Motion

The sprayed paint smiles at me,
telling me the motion of the careless stroke..
And so does the swirl of the hurricane..
And the swirl of the top..
I see motion as my carrot
turns into red pulpy juice..
And motion of the drill
as it's ready to use..
I see motion as I become unable
to read what's embossed on a Tyre..
Fatal threat I see,
in the moving wildfire..
Motion I perceive
As I see the birth of white
from the colors seven..
And those little snowflakes
falling right from heaven..
It's motion when I see a red dot
arise in the morning, turning into
its golden treasures..
And the motion of the invisible drug
behind wounds and sutures..
The motion of your rustling hair
and your swaying skirt enchants me
and of your blowing scarf binds me..
The motion of waves splashes me
and that of the surf washes me..
The stale white trail in the sky
gossips about the jet that just passed..
And smoke and gas warns
about the lava coming down fast..
My chest gets heavy with
the impending motion of an upcoming sneeze..
And the swift motion where in tag,
my daughter catches my niece..
The motion of the jamming knife
that sloshes the bread heavy on a roaster..
just the same way as the head gets heavy
due to the falling roller coaster..
The mechanical motion of an escalator
eases me
and of the massager pleases me..
The circular translucent blanket overhead
is the motion of the fan, comforting me
but the motion of a camera holder's hand
is distorting me..
The motion of adrenaline rushing
due to fear,
and the emotion of a falling tear..
When I run- through the beat,
it's motion I analyse..
When I sit- completely still,
it's motion I realise..!

The Dream

The phone rung at the perfect time, playing The Corrs. For the first time, she was so happy to have been awaken by a phone-call. It was her mother, calling upon her to share the latest family gossip. Having freshened up, she still couldn't believe what she dreamt.

They were sitting on a bench.. She vaguely remembered the surroundings.. 'Wow now that's a first..! No surroundings ka memory!' She looked on at him.. He wasn't looking at her. But his expression was highly painful. He said, "I just said not now. I never denied about the tomorrow!!" And a swelling of comfort rose in her.

Now all that comfort was gone.

"I dreamt about him. I thought I'd stopped thinking, with all those efforts to blacken out him.. Blacken out all those hundred things.. Perhaps blacken him out.. No. That's not it. Why blacken him?! Just straighten out the facts and then
Shit I'm thinking about him again !! STOP THINKING!"

And she shut her mind. She remembered she needed her cup of tea to get her day started.

Pulling back her hair into a rather untidy knot, she went to the washroom and splashed some November cold water. It stung, literally. Running to her room, she dabbed her face in her soft towel.

She missed her home. Home heals a broken heart. NO. Stop thinking..!

She sat down at the table facing one of the girls. The latter smiled at her, wishing a good morning.

She smiled back, hardly aware that her smile didn't reach her eyes.

The Criminal

Here's a story.. of a criminal...

The love for her made him crazy

She'd made a difference

The others were eye candies

But she, yes made a difference

He'd stare at her as she talked

Hoping she'd never notice it at all

All that love for her in his eyes

And she laughed back too

Glad of the attention

That her laughter gathered..

She was highly fond of him, yes

But was that any more, she doubted!

He'd think on about her

And observed her well enough

To get her thoughts and speak them out

That'd enchant her just like the magician

Putting out rabbits from the hat

She'd ask him to hop

And hop he would..

without a reason really !

She'd wait on for his call

And would bother if he wouldn't talk

She wouldn't accept that,

but her fondness grew steadier by the day

And even more by the night

He spoke to her veery minute

of the day that he could steal

And she blushed and flushed

everytime that happened

She started loving his tone

The tender way in which

He called out her name

But was too proud to speak that out

But it mattered more to her

that she cared to accept

He got a bag for her

And wanted to surprise her so

But his innocent fondness

Still made him tell her that..

And this impatience made her blush

It'd all been contained and unspoken

Until a night of alcohol

Spilt it all out

And things changed as never before

He openly accepted what he felt

But she was still afraid

Because she didn't know if it was

Fondness, complulsion, desperation or love

She never committed anything to him

Out of fear of wronging him

She knew how much he felt for her

And so did she care..

But still scared to go ahead..

But he made her comfortable

Made her bask in his love

Made her easy as never before

She could see herself warming to him

But her question to herself

was yet unanswered

She knew not the answer

But he knew her so well..

