destroyed yet I dream for Her hands to return back, Fulfilling every vague which My sleepless soul would lack. Astound is asleep and Aroma is all around, In this enigma of time My each emotion is profound. Affront is arousing from Diluted dreamy dusk, Scripted are our lives on Worldy lands of brusk.
Frost infusing with your Fragrant scraf of blue, Is dissolving in my eyes Teary drops of dew. Used to your eluding eyes My specks are now alone, As my enchantress is away Deserting her archival throne. For describing your absence All of my words are few As in all this flux of fame I still miss you!
#marathi अभिनेत्री - भाग 16 दोन्ही versions ओके झाल्या. एव्हाना संध्याकाळ झाली होती. श्वेता टेन्टच्या बाजूला उभी राहून सक्सेनाबरोबर काहीतरी बोलत होती. त्यांचं बोलणं संपलं आणि सक्सेना निघाला. सुजाता श्वेताजवळ गेली. "Excuse me... " "Yes? " "दीदी, you were fantastic... क्या performance थी आपकी! कितनी आसानी से ये सबकुछ कर लेती है आप!" "Ohh.. Really? मैं तो जानती ही नहीं थी! By the way, ये दीदी लफ्ज़ अपने पास ही रखना।" सुजाताला त्या क्षणी कोणीतरी थोबाडात मारल्यासारखं वाटलं. ती मुकाट्याने मान खाली घालून मागे वळली. सुजाताचं गाणं दुस-या दिवशी म्युनिसिपल पार्कमध्ये शूट झालं. शेवटच्या दिवशी श्वेता, सुजाता आणि सुधीर कुमार यांचा एक मोठा सीन एकत्र होता. त्याचं शूटिंग कंचनलाल मेहता यांच्या टाटा डॅमजवळच्या बंगल्यात होतं. हा सीन मात्र कोणतंही विघ्न न येता पार पडला होता. रात्री निर्माता राजू केशवानी याच्या वतीने फरियास हॉटेलमध्ये युनिटसाठी party ठेवण्यात आली होती. Open air arrangement होती. मुंबईतली उमस आणि दमटपणा यांचा काहीसा कंटाळा आलेल्या सुजाताला लोणावळा आवडलं होतं. अर्थात तिनं इथला पावसाळा पाहिला नव्हता. पावसाचं रौद्र रूप पाहिलं असतं तर आपली वाई बरी असं तिला वाटलं असतं. सुजाताच्या आयुष्यातलं हे अशा प्रकारचं पहिलंच get-together होतं (नाही म्हणायला "रिश्तों का सफर" च्या सेटवर दोन mini parties झाल्या होत्या). सुजाता आणि वहीदा यांनी अर्थातच साॅफ्ट ड्रिंक घेणे पसंत केले. सुजाताचा नायक प्रमोद देखील साॅफ्ट ड्रिंकचा ग्लास घेऊन फिरत होता. श्वेताने body hugging trouser आणि short black lycra top घातला होता. तिची मूळचीच आकर्षक असलेली फिगर त्या attire मध्ये अधिकच खुलून दिसत होती. तिने कोणतेही दागिने घातलेले दिसत नव्हते. एका कोपऱ्यात उभी राहून ती सक्सेनाबरोबर बोलत होती. तिच्यापासून थोड्याच अंतरावर सुजाता आणि वहीदा गप्पा मारत उभ्या होत्या. अधूनमधून उदय आणि प्रताप येऊन विचारपूस करून जात होते.