To Love a Woman

To Love a Woman.......

A very romantic kind of a song which ignites the feelings of love in anyone who reads it. I wanted this song to be here cause a its a very beautifully sung song and lets you understand the very chemistry between a man and woman who are in LOVE with each other.

'Love' an impeccable human emotion

Excerpt......

‘Love’ ….god’s tool of manipulating the nature or in descent words influencing it. The ultimate binding force between the two stanchions MEN and WOMEN.

I don’t know what it is but she drives me crazy

I don’t know what she does but she drives me wild.

Only she can let me be the man that I want to be

Or she can leave me helpless as a child.

Yes she makes me wild. She makes me cross boundaries without going across. Its her presence that makes me myself. It is she who gives me a meaning, a different identity. Whether I have the maturity to understand her meaning to me or not but she has the understanding of my soul.

I don’t know what it is but she has the power

She can make me laugh when I want to cry

She tells me that I m in control but I know it’s just a lie

Will she love you tomorrow like she loves you today?

She can keep your heart guessing but she’s yours if she stays.

That’s what it feels like, to love a woman.............

Dhiraj Hundlani
III yr CSE

To read the full article read Ninad--The Conch Blow of JECRC(2007 Edition). Do comment on this post to appreciate the effort of the writer.

Deserve to Desire

The Orphan Child

The Orphan Child.....

A very Nice article printed in last year's College Magazine(2007 Edition). This article tries to the intimate writers experience in an orphanage where she understands the feelings of being deprived from parental love and affection. This takes her to the thoughts of similar solitude experienced by many old age parents when they are admitted in Old Age Homes by their diligent siblings.
Quite a touchy article.......

Excerpt....

.....All through the conversation she kept being reminiscent of the times spent with her mother, how after all the difficulties her mother had still not given up on her and all her love and care. She knew that she was demanding something out of her scope of fulfillment yet she kept on telling me how she wanted to help her mother, look after her, as now she was a big girl.

The love and respect that she had for her mother, made me feel numb. I sat there holding her hand, she did not shed a single tear yet I was on the verge of doing so. I was choked with emotions. The responsibility that this little girl felt for her parents was not anything I see in my daily life, among the so called metropolitan dwellers, who have forgotten to even respect their parents. This girl was keen to even move out of the orphanage and make a living by herself and begin a search for her lost mother.

The people at the orphanage tell her that her mother died of illness, yet the little girl tells me that somewhere deep within she hears a voice calling out to her for help, she knows that it is time for repayment of all that her mother had done for her, although she may never be able to return what mothers do for their children yet she insists on doing her karma as the only child of her parents. I was as still as a stone throughout the conversation, from start to finish I kept holding her very tightly, and kept wondering if there was anything I could do for the innocent little soul.......

Akkta Panwar

III yr ECE.

To read the full article read Ninad--The Conch Blow of JECRC(2007 Edition). Do comment on this post to appreciate the effort of the writer.