Pencil drawing-5

Luna Lovegood 

Pictures

The tiny toothed, thin piece
of silicon and metal
Snug safely in a plastic frame
A second
A million switches long
And the device, like flame
Emit heat and light

An ornament worn
In every occasion
Festivals, weddings, parties
Replacing the black box with an eye
The plastic frame emerges again
And then, a flash

Good old friends, separated by time
Kin that appear
Like the good old man of Christmas
Those you see only in their festival best
Or even those, on a daily basis
Love or loath, but that is all hidden

Gloss-coated lips and flossed teeth
Hair that appears like silver thread
In sunlight, falling on your face
Lighting up your eyes
Your triumphant screams to be heard
To those that behold your perfect piece of art

And you look again
Feel the screen,
the skin of your fingers glowing red
And sell it to the wall
That state-less wall
For the pile of blue-cuffed hands that make you smile

And oh, if time spared
In the plain, four walled room with no window,
You swipe through your extended brain
When the real one just cannot
Discard them, pictures, as it can, with a click
A second before, a parting thought
How you let the world believe your real facade
Your perfect piece of art
In the tiny, thin piece of silicon and metal
Snug safely in a plastic frame

Digital Painting- A Girl

Digital Painting- Mahabali

The All-rounder

The All-rounder

The room was lit by an old, dusty tube light. The congested table was the source of a combined odor of medicines and fruit. The twins had their gaze sleepily fixed on their mobile phones.

           I was lying on a bed covered with a white sheet, in one of the rooms of a private hospital. It was after a minor accident which left my head and left hand injured. But that was not what bothered me now.

 “How are you feeling now?”

I was so engrossed in my thoughts that I did not notice my mother entering the room.

“I am fine. What about him?”

“He’s got his leg sprained. He is still asleep. I do not know how he will take it. Appu! Ammu! Enough of it! Go to sleep!”

My heart started to bleed.

          My elder brother was always my role model. In fact, he was the role model for many, even my younger siblings, the twins and all my younger cousins. Why wouldn’t he be?

           He was a ‘straight A’ student and most of the time, the topper in his class. He is proficient in both classical music and martial arts. He was head boy in his school days and was studying in one of the best engineering institutes of our country. He had to quit the basketball team of his school to join the National Cadet Corps, and then became a Senior Under Officer in college. He took up engineering just because our parents and his teachers convinced him to do so. After taking up his degree, he planned to join the National Defense Academy.

          His role model was our father. Whenever anyone told him that he reminded them of him, his face would beam with pride, much brighter than any prize he had won. He was tall, with long legs and broad shoulders , and had grey eyes. Like my father, he stood out in every crowd. He had also inherited his deep and clear voice, and when he would recite mantras in the temple, a powerful grace in his voice makes it distinct from others. Our father was a General in the Indian Army and he wanted to follow his footsteps.

        But then, I had never felt comfortable with him. Especially when people compare me with him. I was never like him, nor like my father. But I tried to be like him. I joined every course he joined, and tried to inherit his mannerisms and style, but just ended up as a mere mimic. I shall improve when I am older, my mother would tell me.

       My brother was pretty short tempered. My imperfections did not go along well with my parents, and did not go along with him either. Whenever I fumble in the parade practice or turn up late or if anything did seemed untidy to him, his handsome face would turn red. I have heard a lot of his scolding, but never became immune to them. He would complain that I was clumsy and absent minded. He was a perfectionist, like my father and expected everything in our home in military standards. I would feel relieved when he would leave for his college.

      In one of his visits, he seemed really happy. He was selected for the Republic Day Parade, and it was his long time wish. He made sure that his preparations never lacked perfection.

       The night two days before the Republic Day of that year, he screamed at me for something that I do not remember now. Everyone stood on his side, and I had enough of it. I yelled back and stormed out of the house. I would never go back to that house where I was considered less inferior, I thought then.

       It was when I was walking on the pavement of a busy road, that I heard his voice. His long and fast steps got him closer to me. To avoid him, I decided to cross the road, and in the process, failed to notice a truck approaching me. Then I felt a bright beam of light and a strong pull.

     My elder brother had just saved my life, and in the process, sprained his leg. Those moments also smashed one of the biggest dreams of his life. I was certain that he would never forgive me, but had a strong urge to go to him and apologize.

    I walked into his room and saw our mother with him. He was sobbing hard on her shoulder. I had never seen him sob before. My mother stood up to leave the room, and all I heard her say was “I know you lost something important, but there are far more important things”. I chose to talk to him later.