And he knew what it was

And hoped against hope

And out she went

To know the answer

She faced her fears and found them right through

And she hugged them, facing her conscience

Then shamefully hung her head

Down in front of him

Wronged him she had,

Or had she?

Yet lie low she must

For he only loved her

more and more..

She felt bad, but was proud to show so

Hence she hurt him, hoping he'd slow

Hurt he was, but love couldn't go..

He loved her more as she felt guilty

Of liking him first and walking off next

But if that was right,

what else could she do?

It hurt her to face him

But she'd liked him true, and felt responsible

Would never have had faced him,

Had she not felt so !

The criminal, my friends..

Was it he or she?

My high head down in shame unfortunately,

That criminal was Me.

To Life..!

You surround me

As you always will.

You'll tease me when I groan

And you'll applaud me at times.

You'll see my raging anger

Behind my flawlessly calm face

And my turbulent tears

Behind the cheeriest of my smiles.

You'll also see my faith in you

When you yourself strike me.

You'll laugh as you trouble me

Yet you'll respect me as

I strike them troubles aside.

You'll be charmed in my pious white

Yet you'll paint me black and smirk.

You will love me each time

I love you more.

You shall help me even when

I'm too proud to take your help.

You give me the red cloth

And you're the mad charging bull

Yet you'll be honoured as I face you

And take you by the horns.

You maternal smile

when I stay stubborn as a child,

And your humble bow to my acts

which you yourself have taught me.

You steal my hungry stomach's morsel

And you salt my wounds.

You surround me with friends

and cheat me as you take them all away.

You teach me to love

And you love it when I lose it..

Yet you make me fall in love

again and again and again...

What are you exactly,

I know not.

You drive me with a mad ambition

To master you.

Yet you humble me down to my knees.

You'll act as such to make me angry at you

You'll even make me hate you

But you've yourself taught me

To love you in a million ways

For you it is who makes me

And you alone is what's truly mine !

Ma

I never may comprehend you, Ma...

Though so much I think I do

I still keep doing what you say

Because all I know is I trust you

I look at them others and think

Of all your moral ways

I hated your scoldings but

They've truly made my days

I hate each time we disagree

And each time we fight

And I get even more irritated

Because you're actually always right

I yearn to see your smile, Ma..

Each time the train enters the station

Eating your delicious cooked food

Stays my only temptation

I like your grace and try copying

I try being quiet like you

But more as I write, more as I think

Ma, the more I miss you..

I never can be comfortable

Unless it's in your lap

You're really a friend Ma..

Cutting away the age gap..

I always felt I couldn't write about you

Because I was afraid to miss

Any slightest point at all

Lest you do displease..

I could never match your easy judging

And your wise remarks

How many lives have you touched, Ma?

And brought them laurels and sparks?

I want to keep writing, for of you,

There can never be an end..

Because 850 km away from you, Ma..

On you alone I depend..

Because I burn..

In the fiery sunshine..

In the nightly shadows..

In the independence on the road..

In the chains of your memories..

In the violent outbursts of tears..

In those hidden silent fears..

In those moments when I just did it all..

In those moments when there was nothing more I could do.

.

In all those times when I was in power..

In all those times when I hated being how helpless I was..

In every year that passed..

And every minute that didn't..

There was but only one thing that swelled in me..

By that unexpected act of kindness

By that lone deep act of wrath..

By that unprecedented agony of love..

Because the energy shoots...

Because the mind confuses in that pile of mixed emotions..

Because anger eats me and love blinds me..

Because kindness always stops me..

Because I feel..

Because I burn..

Thanks

Well.. This one would be first of really what'd be defined as a personal blogspace.

I don't really get that so up close and personal, but being on the threshold of 1000 pageviews does that to a teenager ;)

I started properly writing when I was in school. And that exactly was the age when Orkut was the hip thing in town. And having your friends write you testimonials was another issue of pride. (And following this intro are some of the testimonials from my orkut page.)

Some 4-5 odd years have passed since then. I've changed inside-out and upside-down, and so also have the people who wrote what's below. I've made newer, better friends in course of time. Some who've never bothered to pick a pen and write about me, but they've also never forgotten to stand right strong by me each time I needed them bad. Things change, and I'm glad they do.

So why bother about posting stuff that some people wrote ages ago, and this very stuff they perhaps might not stand by today?

It's simple. What all's below, at some point made me. When I wasn't lucky enough to yet meet those super-awesome-legen-wait-for-it-dary friends, these words (perhaps unmeant), yet were there for me.

