Tuesday, December 23, 2008


Sometimes I wish to be a saint to renounce this infected world
and reside in the Himalayas wher peace and serenity sustains
infinity beyond....

Sometimes I wish to be a celebrity posing in front of a thousand
flashlights and so famous that my name would be borne even on
tip of a new born........

Sometimes I wish to be a millioanire's heir to know what its like
to have it all.........

Sometimes I wish to be a beggar's child to know what its like to
have nothing at all...........

Sometimes I wish to be invisible, unknown to the world and the
world known to me.........

Sometimes I wish to be ilitreat,to know what it feels like to stare
at a few words just observing them as some beautiful random drawing.......

Sometimes I wish i just had a month to live to know how it feels of
living life to the fullest...............

But after all these somtime wishes............
I just always would love to be me.....................

-Varsha anchan

Thursday, May 15, 2008

Standing alone...........

She stood alone with about a hundred things running through her mind......

She stood alone watching her fellow mates being crushed in the world of intense competition....

She stood alone watching others get ahead of her.....

She stood alone letting her rank degrade test after test.......

She stood alone deciding to work even more harder....give her everything....give it a last try...

She stood alone watching her immense hard-work yield no outcome at all....

She stood alone facing those ever evil professor's underestimate her.....

She stood alone craving to outstand everyone............

She stood alone letting herself get lost day by day...........

She stood alone letting her morale go down to the lowest possible level....

She stood alone watching those sky-high hopes her parents had fom her.....

She stood watching all that slip by.....

She dint want all this to happen but yet it did....against all her wishes.....

She stood alone waiting for some miracle to to occur that would change her decending fate.....

She stood alone and still she stands......................

Thursday, February 14, 2008


Have you ever watched kids
On a merry-go-round?

Or listened to
the rain

Slapping on the ground?

Ever followed a
butterfly's erratic flight?

Or gazed at the sun into the fading

You better slow down.

Don't dance so

Time is short.

The music won't

Do you run through each day

On the

When you ask How are you?

Do you hear the

When the day is done

Do you lie in your

With the next hundred chores

Running through
your head?

You'd better slow down

Don't dance so

Time is short.

The music won't

Ever told your child,

We'll do it

And in your haste,

Not see
his sorrow?

Ever lost touch,

Let a good
friendship die

Cause you never had time

To call
and say,'Hi'

You'd better slow down.

Don't dance
so fast.

Time is short.

The music won't

When you run so fast to get somewhere

miss half the fun of getting there.

When you worry and hurry
through your day,

It is like an unopened

Thrown away.

Life is not a

Do take it slower

Hear the

Before the song is over.
(p.s-this poem is not entirely my own creationit was written by some canser patient in mail i got,it has been a edited and modified a bit by me )

Sunday, January 27, 2008

SWEET 16.........

16.......the most exciting age of a teenagers life.how wonderful it is 2 be n feel like one!!every teen waits for his/her 16 th b'day.the celebrations are grand but nothing compare to what i see on tv.therez this show called SWEET 16 on vh1,where they show mega grand sweet16 parties of filthy rich teen.i mean watching it simple keeps my mind swirling.well u know all that is perks of being a spoilt brat of parents having sky high money.their budget doesnt go below 1/2 a million dollars i mean if this is juz a b'day party i simply dont dare 2 imagine their wedding.
anyways the reason why i am writing about it is coz there r many ppl lyk me who kinda suffer frm inferiority complex watchin all this, (tho i kno this goes completly aginst the mother nature's rule of 'be happy wid wot u own').

Friday, January 25, 2008

Anil Tharankey -the OUCH POTATOE guy

this guy is my fav writer.if u wana abt him then open mumbai mirror n try n find out the most sarcastically written coloumn u can read in the enitre paper and it will be none other than the OUCH POTATOE.. i mean that guy does some writing man !!!!!!!!itz hard-core critsicm.and when i say that i mean the level of critic writing only a few of 2days writers have. he honestly lends trunkloads of brains to a lot of people....it almost seems like splashing cold water straight on thier faces.i speacially like his writings about tv soaps,criketers,moviecelebs,our ministers.i wish they cud gain sumthin worthwhile frm his writings.
even in the interviews he takes makes celebraties rethink thier replies.i mean itz like almost shuting thier mouth up.
itz not only his critic writing which i adore but his ability to bring majorly big awareness among the people in even little things which we hardly notice.
i strongly feel that the ministers should set him as an inspiration for them thats when worthwhile things might start happening in this country.

Sunday, January 13, 2008


Have you guys by anyways noticed that the term MIDDLE CLASS has almost become like a abusive word.me being an avid viewer of the very famous tv saop sarabhai vs sarabhai.i mean i really have no complans about this tv soap but what pinches me is the constant use of the word middle-class. i mean the middle class ppl assosiating themselves with this term will obvioulsy feel like a piece of dirt..i mean c'mon they arent that bad as they r portraied 2 be.....
not only this saop but there are like 110 of them around.it has obviouly started to have its influence on people
what i want to say is that why do people of the television or the bollywood industry talk about social equality when they themselves are the ones who are playing a majorly big role is spreading it.but then unltimately it boils down to how we take things...u kno they r sum jerks around who go on coping things ditto frm the tv....

THE MAGESTIC 339...........

All those travelling from juhu to majas depot n vice-versa will kno wot m i talking about...for aquintances i am talking about the most notorious bus among all-bus no 339.
being a student a sathaye college n my clases being in parle as well my day starts and ends with this bus.the reason why i am complaing about this bus is its habbit for torturing people waiting for it for hours(yes i mean hours).its frequency gets worst day by day.sumtimes it might just not turn up for 2 straight hours inspite of its frequency being 1 in 45 min.It turns up like its doing some BIG favour on us.inspite of thisthe bestwont issue and additonalbus.
the feeling of seeing the bus coming from a distance is simply beoyond the words of my vocabulary.sometimes it resembles the sun rising from the horizon.or it is like seeing a ray of light comoing out of darkness(i know it sounds way to mushy but this actualy how it feels)
ohk now so another huge problem faced by the commuters is geting a seat.getting a seat is as good as achieving somthing great.there are parctically all catogory people entering the bus..school students..workers..office going people..college student...somtimes even eunuchs and beggers.among them the school students... omg...they are like these terrorists.they come in herds yelling screaming like a bunch of babling bumbling band of baboons.first of all there is no place at all to even place your foot..then these people come to add to our misery.even if your sittign dont think your lucky or somthing(unless your not beside the window trust me thats the best possible seat)coz u might get pushed or maybe even rubbed by compelty yuck people.
so this is how it goes for 30-45 min...(the traffic adds fuel to the already huge fire).now the last but not the least problem is GETTING OUT OF THE BUS in a safe and sound conditon with all your belongings in place.getting out of it is as bad as trying to get in.it is practicaly impossible to reach the door from your seat...and there are people hanging even at the door.
so all in all having accomplished this horible journey is like wining a battle.but then you know somtimes it isnt that bad when u realy have cool friends to give u company atleast you could do with some laugh.