    I refrained myself from his room later that day. The next day, I visited him. He was awake and looked okay.

  “How’s your hand” he asked me.

“It’s okay” I replied fast.

“The Republic Day’s tomorrow, is it?” he asked, his voice getting shakier, as a precursor to his tears. He wrapped his arms around me andcried softly.

“I…I’m sorry” I said, feeling guilty. He did not respond.

After a while, we talked for a long time about other happy stuff. And that was the first of many long talks we had

Read : Eating out

Eating Out

A square shaped room of a pizzeria. On the left was the kitchen, where about a dozen staff members, all in red and yellow uniform do the cooking and three staff member take orders. On the other side are tables and chairs, kept in a disorder manner, some occupied and three tables vacant. A group of teenagers enter the room.

“ Order what you like” said Sid “But get me something vegetarian”
"You came here all the way to eat vegetarian?" Jose exclaimed.
"You know, we are not permitted to eat non veg. Well, I don't see how that would affect you guys"
"Let him have  what he wants, Jose" Alok said " A medium sized veg pizza and a medium sized chicken pizza, please"
"A medium sized veg pizza and a medium sized chicken pizza" One of the staff typed "Is that all?"
"Yes"
"That will cost you 650 rupees, sir"
Sid, Jose, Vishal and Riya handed over their money to Alok. He took a 100 rupee note out of his purse and paid the bill.
"Wait!" exclaimed Rishabh "We  shall have chicken wings, four pieces.A piece of pizza would not fill my stomach."
A bottle of juice, please" Gauri ordered.
The group then puts together two tables and arranges eight chairs around it. Sid heads to the restroom.When he came back to his place, he noticed that his friends had already started eating. Vishal smiled at him.
"Where were you?"
"I was trying to be hygenic" Sid replied.
He sat down and took a piece of the vegetarian pizza.He saw Jose devour a chicken wing and lick its bone. His face turned pale. Alok noticed it.
" Ignore it Siddharth. Just sit back and enjoy the music"
"What kind of music is this?" exclaimed a voice "Do you seriously like it?"
It was from a middle aged man, seated two tables away, with his wife and son, a boy of about twelve or thirteen.
"Well, I like the the beats" whispered Alok, slowly and took a bite of his piece of pizza.
"You know, Sid" said Vishal, biting into a chicken wing "It's bad to kill innocent, harmless animals just to satisfy our hunger"
"Yes" Sid agreed "How do you manage to eat these stuff?"
"Like you manage to hog on idli-vada- sambar" Jose said " Pure vegetarian rice stuff!"
Sid was not paying attention to what Jose said. Instead, what bothered him was what the family discussed about.
"I was not very keen on having pizza today" the man said "But just because it's your birthday, Amey..."
"So, Satish, what shall we order?" his wife asked, trying desperately to change the topic.
"A medium sized mushroom pizza"
"Shall I have some cake too?" Amey asked his father. Satish frowned and whispered loudly to the boy "how fatter could you get?"
The boy got disappointed, and Sid felt sorry for him.
"Hey, Sid" Gauri patted him "Haven't you started eating yet? Rishabh, how can you be taking selfies while you eat! It's gross!"
"It's worse than this" Riya said "The next thing he would do is to post this in facebook"
Sid nibbled on his piece of pizza.
After the group finished eating, Sid headed to the wash basin. Satish was standing there, crumpling loads of tissue paper to clean his hands.
"Satish etta" Sid said "You could've taken your son somewhere else"
Satish was taken aback.
"It's lack of manners that caused you to eavesdrop"
"You brought your family here to celebrate your son's birthday. Then you cribbed all the time. You gave all of us, including your son an unpleasant experience. Now isn't that lack of manners?"
Satish pondered on what he for a while. Then he walked out of the washroom. His son stared at them.
After some time, the family was seated again on the table.
"Okay, which cake do you want?"
Amey turned back at Sid and smiled at him.

Read : Brother

Brother

“Bye Papa! Bye Mama! Love you both!”

She switched off her cell phone and looked at the evening sky. Lavender, she thought. Yesterday, it was a pinkish red. Perhaps it may be purple tomorrow.

“Hi!” came a voice.

“You came!”

“Well, its obvious. It’s my sister’s birthday, and…”

“They let you live! I thought they were quite strict about letting boys of your age enter”

“Such boys eventually grow up. Nobody is ever going to remain as the same age as he is today. I have come here to visit you, like any other visitor who comes here to visit. Okay now, what’s the matter?”