Some made me believe in myself and some made me believe in OTHERS.

Some made me realise my responsibilities and some taught me to sometimes let go.

Some made me improvise but most of them urged me to write.

So if I'd be excited for them 1000 pageviews, each of the people below have a lion's share in that, perhaps more than mine own.

Point was,

Thanks guys ;)

Love,

J

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Bhagyashree Oak

well , ojas ...... !!!! if u dont know her then she may strike u as arrogant , over confident and a uzzi kolhi and company hater !!! but if u know her well then the first 2 claims can be negated !!! she's a brilliant mathematician , a good basketball player n a fun person 2 know !!! and yes , she is a worthy successor to our batch for creating mayhem n confusion for our dear kolhi uzzie asmita n all !!! keep rockin alwazz !!

Aditya Damle

Some say Ojas is Arrogant, has A LOT of attitude and is very proud........whatever it might be she is my best friend and i could give my soul in her hands
Though i know she will kill me. But...
really Ojas is really witty,clever, humourous, bold, daring(potassium aur kaun dal sakta tha yar, passionate and loves her friends.
Mood swings are apart of ther nature and u gotta cope up with it.
But at the end of the day, you will know she is great at heart and that is all that matters.

Shreyas Gadre

she's a real scholar i have ever seen
really tallented and extremely intellegent

Manank Gosalia

O - oh! simply the best
J - just amazing
A - adorable
S - simply superb !!!
what more can i can abt u? . ur are rocking and my cool frnd to .
ur frnd,
manank .

Shree Patwardhan

Hmm....tough writing a testimonial for a girl...anyway,good sorta girl, very brainy [likes math and wants 2 pursue it] Also plays hoop [which gets her out of a possible nerdy image!]....Sometimes however u just wish u could choke her there and then. [just kidding!]

Pranav Shetty

well shes sweet charming,really gud at heart & exceptionally
brilliant in Maths.....
shes un gul hu cn make u smile at any point of time wid her big
grin but cn be really bossy at times...:-)..!!
thts wat Ojas Ajit Gohad is.....& hey....this is ur 13th
testimonial...!!!....hope it isint unlucky for u...!!
stay alive ....MAD as u r..!!
ur frend,
PS(now heres un long unfulfilled promise accomplished..!!)

Sushant Sule

OJAS..... OJ her pet name a very good frend of mine a gr8 scholar and the BIGGEST PHILOSOPHER of SAKJEMS but whatever it may be a good and an understanding girl (jst 2 say) heheheh! No jst a joak but seriously a good gal who is worth of being a good frend U may understand how a gal might she b by looking at her profile So "KEEP ROCKING GAL"

Apurva Gaikwad

As the nam goes ojas.
then may be oj,dj ........
doesnt matter
she is a gud frnd,frank,reliable.
and vry gr8 philosopher
but a bst frnd.
dj rocks.....

Surabhi Dholakia

she is one person who needs to be in ur friend list... a friend like her is indeed hard to find cuz she will just understand ya da moment she seez you... she is really very caring and a gr8 friend

Surbhi Kulkarni

hey sweety i m finallt writin u a tmonial...
so ...OJ this is a short expression though but there r so many things behind this oh so kool kinda expression...oh then wat shud i say?people can rite pages about her...and so can i coz i have known her 4m we were in kinders...the time wen she was just like ne other student wen she was not ..THE OJAS GOHAD types ...but r journey of friendship has been the same....so i wish u all the best oj....keep rocking GENIUS.....

Siddharth Gogate

This Ojus i mean Ojas is like sweet jus(juice)
Her mind like computer(always working fast)
Her nature like a tree(always helping)
Her friendship like internet(always giving information)
So i say friends,
Have friendship with her.
Your friend,
Santa.

Ashwini Pawgi

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Wat 2 say about her if I start describing bout her it will need pages d write bt I would say in short that
OJAS is genius , briallant at maths n studies , an artist , gd at heart , philosopher , helpful very frndly , simple , always happy n very frndly n so on
In short she is a all – rounder.
Hey I will only say I am always der for u when u need n hence don’t ever forget me
HEY OJ U ROCK N DON’T EVER CHANGE URSELF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Frm shahidz fan. (hey now don’t say I havnt written a testi)
Hehehe just kiddin re. njoy ur lyfe.

