Cherished Memories of High School

Cherished Memories Of High School

( dedicated to all of my +2 F friends of St.Xavier's College,Kathmandu )

       It's been months since the last day of high school. I remember how we had bidden each other farewell with mixed feelings. On one hand, we were smiling, jumping with joy and hugging each other, and on the other hand, somewhere deep inside, we were not willing to depart. Now when I look back then, I'm immensely pleased with the everlasting memories of my life in the high school, our beloved St.Xavier's College.

       I remember how we had made it into the Xavierian family through an extremely tough competition among some 8000+ students. We had our dream come true, to be in St.Xavier's College as we were among those 512 students who made it through the entrance exam. Let's go a couple of years back in time for a quick flashback.

Mistakes That I've Made

Mistakes That I've Made


All those mistakes that I have made
Wish that all of them collapse and fade
Know that begging for sorry isn't enough
What else can I do?  Life is so tough


When all the lives are so busy

Hoping For A Miracle

Hoping for a miracle

 Hopin' for a miracle to happen
 In a hope that you will be mine
 No matter how long I have to wait
 Till you're there even for others, I'll be fine

 The broken pieces may be fixed

My Doll

The other day my cousin sister, who is a 2nd grader, was asked to compose a poem as her homework. So I composed a poem for her. It goes like this :

My Doll

My doll has a long hair 

Her dress I never tear 

Her blue eyes and bright face 

Her hair is never a mess . 

I play with her all day long

The Umbrella

The Umbrella

 It was monsoon, rainin' lightly
 People walked under umbrella
 Some black,some colourful
 The latter ones shone brightly
 Just like the face of Cindrella
 The moment was wonderful

 I also wanted to have one
 So to the marketplace I went
 Into a curve my lips were bent

My Debut Novel

BOOK 1

PROLOGUE

August 23, 2032

Kathmandu

" ……., and the best story will be made into a short film", the event organiser announced to the mass. In a certain college, an event was held in which the students were asked to come up with one story each, and the stories were supposed to be written by the students themselves. "I have no freaking idea how I'm gonna write a story, for I've never written one before", exclaimed Aditi in frustration.

Few hours later, she found herself in her room. It was 11 in the morning. She badly needed a story so she could modify it and present it the following day in the event at her college. She even thought of searching over the Internet, and later thought it was never a good idea to plagiarise. “ Naanu, come over here and have some food. I bet you are hungry”, she heard her mother call her from the kitchen. Everybody in her family called her Naanu. “How was it today at the college, dear?” Mrs.Karki, Aditi’s mother asked her. Aditi was the only child of the Karki couple. Aditi’s father, Mr. Prakash Karki was a renowned figure in automobile business. Aditi’s mother was a doctor by profession. Her mother was just about to leave for her work. “It was just an average day, mom”, she replied. Mrs. Karki smiled at Aditi. Even in her early forties, she didn’t seem of her age.  “Here you are, Naanu”, their maid served Aditi lunch.

  When she was done, she went upstairs to a room where there was a mighty collection of books of different genres.   Her father was very fond of books. Some of the books had no covers indicating thatthose were the oldest ones. Amid the books, well-hidden, she found something she’d never expected she would. A notebook. It had a blue cover. She wondered whose notebook it was-“Father’s ? Mother’s ? “She turned the outer thick cover.The first few pages were blank. She quickly turned some more pages……………….

A Saturday : An Incompleteness

A Saturday : An Incompleteness

Saturday morning. It's 6 o'clock sharp. My cellphone alarms me. I put it off with my eyes closed(I'm good at doing so). In no time I get off my bed. The other day I'd resolved that I'd do exercises every morning starting from Saturday. I go to the bathroom, and wash my face. Damn!, the water is really very cold. I get back to my room to do some exercises. But then I see an incomplete story that I'd started writing the previous night. I sit back to complete it. No sooner have I added three words than I feel like having some coffee.

At Times....In Life

At times……………..In Life

< Dedicated to every broken heart >

At times, in life, distance is damn necessary. I’ll tell you why.

College. You see a girl: love at the very first sight. You can do nothing about it. You find her on Facebook, and send her a friend request. Things get a little tougher when the girl whom you’ve a crush on doesn’t use Facebook that often. You see couples around you, and badly dream of being among them. You reach to her friends, and make them your friends. You make several attempts to talk to her, but you fail. And after a successful one, you have your first conversation with her

When The Sky Was Never Gray

When The Sky Was Never Gray!

    

     Eyes wide open; stare at the night sky, all blank and gray

I can’t see the moon, nor the stars but I hear the owls pray

Not even a single word can come out, seems as if I’m dumb

A pain so strong engulfs my mind and then it makes me numb

To be or not to be

To be or not to be………… (in a relationship) ?

The other day I was walking by the Kathmandu Mall when I saw a couple licking ice-cream from the same cone .Of course, a lot of people do such things given that they’re in a relationship. Then I thought it was better not to look at them and walked past the couple.

That night

The Ps

                 The Ps

For the sake of beginning the Ps

I'm prattling and pre-empting you

Just a prelude of precised sentiments

Yet to come ; not more, only a few

Being possessive, pre-occupied with her ponytail

The Longest Journey

  The Longest Journey

( this poem is actually a conversation between an old man and a child )

                                            

                                              

            

  Why are you so old, so left out ?

  Why are you so cold, whats it all about ?

  I wonder how it would feel seeing you

  Dressed up well,wearing something new

  Your innocent mind is far too behind

  To discover this mystery and reason to find

  Wearing good clothes are no more wishes

  When all other

Sweet Boy- Cute Girl

                                         Sweet Boy- Cute Girl

                                                                            

Once upon a time,there lived a boy

With joy, used to play with a toy

And as in most stories, there too was a girl

With a face of pearl and hair of curl

The boy first saw the girl

Your One Salty Smile

         Your One Salty Smile


Tastes like something is missing in my life
Even more when you tend to be miffed
I'm even ready to run from a thousand mile
For nothing else,just to get your one salty smile


Please make my life like food tasty a bit
So that