“Oh, nothing. Okay fine, its about…..”                                             

“It’s about what?” he asked.

“Well, remember our previous birthday? We were home with our parents, happy with a cheerful cake”

“Syrup soaked, splashed with a layer of cream, embedded with dark chocolate, with it we had mama’s warm and delicious payasam and sweets…”

“Okay now, it was far better than today, I’m sure. I don’t mind parties, or cake, but..”

“Parties!” he exclaimed “Who needs parties for being sixteen! We didn’t have a party last year!”

“That’s not my point. It’s our first birthday without our parents and….” She burst into tears.

He held her hand.

“And there you go again! You cry more often than a character in a soap opera! I wouldn’t like my baby sister to cry on our birthday!”

She wiped her cheeks with her palm and looked at her brother. He was tanned, and had the same curly hair and brown eyes as she had.

“Oh, besides, happy birthday!” she exclaimed and gave him a handmade card.

Then his face fell

“Oh, I’m sorry sis. I forgot about the gift”

“Never mind, you came here and that is more than enough for me”

Then they the bell ring, and she gave out a sigh “Oh, it’s time to study!”

“Well then, see you later, and yes happy birthday!” He smiled as he left.

She sat down, and glanced at the numerous and thick books piled on her desk. The day was in its last hours and, like any other day, meant to end in the same monotonous manner. Then her friend approached her

“Hey there, are you done with Botany?”

Then she looked at the card and read the text written with glittering blue ink

“Happy Birthday, dear brother… You had a brother?”

A story of kindness, and sincere devotion

Finding Lord Krishna

After a seemingly long journey from his school, Madhavan poured some water on his feet from a kindi , and entered his home. His grandmother, who was busy reading The Bhagvad Gita.

“How was your exam?”

“Amma, I’m hungry”

It was easy for his mother to understand. Madhavan had his terminal exams, and that day, it was Mathematics,. It was not one of his favorite subjects, and that day too, the experience was unpleasant.

“ You must not get used to your exams being tough” said his mother “That is a bad sign”

“ What can I do, Amma? They always do this to us”

Madhavan’s  younger brother Mukundan was busy munching some appams.

“Kannan’s exam was easy” his mother said.

Madhavan looked at his younger brother again. Multiplication and division was still easy for him.

“How was it for your classmates?”

“It was tough for them too”

“Did you ask Shankar and Rahul?”

He expected that question. Shankar and Rahul were the toppers of his class. He actually used to ask them about their exam. They would tell him that it was tough, and then end up with some ninety five percent and above.

“Kutta? Will you accompany me to the temple?” Madhavan’s grandmother asked.

“I’m coming!” he replied, to avoid further quizzing by his mother. They went to the temple where his father worked as a priest. He was busy with his pujas.

“Bhagavane ! “ Madhavan prayed “I still do not understand how it would do any harm to me if the paper had been easier. And all that was asked were to ‘ integrate this’, ‘integrate that’!. I just hope that the evaluators show mercy while correcting our papers”

As he kept complaining about the exam, he noticed a frail, boy of about six or seven years old, praying. The innocence on the boy’s face gave it a pleasant glow, and then, Madhavan felt his voice being audible.

“Bhagavane! Bless the kind people who come here to pray. It is because of them that I got to pay my school fees”

Madhavan kept staring at the boy, who walked away in a slow, quiet manner.

As they stepped out of the temple, he saw his grandmother place a 100 rupee note in the palm of an old woman.

“Isn’t  100 rupees a bit too much to be given as alms?”

“Kutta, what do we have for dinner everyday?”

“Well, sometimes rice, and otherwise chappathis”

“Would it cost more than 100 rupees to buy rice, spices and vegetables altogether?”

“Well… yes”

“Then 100 rupees is very less. I’ve seen financially sound people give such small amount of money, like 50 paise, or one or two rupees as alms, as if they’d done a great work of charity, and then they go and buy useless trinkets. Moreover, that poor old lady has a grandson to feed”

That night, Madhavan’s thoughts were about the boy he saw at the temple. Paying his school fees was such a problem for him. Well, he did not know himself how much his father would pay for his studies every month. Then he brushed aside these thoughts, and lay down on his bed. The holidays have arrived, and it was such a relief.