Mugdha Joshi

what 2 say bout oj? by sweetheart n my soul mate type of best friend!
brain goddess, voracious reader, scholar n most of all a diamond at heart, boys back off!
me cant share oj wid anyone!
i cherish her frndship like else in life.....hope it lasts 4ever.....

luv n warmest wishes.....mj![ ur sweet heart punk!]
ps-dont mind the short testi, u've already filled LARGE spaces in my haert!

afet all taht dear oj has written bout me, its time i clear up certain misconceptions, alter my previous sugar coated words................she says me liar.....when she completely altered the facts...she says i give lecture to loved ones.......she's d one who always gives advice[though its always rite] she says i bugg ppl................and she's speakin d truth.but anyways, she may luk like this stong hearted gal.....fightin on, but i kno her hearts soft, brimmin wid luv, compsssion....loooks studious[which she is] but ull o life at d same time, advisin me no end, but i still luv her loads, tahts cause she's a genuine person,luv u loads, oj, urs till sun turns black mj

ps ppl, one thing i forgot bout oj is taht she's a enderaing frnd, all my frnds had to be pushed 2 write a testi 4 me, but oj is d only one who does unspoken favours 4 me,
tahnx alot, 4 everything

oj!!!!! my dear lil sweet frnd, this space is pretty less 2 pen down my thoughts about her, cause oj is a one of a kind girl.
she is extremely sincere, perseverant, harworkin, optimistic and a absolute go- getter , tahts why she has achieved soo much in life n made all of us proud......but this is one aspect every single ojas knowin soul says in their testi!!!! n since id like 2 believe that i know her a lil btr, let me give u an insight into wat she is like
Oj is too much like a coconut, luks tough on on outside, but a real tender soul, absolutely lovin n carin n very loyal 2...
sum1 whom u can depend on wid ur eyes closed 4 advice...
shes always stud by me in my tough times n tahts exactly wat sets her aprt frm ordinary aquinatnces who claim 2 b frnds,
Oj is like dis dashing, shrewd, smart n flamboyant female who speaks her mind, her thoughts are transparent n crystal claer, at d same tyme she is this philanthropist who loves every 1 around her in d same lite, truly cherish our frndship oj, cheers

hope we always remain like dis, n tahnx 4 all d help uve given me, u were d 1 who cud do it!
thanx a ton, 4 being there,
luv u loads, n alwayus awaialble 2 sort things out 4 ya if u in d pits...
mugi!

here goes another testi 4 my dear oj...
oj is not at all wat she luks like, apart frm d fact that she is godman studious and brainy like she luks, but if u leave that all aside, she is one hippiee!!!!
a lil rudie, a lil bratty, a lil crappy, a lil snappy n a lot mischievous, this is wat oj is really like, wont think twice 2 say a "fo" if u irritate her...but thats wen she is really pissed off..i had always known hat i n oj jelled well 2gether, but realised wat a tru frn oj is wen she was always there 4 me wen i was in d pits, be it about 'him' or any other stupid skooli problem, she always had d solution 4 d best thing 2 b done, n most of all, she is the only one who writes me beautiful testimonials widout me tellin her 2 write me 1!!!
i know her life history, n she knows mine, id like 2 believe that we kno each oder in n out n i guess we can deduce wats goin on in d oders mind by now! leavin all this apart n comin back 2 oj, no number of testimonilas are enough 2 testify wat a gr8 gal she is..

so where was i.....
ya , no number of testimonials are nough 2 testify wat a gr8 frnd oj is, or wat a cooool company , tru frnd, lovely human , even beutiful lover oj is....
so in a nutshell, oj is a real tresure n beacuse i have a treasure like dis 1, i happen 2 b d richest gal alive!!!
hopin 2 fix a date sooon,
cheers!! mugi

with an effort not 2 make this like all the other testis that i have written 4 oj,
here is a short poem[ errors n bad rhyme schemes 2 b excused owing 2 d fact that im no poet]
when the sun fades,leaving nothin but sadness behind
a true companion in ojas i find
solace, peace n affection, nothin in leu 4 d concern
oj is a friend, philosopher and guide....
''oj has been wid me through trying times''- a statement often made by friends, ill call it pure understatement. wen the going was tough n i had no1 2 give me sum gud piecce of advice, i never had 2 think twice b4 lukin up 2 oj...n we've been gr8 frnds thereafter...
we've always got soo much 2 tok about, we never run outta topics, n tokin 2 her is like a gulp of fresh air,
shez always rite there 2 make me laugh wen stuck wid my problems, 2 give me advice wen im in immediate need of 1, n most of all, give me true companionship!!!

