Satellite communicaton ;)

.written in satellite communication class..6th semsubject!TCE...all about satellites and orbits:(...

42,164 miles away,

Driven into lonely space,

not keeping time of whether its the end of a solar day,

I'm here stuck in some mental orbit with an obtuse phase.

I wonder which eccentricity is being talked about,

The people in the orbit, i suppose.

There is an earth link,no doubt

But how long should i stay here??

I'm not sure about the other losses or path loss,

All that i know is that ,there is a complete memory pause.

Waiting for this hour to get over,

Desperately want my orbit to lower.

Finally its time to decelerate,

But my daily trips to this orbit will continue much to my dismay and hate.!!

Basketball

Dribble..dribble...dribble.The sound of the basketball on court is music to my ears.After almost three years of desuetude,my basketball skills were put to use last year.Played for the college team.Due to, maybe constant cavilling by my captain,unpunctual practice sessions,uncoordinated playing.I decided to leave.

              Today i watched a basketball match, and something within me craved for it..really bad!!The greatest remorse drew over me.I shouldn't have left.The alacrity with which they move,the pivoting,the shooting,the driving-in.I miss it all.I can't blow my own trumpet,I'm not all that good,but i guess i really miss it.The joy of having played a really good game,sweating till I'm drenched,coming back home to a lazy ,hot shower,Mollifying the little fatigue due to a tiresome match.Miss it all!!!.

        I realized its time ,I think i should swallow my pride and get back on the team.Miss it too much:( 

...Unsaid

....tryin my hand at poetry. 

Sparkling in royal blue,

she sat in her bedroom,waiting for him.

Peeking through the door knob,she couldn't wait longer,time just flew.,

Probably the royal guard didn't let him in,probably he doesn't want to come,her hopes grew dim.

Her reflexes sharpened when she heard his stallion gallop,

With the brightest smile on her face,she ran to the garden..

There he was,her prince charming..

The more she looked at him,the more she fell in love with the best of all men,

The world stood still,the night was perfect,

They sat under the blue draped sky.

The romance,the love---a magical connect.

He planted a kiss on her forehead,swollen with all the love,a tear trickled down her eye.

A wave of uncertainty blew,

he drew her hand..and mumbled.."this doesn't seem right enough".

Too dumbfounded,what was going on was getting hard to construe.

With a strong stride he left,she was hoping that everything that happened was just a bluff.

The most painful of it all,

...he didn't even shed a tear.

Bittersweet

All of us have experienced bittersweet moments,moments you want to smile, but unfortunately accompanied with a tear in your eye.

This week saw the VTU sports meet.We took part in the cross-country run(6kms-girls,12kms-boys) at shravanabelagola.With a week's of reasonable amount of practice,we were all set to RUN!!.The route was excellent,I personally loved it,\perfect combination of ups and Downs,tar roads ,mud roads,all included to avoid any monotony.

It was finally race day.4:30 am, amidst the fog:):)..perfect start to a long,happy run:).I was pleased with my performance..74 girls,I came in at 14th place,finished the 6kms in 28:03 minutes :).AS a team, we secured really good places.

14th-Myself.

15th-Namitha.

16th-Shilpa.

18th-Rekha.

Congrats girls!!!..We did it:)

WINNERS-"Cross-country race"-2009-2010---BMSCE girls :)

The guys team did excellent.4th position overall:)..with wonderful timings,all nine of them finished 12kms in less than 60 minutes!!! :) congrats guys!!

Not everyone shared this happiness.The person i expected the most happiness from didn't show it.

Happiness is not an individual feeling.A child will always run home to show his parents his first 100.I would always want to share my happiness with my loved ones.It's not called happiness,until it's mutual.It's not called happiness,if it's not shared.Bringing a smile on someone Else's face..that's happiness....

So at the end of all this,I wasn't even happy.My happiness wasn't shared with the person i wanted to share it with the most,in fact,the only person i wanted to share it with.

It was bittersweet,sweet:WE WON!!!..bitter:I wasn't happy at the end of it.

I console myself by assuming that not everyone has the same definition of happiness as I.....

Are we alright??

Is it wrong or is it right??I think of this question every time I take even the smallest decision.If the decision is taken to please me,it's wrong because I'm being selfish but then i can\t help thinking ,what's wrong in taking a decision that is going to favour me?

   When a poor boy finds a 100 rupee note on the street,What's wrong in pocketing it??Isn't he in more need that the careless person who dropped it?But no,instead he'll get lynched by the public because it's not the "right" thing to do.So what is the right thing to do......hand it over to the police station,for them to pocket it??

   Is being a little selfish,to reward yourself sometimes wrong then?I have personally learnt the more you give,the lesser you'll get back.In this disgusting cut throat world,there is NOBODY who\ll take your side.So go ahead be a little selfish,you deserve it:)!!

Crimson lies

**please note..the following poem is not meant to be obscene or likewise.Everyone has their own interpretation to it.I have written it with a particular concept in mind..your may not be the same..anyway too much talking enjoy..:)**

One bite of the forbidden fruit,
Hallucination and deception followed suit.
The more i enjoyed the malicious juice,
My heart swelled in rapturous delight
to deafen the opposing voices,I negotiated a truce.
But the more my body craved for it,with little respite.
The comfort and love it gave was heightened solace.
the complete engagement of trust and companionship.
The Ecstasy it contained,hard to replace.
But now the fruit has stopped growing,
No more pleasure,no more craving.
Even if I pass by a solitary plump fruit,waiting to be eaten
I remind myself,the taste and the craving will only sweeten.
I looked passed it,to the lush green field,
love is a patient process,it will soon began to yield..

Cycle of life.

He called for me.Slowly,softly meowing.My small furry friend visited me again at the same time.I got him home,bonded with him,watched some TV with him:).Educated him on how humans live,as he keenly observed his surroundings.I warmed up his milk ,as he watched on eagerly.He surprisingly didn't seem hungry.All the time,he cling ed on to me like a child holding on to the warmth of his mother.Couldn't keep him any longer,kept the bowl by the gate and let him back to the street. My mistake.
Oblivious to the outside world,I returned to mine.Back to my secluded space near the window,overlooking the street,I sat.Accustomed to the humming traffic,i didn't take special notice of it.A few minutes later,i watched the most cruel and ugly thing.The rider's roughshod handling of his vehicle,left my poor friend,writhing in pain,under his wheels.That monstrous vehicle ran over that small furry being,which i held in my hand ,no longer than 20 minutes ago.
Seeing the poor helpless kitten twist in excruciating pain,hit me.Hard!The stray kitten who gave me little joys was gone.I couldn't help thinking....why did I welcome him home,give him all the love and put him back on the street.Just when he began trusting humans....another one destroyed it.