English Project File

Cleaning my place.. throwing some old stuff out.. clinging to resolve -- AAJ TOH SAAFAI KARKE HI RAHUNGI !!!

Mom found one very interesting file... English Project File... Weird naa.. exactly.. that's what i exclaimed when she handed it over to me....

Seriously... i was flipping through it.. first thing in it was related to Fire Alarm, which my bro had made in XI class... then the main file started.. topics were..

• Cuttings on people.
• Cuttings on environment.
• Cuttings on offers.
• Cuttings on Science Facts.
• Bar Graph of Marks in Term 1 and Term 2.
• Nature Poem.

I flipped... flipped.... flipped... with a big smile on face, which left mom perplexed with what was going through my mind !!

She kept on asking, "Hass kyun Rha hai !!... hass kyun rha hai.. !! "

But, now how do i make her understand... that even i didn't had any inkling about it... in fact, i wasn't even listening to what she said... lost in my own world, i was just flipping..

From cuttings of some "Smart Survivor in maze of politics" to cutting from "Obituary".. from "Noise levels during Diwali" to "Reasons to keep Air Clean"... i was just flipping, rather going through at ultra fast pace.
skipping the science section and marks distribution graph.. i directly came onto the Poem part...
still wondering if i wrote it... and, if i did then when..

Anyway, i read it.. "Here it Comes"... appellation of the poem.. and the next thing in mind was, "Yeaaa.. of course.. here it comes, hogi koi pakaaau, bakwaas shayari meri phir se !!.. "

Here it comes, here it comes,
Sun is down, calm and sound.

Here it comes, here it comes,
ringing bells in sea-shells, scaring away the red knights of sun

Here it comes, here it comes,
night is falling, showing her face to mankind.

Here it comes, here it comes,
Here it comes, here it comes.

-- Nikhil Pandey
IX-E
K.V.A.G.C.R.

"Ninth !!!!!!... i wrote this in ninth.. mann.. !! did i had any talent back then.. ??", questioning myself i was smiling... i recalled... it was back then, when the teacher had asked us to write a poem (no cheating) and present it in class... i still remember, how proudly i stool among the other 5 people.

:)) ... to be honest, i never had been good in scoring... always believed in education with a little twist, its not like i never knew or understood whats going in class or no idea of the subject... but it was just that i was more of a recreational guy... Marks ke peeche kaun pade !! (which still reflects in my CGPA !!)

By now, i was able to recall every moment when i wrote it... it was evening, looking out from my room's window... i kept on scribbling in the notepad, every tits n bits of matter that could strike my mind.. still struggling hard with words (first time tha yar... words never come easily..) !!
Anyway, after 1000 cuttings and paragraph positioning.. i was able to compose this one..

And, the best moment was when my teacher asked, "Nikhil, you wrote this.. !! NO.. i can't believe it.. !!" and then i ran to grab that notepad, flipping out the pages for the one i needed... and then with a Confidence full of Pride, i present a page, full of Cuttings, twisted words, spelling mistakes and i say, "Ma'am, this is the rough i did... Mein sachi bol rha hun... maine hi likhi hai..." and then when ma'am accepted.. and i swaggered down the class to my last bench.. !! -- this was the moment, when i had my first ride with words... since then it has changed a lot (for better i guess)... things, people, matters, emotions... but still, there's one thing... which didn't change.. it was ME!!

Its not just me... if u look around yourself... so many things have changed... Talk about that tall building which was eating dust a few years back or talk about that abandoned flat where the new girl lives... be it the new car of Mr. Mehra or new cellphone of Ashi... Everything's constantly changing... its just you, who has been keeping his identity for such a long time now... So... ultimately, i urge to find yourself... deep in you... do exactly what u like to do... one will find it foolish to follow.. but, one day you'll realize.. that when u look back into your memory bank, it's such weird and unreasonable things only, which show their face and leave a smile... !!