i luv oj, i love everythin bout her, her truthfullness, courage 2 peak her mind, n do wat her hart tells her 2.. shez my lyfgaurd, my bestzest frnd[ n as i said b4, d only frnd who writes me beu testis widout me ver having 2 ask 4 dem], i can tell her everything under d sun....
in a way, shez my dose of opium! cant b at peace widout tokin 2 her!

luv ya oj....really, thanx 4 being around! u mean d world 2 me...n HATE fitin wid u.....
but i kno this frndship is here 2 last[ cant afford 2 lose my biggest possesion buddy, im selfish bout dat..bcause ive had unsuccssful relation wid a few frnds u kno, wudnt wanna lose u]
all urs till d universe tears apart, n even after dat...
mugi

I'm not a perfect person
There's many things I wish I didn't do
But I continue learning
I never meant to do the things i did[ line edited]
And so I have to say before I go
That I just want you to know

I've found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
and the reason is you
this is how goes the song reason by hoobastank n i dedicate it 2 my sweet oj...
words cant define our friendship, fences cant bound our love 4 each other,
im dont believe in valentines wen im tokin bout oj, i dont need a day 2 tell her wat she means 2 me..i dont need 2 think twice wen i say oj is my bestest frnd...
bcause our frndship is not sumthin that binds us 2gether, its sumthin that sets us free..
i wud b like a bird wdout winggs, an ocean widout water, a child widout luaghter if it wasnt 4 oj 2 hear me out wen i was in dire distress, ive shared my deeepest n silliset probs wid her, n shez just heard me out widout condemning me 4 my stupidest problems..shez just given me the gr8 advice thats always ready..

ive always wanted sum1 whom i cud pour my soul out 2, n oj is that person, hands down...
luv u loads[probably a lil less dan current, na nana na na !!]
mugi

ive alredy stopped counting the number of testis that i have wriiten 4 oj, n vice versa...but it makes no difference cause words cant express our frndship..
since i mad her see red because i din tell her b4 goin 2 darjeelings, this is an effoert 2 compensate.
oj's one heck of a cool company, awesum fun 2 b wid, full of anectodes and wise words and needless 2 say advice1
an extremely trustworthy frnd that she is, u can tell her anything ubder d sun and expect a patient response!
u can b sure she wont ditch u in trying times, and dats wat makes her such an adorably lovable person..
a frnd like her is a priceless treasure , a treasure 4 keeps.
luv u loads
rock on...
mugdha

Words have never been the right medium for me to express wat i feel 4 my best friend ojas. Ojas is synonymous wid a true friend,guide , sister...
She is someone who has been happy wid me and shed tears wen i was sad, lent me her shoulder to cry on wen i needed someone the most and her valuable words of wisdom cudnt have had more impact..
Her testi 4 me says it all, and i cant thank my stars enough for gifting me a friend like her...
All this apart, ojas is also someone who tries to portray that she is "miss. I can bear it all" but i know just how much pain she has gone through and she has undoubtedly taken that to her stride, i truly admire her 4 dat.
I owe u a lot ojas, and can never repay the words of support you offered, the joys and sorrows u shared..thanx 4 everything..
U deserve all the happiness u r gettin {"wink"}.... always wish 2 c tremendoes jou in those eyes
love u soo much
mugi

The lane to every heart, the smile to every sulky lip, what more do i say about ojas.
she has been the sun of my life, giving me all the committment and true affection that a friend expects from another, so much so that shes almost like my sis 2 me. I can rely on her about anything and expect 2 be forgiven at every silly error [considering the countless times that i have forgtten 2 call her after promising]....and always has that lovely smile on her cheery face...
Its funny we dont meet at all, and talk only rarely, still the affection i feel towards her has never reduced by the slightest. Needless to say, our bond is special, this friendship to last, a treasure 4 keeps..
I cant count how many times ive mentioned that ojas is one of my most valued possesions, my best friend in truest sense, im really lucky 2 have a friend, sis and guide all rolled into one..
thanx 4 being around oj...love ya
urs till bollywood films have songs in it...
mugi!