But on the following days also, he saw the boy. As he helped his father with some work in the temple, he got to know more about him, who was orphaned when he was a toddler. The boy and his grandmother lived in a space between four dilapidated walls, which they called, their ‘home’.

But then, he noticed that the boy’s grandmother had not come to beg near the temple for a couple of days. What must have happened to her? Was she not well? The boy still visited the temple regularly.

He saw the boy again, one morning, as he poured payasam in small packets. The devotees would get a receipt for it and then receive it as their prasadam. The boy looked much weaker than usual, but still, his mind seemed to be much immersed in God.

Then, as though by some instincts, Madhavan got a receipt written for him and paid for it himself. Then he went closer to the boy and patted him.

“Come with me” he said.

The boy, startled, kept following him. Then Madhavan handed over a packet of payasam to the boy.

“But  Cheta, I haven’t paid for it”

“It’s paid already. Take it home”

The boy stared at Madhavan, with moist eyes. He walked away slowly, and on the way, turned back to look at him.

Poor boy, Madhavan thought. He must not have eaten for days, as his grandmother had not come begging for days. But, was a packet of payasam  enough for them?

He followed the boy quietly as he walked to his home.

“Ammama” he said “We’ve got something to eat”

“Who gave you this?” she asked.

“A boy in the temple” he replied “He gave this to me, and I did not have to pay for this”

He paused for a while

“Ammama, you tell me everyday that God would listen to our prayers, and help us in need.

I am sure, that it was Bhagvan himself who gave this to me. I found him today! I found our Bhagvan today.

Madhavan felt deeply touched by what he heard. Slowly, Madhavan smiled through the window, and knowing that he was far from their attention, quietly walked away.

Hope

A RAY OF HOPE

A ray of hope

Was what you were for us

When we, far from home

Wished we were near

To those who were to us, dear

And when we got to taste

The bitter-sweet world

A tempest beyond our harbour

You were our solace

When theories like boulders

Were kept on our shoulders,

Those used only to stones

And complaints about us,

Fell upon you like an avalanche

Of us being incompetent, naughty

You tried to correct us instead

Gave us a smile, made us feel special

Made us feel like stars

Made us feel like winners

And thus, you were for us

A ray of hope

New year greetings

A new year message

A year of hope

What is left of this year,

Memories, sweet and sour,

Records of losses and gains,

And lessons learned.

Images, those deleted,

Or laminated and framed.

Names, written in sand,

Or engraved on stone.

This year had been a furnace

That produced pure steel.

This year had blossomed

The reward for years of toil.

The year approaching, the one of hope

Must chisel away one’s false,

And make one a master piece.

The year approaching, with promises

To bloom roses, among thorns of life,

And cut diamonds out of stones.

The coming year is just a sheet

Of plain white paper,

But you have with you, the permanent ink,

And the right to inscribe.

So, may it be the best of your own will

For you have the power to succeed.

Merry Christmas- From Arathi Menon

May the ringing bells of christmas fill ur life with music of happiness and
prosperity

Happy Onam 2014

Your Mind is a Garden
Your Thoughts are the Seeds
Let's cultivate Positive Thoughts.
Happy Onam
- Arathi Menon, expressions-am.blogspot.com

a sibling

 If I had a sibling

If I had a sibling

the one with who I’ll be

I will tell them stories

explain to them, what is that they see
I’ll tell them “I’m your elder

you can always count on me”

I will let them wrap

their little fingers around mine

And step by step, they will

walk by my side
Thrilled will I be, when they speak out

names of papa, mama and mine

My toys will be theirs

and I’ll take them out to play

Together we’ll see the sun shine

and dance in the rain
I will be the one with whom they can

share their pleasure and pain

To my friends, about my siblings

i will talk most of the time
But oh, I do not have any

I’m the only child

My parents dote me

although I’m pampered and wild
I have all their love and care

I have all the books and toys

And I have no one else to share it with

Or fight for it and make noise
At moments, when I’m lonely

I wish to hear a voice

that of a sibling, who would ask

“Shall we go out and play

I want to hear your stories

And talk to you all day”
If you wish you were the only one

Then those who are will say

“How I wish I had a sibling

To keep loneliness at bay

For when you tell me about yours

i would wish for one again.

