been a long time since i posted a blog..it probably seems lik i did so some wer in my last birth ..but yes!! im reborn..transformed from a teeny bopper galavanting around in d college  2 today being in the defence forces..this blog is my dedication 2 my transformation. sum wer at this time last year i could not believe wer i stand today..my decision 2 join the forces has not only changed my life but of many dear- and near to me..when i tell im in the defence forces it elicits myriad kind of reaction from people..but what is common to all..is the respect that i receive for my decision to be a part of the defence force. this decision of life was not an overnight now..it had taken me years that i want 2 b here..and after all the trials and tribulations my dream has been fufilled..im one of the fortunate few who live their dream.but this pathway was not at all a bed of roses..i needed 2 convince not only my parents but myself too that i want to be here..after that part was over it required very ounce of my detrmintaion,grit and strength to make thru the tough selction and training procedure.finally emerging as an officer..i pride myself in being an officer moreso a lady officer.my fervent prayer to god is to ever guide me in being sincere in my work and give me strength to perform to my fullest abilities

Light through my eyes

Rainbow colors reflecting through the dewdrop laden leaves

Breaking thousand bounds, rushing to my eyes

Oh! What a dip of ecstasy

Peeping through my eyelashes

Lightning the path of my dreams

My way and my destinations

Leading through rays of hope and alas despair too

Awakening in me the spirit of a fairy child

And laying to rest the frightening shadows of the unknown

This light!! A divine revelation to one

And yet to another a path to heaven

For me ,solititude for my evergrowing turbulent feelings

Oh this light!! The rainbow flashed in dancing glory

This light my hope ,my life,my destination and my nirvana

lemme start wit a hilarious incident wich shows wat level r politicians and democratic ideals have stooped to..my 6yr old cousin asked his 12yr old cousin "what is election?" the 12yr old replied "u know baba!election means 25 robbers stand and the most biggest and major robber gets elected"wow!! wat analysis!! hits d nail on d head
the time is back wer tall promises r made by short minded people with  liluputian integrity..  achievemnets lik merely layin foundations are exalted like a bridge is built from the moon 2 the earth!!chicken curries,liquors, bikes ,cars,hoardings,banner,money flows which will make people think is India really a poor country..my party his party their party who's party wer party gone 2 dogs party!!! newpapers advertisements wit so many promises that u inadvertently feel pity how would the poor politicians fulfil them aftr satisfying their never ending hunger!!

stop!! stop!! this mockery of democracy!

not everything is lost even if elections means tall promises,corruption,bribery, it also means supremacy of the electorate to elect thier own candidate, it means that atleast for ones u hve the politicians licking ur feet..it means u assertain who rules u and u alone r resposible for electing  inept and corrupt legislators..

as for me im goin to vote to uphold democracy ,its ideals and to prove that watever maybe d demerits of democracy its still r best bet!!

Mansion Dela

Sprawling vast area

On a brown chocolaty ground

Stood the Mansion Dela

Glowing in its magnificent glory

Standing proudly among the ruined grasses

A mansion who’s history is lost

To the memory of mankind,

Who’s present the concern of no one

The future uncertain and covered in the mist of darkness

The magnificent Mansion Dela

Whos secret are deep as its cellars

And whos lives and glitters are as shallow

as the fountainhead at the entrance.

The window to the north

A witness to history so dark and cryptic

The door the welcome gate

to the skeletons in the closet

Those laughs,the merry and rejoice

cowed down and washed away by

scream and sighs of anguish

 and betrayal trumpets

oh Mansion Dela! The epitome of

human greed, desires and sorrow

long live your glory among

the ruined grasses and vast landscape of zilch.

IS MY SPIRIT DYING?

Riding on the plains of clouds

cleaving thousand dreams

Entrapped in the multitude of feelings

Comes a voice saying to me

Is your spirit dying?

I say what is a spirit and why be it dying?

The answer comes not from the hollow corridors of my mind

But from the depth of my soul

Your desire is your spirit

Your love and compassion is your spirit

Your will and determination is your spirit

But why be it dying?

Sense of hopelessness and unending tribulations

Further overtaken by commanding world

Your spirit is crying,dying by every minute a slow death

But no, my spirit cannot die

I am my spirit

I am there, therefore my spirit

My spirit is a spark which will overcome all nightmares of the hollow world.