Here’s another testi for my beeest[beast/best] friend ojas….
To be absolutely frank, im a pretty useless friend, cause I rarely get the time to call up ojas and talk for hours, and she being an even busier person, there are rarely times when we get to catch up…but that never bothers me in the least, cause when we do, we’re like a cauldron on fire!!! Really, being friends with oj is like magic, just by having a sweeet adorable, trustworthy, righteuous , and most of all, a genious friend like ojas!! She is one headstrong girl, who never lets her own pains come in way of her ambitions.. a quality which most ordinary people lack..but then nothing about ojas is ordinary, she’s truly one of a kind!! Im soo proud of myself for befriending someone like ojas, cause she sure did change the silly-mistake making, goofy and cracked me!!! Love u loads!!!
Cherish this frndship a laawt!!
Mugdha

Siddharth Gadekar

I wonder where my tmonial went?
np..a new..one...
Ojas...is ...weird...I..wonder...How she manages so many qualities at once
shez really supportive and was there for me when noone was ..
One thing ull really like is dat her advice is always supportive and is recieved only when asked for..She always maintains her calm (now thats a cool lie) ...
Is a darn great poet...simply superb..
IS REALLY VERY "INTELLIGENT". No joke folks...has proved it many times....
loves solving maths.. and has great ability to fight against calamities ...
She unknowingly taught me to lead life the positive way...and helped me a lot...thanks for that..
urs truly ,
Siddhu

Priya Shah

hmmmm........ so dis gal writes me testimonials n complains i haven't written 1!!!!so heres 1 4 u!!!! ojas ...... she's ma sweet neighbour!!!! though she doesn't hav tym 2 talk wid me!!! she talks wid me on orkut!!!! wat 2 tell bout her???? she has got brains!!!!!! almost comes first in every xam she appears!!!! really studies very hard!!!! first i thought of her as a very studious person but as always ma 1st impression turned out 2 b wrong!!!! no doubt she's serious bout studies but at d same tym loves 2 njoy lyf!!! she's really cool n beautiful!!!!! n yes lives lyf on her own terms!!!! also she's very naughty!!!!! oj b as u r!!! nevaever change!!!
lots of luck 4 ur future!!

Jaydeep Apte

Ojas Gohad.....
sry!!
Ojas "POET" Gohad..........
a gr88 poet......makes really very thoughtfull poems...
I've always tried to make poems like hers....but......Ojas' poems stand alone...different.
ojuu is a very good friend of mine..
and may god bless our friendship with lots of love..

Sumeet Patwardhan

ojas is like a sweet sister found by a co-incidance.very intelligent n smart gal.fantastic at mathematics n oder subjects.currently in 10th so i ve gr8 expectations frm her.hehe.also has a creative mind n rites sum really touchy poems.shes also an athelete n dat just completes her versatile n all round personality.but now ving given inuf 4 her CV ill tok abt ojas as a person.very very caring n loving.has got a completely down 2 earth attitude but dat doesnt mean shes all dat angelic.very romantic also i must say n loves d guy wid all her heart.very very passionate.shes an IIT aspirant n i noe dat d IIT-JEE is just a formality 4 her.all d best 4 ur life dearie.muaaahhh

Tanuj Nabar

OJ is the mostttttttttttt intelligent person i know!!!
This isn't an exaggeration..I hope the people who know her will agree with me
That's not all guys!
She is an all-rounder toooooooo!!!
She's a brilliant sportsperson!! [Now, how come I know it? Sochnewali baat hai na?]
Sometimes I fel that she's a superhero!!!
How can anyone be soooooooooo perfect?????
I don't know why I can't think of any words while writing testimonials...
You are the best, Miss India!!!
....From Santuklya!!!!

Abhirup Kheterpal

hmmm dis 1 is due sice a veeeeeerry long tym mayb 6 mnths or so!!!!!! well wat all 2 write deres soo much 1024 chaacters r less!!! (actually speakin u rob me of words so an intro tht takin space !!!... lolz) comin 2 sum serious writin i personally hav known ojas since 7th nd i can surely tell 1 thin shez 2 2 2 2 2 brainy a girl!! i myself dont no wat all shez cracked but i asure dere r many... extremely gud at sports specially bazketball...(dont u think tht u can beat me)...wat else ya shez a very sweet girl whoz full of stories 2 tell me wenever v meet online... gosh i bet shez juzz 2 takitive(ive already won da bet).... adding up 2 tht shez a very gud poet 2 sumthin tht can b xpected afterall shez luvs languages!!! go on righ many more beautiful poems i've liked all da poems tht ive read even tho i may hav not understood half of dem...... extremely hardworkin nd ya plans to give jee(i no whoz gonna b AIR 1 in 2010)... hmmm i hop itni prashansa kaafi hai!!! ur gr88 keep rockin...... ab had se jyada ho gaya

