Gone are the days
When the school reopened in June,
And we settled in our new desks and benches .
Gone are the days
When we queued up in book depot,
And got our new books and notes.
Gone are the days
When we wanted two Sundays and no Mondays, yet
Managed to line up daily for the morning prayers.
Gone are the days
We learnt writing with slates and pencils, and
Progressed To fountain pens and ball pens and then
Micro tips.
Gone are the days
We began drawing with crayons and evolved to
Colour pencils and finally sketch pens.
Gone are the days
When we chased one another in the corridors in
Intervals, and returned to the classrooms Drenched in
sweat.
Gone are the days
When we had lunch in classrooms, corridors,
Playgrounds, under the trees and even in cycle sheds.
Gone are the days
When all the colors in the world,
Decorated the campus on the Second Saturdays.
Gone are the days
When a single P.T. period in the week's Time Table,
Was awaited more eagerly than the monsoons.
Gone are the days
When cricket was played with writing pads as bats, And
Neckties and socks rolled into balls.
Gone are the days
When few played "kabadi" and "Kho-Kho" in scorching
sun, While others simply played "book cricket" in the
Confines of classroom.
Gone are the days
When we used to watch Live Cricket telecast, In the
opposite house in Intervals and Lunch breaks.
Gone are the days
While few others had "Big Fun", "pulippu muttai",
"gulfi ice", "seeval ice !" and "pepsi !" at 4o Clock.
Gone are the days Of Sports Day,and the annual School
Day,
And the one-month long preparations for them.
Gone are the days Of the stressful Quarterly,
Half Yearly and Annual Exams, And the most enjoyed
holidays after them.
Gone are the days Of tenth and twelfth standards, when
we Spent almost the whole year writing revision tests.
Gone are the days
We learnt, we enjoyed, we played, we won, we lost,
We laughed, we cried, we fought, we thought.
Gone are the days
With so much fun in them, so many friends,
So much experience, all this and more.
Gone are the days
when we used to talk for hours with our friends.
Now we don't have time to say a HI.
Gone are the days
when we played games on the road.
Now we code on the road with laptop.
Gone are the days
when we saw stars shining at night.
Now we see stars when our code doesn't work.
Gone are the days
when we sat to chat with friends on grounds.
Now we chat in chat rooms.....
Gone are the days
where we studied just to pass.
Now we study to save our job
Gone are the days
where we had no money in our pockets and fun filled on our hearts
Now we have the ATM as well as credit card but with an empty heart
Gone are the days
where we shouted on the road.
Now we don't shout even at home
Gone are the days
where we got lectures from all.
Now we give lectures to all... like the one I'm doing now....
Gone are the days
But not the memories, which will be Lingering in our
hearts for ever and ever and
Ever and ever and Ever .....
NO MATTER WHATEVER YOU ARE & HOW BUSY YOU ARE ,
DON'T FORGET TO LIVE THE LIFE THAT STILL EXISTS.
IT WON'T BE THERE FOR EVER . . . . . . .
From India, Delhi
When the school reopened in June,
And we settled in our new desks and benches .
Gone are the days
When we queued up in book depot,
And got our new books and notes.
Gone are the days
When we wanted two Sundays and no Mondays, yet
Managed to line up daily for the morning prayers.
Gone are the days
We learnt writing with slates and pencils, and
Progressed To fountain pens and ball pens and then
Micro tips.
Gone are the days
We began drawing with crayons and evolved to
Colour pencils and finally sketch pens.
Gone are the days
When we chased one another in the corridors in
Intervals, and returned to the classrooms Drenched in
sweat.
Gone are the days
When we had lunch in classrooms, corridors,
Playgrounds, under the trees and even in cycle sheds.
Gone are the days
When all the colors in the world,
Decorated the campus on the Second Saturdays.
Gone are the days
When a single P.T. period in the week's Time Table,
Was awaited more eagerly than the monsoons.
Gone are the days
When cricket was played with writing pads as bats, And
Neckties and socks rolled into balls.
Gone are the days
When few played "kabadi" and "Kho-Kho" in scorching
sun, While others simply played "book cricket" in the
Confines of classroom.
Gone are the days
When we used to watch Live Cricket telecast, In the
opposite house in Intervals and Lunch breaks.
