The Lost Dragon

Lynx today showed me a video of IIMA which showcases the infrastructure and facilities and life and social culture of IIMA. Its truly a wonderful video and the Alumni folks who prepared it did true justice to it. Kudos to them to for taking time out of their busy schedules to think and present something of this sort. They actually make time for it by bunking some lectures and dedicated night outs for it. Congratulations to the entire team for a job well done and a truly deserved one. (I will link the video here when I have it handy). But then, this is my blog and not a single perspective till now. Going off the topic here, but I will surely agree with Samar that he ignited fires of perspective and philosophy in our hearts and today we are really getting good at it. Sorry if that makes you feel a little insecure and I would always be thankful and grateful for this precious gift among so many others. OK, back to perspective. After seeing the video, a simple straight question came to my...

Happy birthday, my friend I hope you have a happy one One filled with love and happiness But I know that you are missing someone Someone special to you Someone who you wish is there with you now So I give you a gift A simple one, really But I know that a gift you'd really enjoy Is to be with your special someone But this will have to do for now This mere piece of poetry But if you think about it Contemplate it deeply Think it through Looking into your mind Around every corner You'd see it The many gifts you receive Each so valuable and precious Tenderly given to you As if taking your hand And placing their heart Into your palm Indeed, that is what it is Their hearts to you From far away they give They give their emotions Their feelings And their minds They think so fondly of you And they hold your feelings Like a treasured jewel And what they give... Love, care, affection ...is more precious than what I can give

Deep in thought, Not really there. I wonder why people don't care. Wondering why they just stop and stare. Sometimes I think it isn't fair. They Look at me like some kind of freak, Every time I go to speak. They love to chat, they love to glisten, but when it comes to me they just don't listen. like I"m a ghost, like I'm the wind, They ignore me like I was sinned. ~ sweetydusty