MAGIC

Sometimes I sleep while the nations roll round,
Mimicking bravery, muffling the sound
Of unspeakable slavery...
Sometimes I weep as the voice in the sky
Whispers the reasons I ought not to die,
Murmurs of treason,
And fades to a sigh.

Hesitance followed me, painfully lingering
Wrapped round the dreams I was painfully fingering
Wrapped round the fire that was slowly receding
Wrapped round my life who lay painlessly bleeding.

I lived alone when I'd no one to tell.
I was my own and I built my own cell.
Harsh, stark, and dim, wherein no man could hear me -
Wherein no cry could reach me, wherein no sun could sear me.

Many men knew me, or saw, or perceived me.
Many men loved me, and fewer believed me.
Their lives were insane, their faces were tragic,
And I went on wandering, searching for magic.
The road was my heaven - fair, far, and free,
And there I imagined that I ought to be
What anyone dared to desire of me.

...Fighting with lies, bathed in goodbyes
Searching the people with angels for eyes...
One night I gazed at a star, warm and white,
And prayed to remember, and prayed to be right...
Too tired of waiting. Too tired of hating.
Too tired of watching my spirit abating.
I let my glance wander and I cast my eyes on
Some kind of magic beyond the horizon.
Some breath of freedom, of life... or of truth
Some breath of something I knew in my youth.
It lightened my heart. It strengthened my soul.
It as my own reason for living - my goal.








................tHe gHag bOy
( Ameya Ghag )

Is college life in Mumbai and around really as it seems?

Long days passed since I posted some article on my blog......Actually it's just been one day.......But it doesnt matter......Somethings cant be avoided when you love them too much.......for instance writing.

Its highly bugging to sit in a English class on the first bench and stare at the teacher and listen to her trying to teach the last Act in Macbeth......What a sucker of a way to spend a hour from your day......So why not spend this time writing something for your blog.......Ya thats what I tried today.......


END RESULT/ INFERENCE/ CONCLUSION- The sheet of paper is confiscated, sent to the class coordinator.....I am yelled at badly......The incomplete essay is read before the class........and a fool is made out of me.......So all I can say is WHAT/ WHY/ WHO the Fuck?

Dude, sitting in the lecture you don't care a damn about and getting fried like a omlette is the main problem of most of the students in Mumbai......Fuckin' hell........75% attendance......What is the use......Cant we just stay at home......do our studies and get along with our Life?......Why attend college.......Colleges are meant to be institutions where we shape our life in our fashion.......Not a place where a number of wizened egotistic hags try to explain life to us through their perspective........


What we need is a change.......from the regular system of education....a massive change.....we need to be independent.....we are good at something and we know what it is......not some third person whom we are not even so well accquainted with........HSC/CBSE/ISC are bloody shit......every student has his own liking........one may want to be a doc, the second an engineer and the third may wanna pursue something like even animal husbandry.......Why no choice for us?

Its our Life ............ Live it your way........ Just get outta 12th.....and choose your own line of career.......and let life try to fuck you.........It just wont be able to......Cheers!!!!!




............tHe gHag bOy
(Ameya Ghag)