Gaurav Venkatraman

OJAS!! poet....philosopher...intellectual...all dese words synonymous wid her....gotta know her through orkut...but we've becum gud frnds....shes really helpful if u have ne serious problem in life...n i guess maths 2....her mathss IQ is way up dere....got selected 4 nts!! cool or wat...but believe me shes no nerd...u'll get 2 know dat....n though i've met her juz once i think dat shes really nice n has got a positive aura bout her....n ya i had 2 repeat dis line ojas!! SHES PINK FLOYD PERSONIFIED!!....ha atlast rote u a testimonial....hope u likie it!! i can sleep well tonite widout da fear of bein murdered by a certain angry young woman!! adios!!

Tanaya Thaly

hey she is one of the liveliest gal i hav met!!....damm cool and total fun to hang around...has areal good sense of humor.....and shez soo dammn intelligent i tell u.......never try to discuss wid her any knowledge related topic......she seems to b omniscient!!....her maths is totally awesome.....hey ojas if u ever think of doing sum noble work for india.....jus donate parts of ure brain to ppl all over the country....soon india will be the best country in the whole world....BSUR gal!u totally rock!!

Neha Sheikh

Wishing u happiness!
once a while,
we meet someone
who makes us feel so good-
who seems to understand us,
in way few people could.....
someone who's truly glad for us
when things are going well,
who's always there to listen,
when we have to say something,
something new to tell.....
once a while we find someone
on whom we can depend
I know b'coz i found in you
a really wonderful person Ojas!!!!!

Dhruva Deshmukh

My baby sister...

exuberant and talented..

Chinmoy Harshe

well here goes a long pending testi(n it has my familiar mark of delay on it.....)bt yes its here at last...
well writing this is a bit complicated.........cuz very frankly, i hate scholars(n dis gal is undoubtedly 1)whose charachteristics include solving trigo fr tp(!)bt shez a gud frnd 2, n thats y im writin what i am..
nt only is she a scholar, shez also a poet n complicatedly so(the begotten chances, what a life!!!!!)
shez intellectual(n i dunno if there shud've been a "an" in between the last 2 words) bt dats 1 thing dat i lyk, n shez sympathetic wid raj thackrey's aims(way 2 go, gal!!) politics wud suit u 2,for sure
she lykes sanskrit,which for me is 1 of her bad tastes(bt even perspective lies in the eye of the beholder, so m nt sayin much)
well bt all in all, shez an awesome gal, very sweetn witty at da same tym
she will make it 2 the top wherever she goes dats fr sure.
have a gud life, sweeetheart.
Luv n luck,
Chinmoy
PS
She has most of the virtues I dislike and none of the vices i admire!

Vinamrata Gandhi

hey darling , sry 2 b l8.
OJAS . a smart, talented, good lukin n soch n adoreable n.........................n.....................dis list wnt end . really she is damn good at heart .she is a twinklin STAR ( sumtyms can b comprd wid tublite bt its ok ) .her compositoins r ablaze . her ' THE LAST MEET ' n 'ALONE' r must read .shez my ' beauty n beast ' both .
i miss u sooooooo much . i wish ur destiny has everything u want . even if v r separated by time ., hope ur frndship remains d same .
cya . take care . lots of luv .

Bhushan SHah

Outer space exists because it's afraid to be on the same planet as Rajinikanth and Ojas. Rajinikanth, though a bit braver, lives in Chennai because he's afraid to be in the same city as Ojas.

No. I won't be filling in adjectives describing Ojas here. Smart, intelligent, easy-to-talk-to, friendly, poetic, internet-addict etc. All that she is, no doubt. But I'd prefer penning down, or rather typing down something that describes what I feel about her. Well, I have never before managed to strike a friendship with someone from the fairer sex in so short a time. Yes, we bonded over a silly thermodynamics problem. And then over Orkut. And Facebook. And YM. And what not. I don't know much about her, but from what I know, she is quite friendly a person. A hit with everyone, including mosquitoes. Her command over languages, her maturity, her affinity for Mathematics are some of the things that I like about her. Her hatred for Physics is something I dislike. How can someone be so good at Math & Chem, but struggle with Physics, is a mystery to me. Forget it. Your pros overcome your cons. A fellow IIT-aspirant that she is, though junior, I wish her all the luck in the world.