Gone are the days
While few others had "Big Fun", "pulippu muttai",
"gulfi ice", "seeval ice !" and "pepsi !" at 4o Clock.
Gone are the days Of Sports Day,and the annual School
Day,
And the one-month long preparations for them.
Gone are the days Of the stressful Quarterly,
Half Yearly and Annual Exams, And the most enjoyed
holidays after them.
Gone are the days Of tenth and twelfth standards, when
we Spent almost the whole year writing revision tests.
Gone are the days
We learnt, we enjoyed, we played, we won, we lost,
We laughed, we cried, we fought, we thought.
Gone are the days
With so much fun in them, so many friends,
So much experience, all this and more.
Gone are the days
when we used to talk for hours with our friends.
Now we don't have time to say a HI.
Gone are the days
when we played games on the road.
Now we code on the road with laptop.
Gone are the days
when we saw stars shining at night.
Now we see stars when our code doesn't work.
Gone are the days
when we sat to chat with friends on grounds.
Now we chat in chat rooms.....
Gone are the days
where we studied just to pass.
Now we study to save our job
Gone are the days
where we had no money in our pockets and fun filled on our hearts
Now we have the ATM as well as credit card but with an empty heart
Gone are the days
where we shouted on the road.
Now we don't shout even at home
Gone are the days
where we got lectures from all.
Now we give lectures to all... like the one I'm doing now....
Gone are the days
But not the memories, which will be Lingering in our
hearts for ever and ever and
Ever and ever and Ever .....
NO MATTER WHATEVER YOU ARE & HOW BUSY YOU ARE ,
DON'T FORGET TO LIVE THE LIFE THAT STILL EXISTS.
IT WON'T BE THERE FOR EVER . . . . . . .
From India, Delhi
Uuuuaaaaaaaaaaaaannnn Uuunn unnu Uuuuaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannn...................:cry::cry::cry::cry:
From India, Delhi
From India, Delhi
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hahahhahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa................
huhuhuuuuuuuu..........
Oh! my God..........Rj tum deaf bhi hote ja rhe ho.......
hahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaa............................
It's Runal not Kunal.........
From India, Delhi
huhuhuuuuuuuu..........
Oh! my God..........Rj tum deaf bhi hote ja rhe ho.......
hahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaa............................
It's Runal not Kunal.........
From India, Delhi
Ur fault.......
You are making this site meaningless.
don't you have any work except this?
ridiculous
you people should be with other sites
Definition of Humor- is the tendency of particular cognitive experiences to provoke laughter and provide amusement.
Your poems are not humorous - they don't provide laughter or amusement. We can understand reading to jokes under humor or funny proverbs but not romantic poems.
If you are so good at writing such why don't u have a separate blog for yourself and your friends so you all can enjoy it......
Others do paste poems but they do it rarely you seem to be only reading and pasting romantic poems all the time.............
Whats this .. this cite is meant for professionals and to discuss serious HR related issues, kindly do cooperate in increasing your knowledge as well as the knowledge of other HR Members by taking active part in discussions related to HR.
Dont be IDOTIC and post foolish Threads..and spoil your time discussing these posts,,
AND MIND UR POSTING SAME OLD TOPICS AGAIN AND AGAIN,,,,
What is thishappenning....
From India, Madras
You are making this site meaningless.
don't you have any work except this?
ridiculous
you people should be with other sites
Definition of Humor- is the tendency of particular cognitive experiences to provoke laughter and provide amusement.
Your poems are not humorous - they don't provide laughter or amusement. We can understand reading to jokes under humor or funny proverbs but not romantic poems.
If you are so good at writing such why don't u have a separate blog for yourself and your friends so you all can enjoy it......
Others do paste poems but they do it rarely you seem to be only reading and pasting romantic poems all the time.............
Whats this .. this cite is meant for professionals and to discuss serious HR related issues, kindly do cooperate in increasing your knowledge as well as the knowledge of other HR Members by taking active part in discussions related to HR.
Dont be IDOTIC and post foolish Threads..and spoil your time discussing these posts,,
AND MIND UR POSTING SAME OLD TOPICS AGAIN AND AGAIN,,,,
What is thishappenning....
From India, Madras
Runal agar tumne mujhe pareshan kiya to mai tumhe phir se mental hospital chod kar aa jaungi.............
From India, Delhi
From India, Delhi
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