Cheers!!!

Ok. A real one now. I know her since only six months, but she's easily become one of my very good friends. It's simply amazing how a chance meeting at a forbidden place (the FIITJEE exam hall) and a small talk on a forbidden topic (Thermodynamics) can materialise into a warm friendship. Nevertheless, coming to Ojas, the first word that comes to my mind when I think of her, is EMOTIONAL. I don't know whether she's too emotional, or I'm too practical. Doesn't matter. As long as we are friends. Another aspect of her that has caught my eye is being Arty. She makes ambigrams, hand-paints shirts, blah blah blah. How the hell do you get the time to do this after studying for 25 hours a day? Well, that reminds me, I am 100% sure she's gonna get into an institute of her choice. A bookworm that she is. So let's end it here. And if you still think I wrote this just for the sake of....you know....

Anyways, until five years later then, unless we both land up at the same institute, which is highly improbable!!!

Aditya Gohad

Dhishkyawwwww!!!!!!!!

Misfortune

The pit in my stomach

Digs deeper every minute

The black clouds close in

Trying to dampen my spirit

The hesitant mind is scared

Wondering what to anticipate next

The worse was done and still

Nowhere is returning the best

The dark clouds close in

As questions surround me

Did I do it alright or

Did I do what was to be?

My guilt only deepens

When I know of your pain

Here I am, lonely too

Running off and crying in the rain

I avoid your sad face

The hundred questions in your eyes

I look and think about what’s gone

The chances lost twice and thrice

In my every attempt

To screen and avoid you

Somewhere inside, I badly want

To hold you.. to kiss you…

But wishes are bitches, them !

And my silent tear falls..

A sudden emptiness embraces me

And my eyes be emotionless walls

I cut outside and shout inside

The Night Fury in me yet wants to fight

Hurt not or may, burn not or may..

It’s your misfortune what I did was right !

I am not funny

I do not have any funny habits.

I do not dig my nose and then lick my finger like a lollipop.

I do not wear white socks when I am about to go out and play football in the muddy Mumbai rains.

I generally (read: always) do not carry my couple of cheese sandwiches in my tin of shoe polish.

I do not call my boyfriend as ‘bubbling bobble batty bunny bonbon boy’.

I do not wash my utensils in my potty, though I know that flushing saves my scrubbing pains.

I do not play cricket with a fragile glass bat and a red-hot molten iron ball.

I don’t use my journal submission papers as toilet paper.

I do not kiss and bathe my pet dragonfly.

I do not watch movies putting them in the 32X mode.

I never try wearing my bracelets as necklaces. (Size matters!: watch the pun)

I do not tear off my boyfriend’s picture into a thousand pieces so that my parents wouldn’t know about him; and hence I do not wake up at 4 am bright, to do the jig-saw puzzle just to see the goddamned face of my boyfriend!

I do not shave off my poodle’s tail hair.

I do not stalk and scare off the people whom I have a crush on.

I wear black, and do not expect people to call it deep purple, or the least – fuchsia.

I do not call up my friends to ask them their phone numbers.

I do not carry a bunch of 6 soft toys to my Physics class.

I do not believe the ‘fact’ that green nail paint on toenails can bring in good luck.

I do not play any sport with 12 others if the ground is as huge as 10 x 10 sq. feet.

I have not saved my dad’s name in my cell phone as Hitler.

I do not answer my nature’s call at the beach or in the swimming pool. I put the call on hold.

I do not wear a bright orange top on faded brown jeans and accessorize it with golden nail paint, white earrings and a parrot green bag.

When I tie two plaits, I do not use different coloured bands for the two.

I do not mistake Achilles for Akhilesh; and hence I’d never mistake him to be my paperboy!

I do not fail my exams by writing that Pluto is the ringed planet, has 17 moons and is the closest to the sun.

I do not sit under an apple tree and wonder who stole the apples.

I do not sit in an auto rickshaw and complain as to why the A/C isn’t working.

I have never carried the Year Diary as my School Diary.

I have never tried getting myself electrocuted just to get the latest hip haircut.

I do not dance like a cucumber getting twisted in every possible direction.

I have never thought or tried dissecting an amoeba.

I do not comb my hair with the spiral binding of my notebook.

I do not believe that adding scotch to butter makes butterscotch.

I have never tried wearing potpourri flowers in my head.

I do not think that elephants are Complan boys.

And the high-scorer now…
I never say “My conceptions are not clear.”