The Tree

The Tree

Aeons   ago, I emerged

Stretched myself to the world

Clutched on, with my fragile roots

As I felt the whiteness melt away

Then, I remember, the young Earth

My mother, and I the infant sap

I embraced the amiable breeze

And basked in the glory of the radiant

Wondered how, with eloquent ease

Flowed the water, with its clear grace

Nourished my roots, and strengthened

If I had eyes, I would have seen

How, emerged forms of life

Of various sorts, of various sizes

And many others of my kind

Holding fast and breathing out

Sustaining life

The breeze would tell me

All what he saw

The tales of east and lore of west

And yes, about the creature best

Set him apart from all the beasts

The species, destined to conquer the world

Though fragile, is  gifted

But alas, their greed and thoughtlessness

And some sadist fancy induced the kind

To turn against their kith and kin

Do what they themselves call ‘sin’

The breeze himself, of chemical woe

Blurted out the terrible truth

Of how they turned out a foe

To us, who fed them, sheltered them

And from us, made a home

I hear the mourns of birds and beasts

And for our kind, a massacre

To build themselves

They say , a home

Of concrete and of stone

My kind, felled, one by one

Gasped through the grip of death

That with a sharp, gleaming axe

Piercing a slow, painful end

I see that nightmare, but still, hold on

And hope, a day, that they would see

And then, would come back to me

And I will keep waiting, day and night

With my wooden arms stretched wide.

The Lighthouse

The Lighthouse

It was a fine, sunny morning, if you would call ’11 ‘o’ clock’ morning. Yeah, that’s the time when I usually wake up, during the holidays. But today, I had planned to sleep for some more time, but then, Amma woke me up.

“Amma, it’s a holiday”

“But Ravi, holidays are not meant to be spent sleeping. Get up now!”

“Let him sleep, Aunty“ I heard Maya say “My uncle had actually planned to take both of us to the lighthouse. But if Ravi insists on sleeping…….”

I sprang up. “Are we actually going to the lighthouse?”

“But you don’t want to. Now go to sleep!”

“Of course I do! Amma, are my clothes kept ready?”

“Mone, get them yourself. I’ll prepare breakfast”

I leaped into my clothes and ate my sandwiches with haste.

“Will you be here for lunch?”

“Most probably, not. My uncle promised to take us out for lunch”

Then Maya and I bid Amma goodbye and hasted towards the car. Maya’s uncle was waiting for us.

The lighthouse had always fascinated me when I was young. Some nights, when Maya and I do ‘sky watching’ a ray of light would emerge from the lighthouse. We used to have a fancy that it was a signal from extraterrestrial beings, a way of greeting the earthlings. Then we grew up, got enough sense to understand its source. But in us, remained a longing to know more about this light and to know how it would feel being in its source.

We ate our lunch from a restaurant. It was a vegetarian dish with a weird name and all I know of it was that it must have got sweated off on the way to the top of the lighthouse.

“My uncle says that he could see paradise up there” said Maya.

“But we could see it only after we die, isn’t it?”

“No, we wouldn’t need to die for it”

Finally, we reached it. It was a magnificent tower of red brick. Maya’s uncle explained to us the history of the lighthouse and how it would guide ships to the harbor. Then we insisted on climbing to the top of the lighthouse.

               Soon, we found out that we had to climb a high flight of winding stairs. The very sight of it got us exhausted. Maya’s uncle noted our expressions.

“How else do you think we’d go up? By an elevator?”

Then we held up our spirits and started climbing. After about fifteen minutes, Maya and I found ourselves panting, while her uncle sped past us.

“How does he do that?” I asked her “Is this how he stays fit?”

“Perhaps” she said “Don’t you feel thirsty?”

“Of course I do. In fact, I have some water with me”

“Oh, thank you! Let’s sit down for a while”

We took some rest and got to climbing again. We took some intervals between the climbing, and then we were so tired that we thought all the energy in us was drained, we found that our food supplies were over. But still, the strain seemed endless.

“Well, Ravi” said Maya, sitting down “Now that we have no supplies left, should we consider………….”

“Never!” I exclaimed “Well…. Perhaps. But your uncle would be waiting for us, right?”

“I guess he expected. He even told me that he wasn’t sure about us, getting to the top of the lighthouse. But if we climb again…. It’s okay for you, having a store of lipid, but me, I may faint, or even, dissolve!”

We reclined for a while. I thought as I looked up and down the winding stairs. The way upward seemed endless, and would have definitely given us too much of strain, enough to keep us in our beds for at least two days, but to climb down, would make us more than tired.

“I say, let’s have a race”

“Oh Ravi….”

“A race, up the stairs. Just for this once, please?”

“Okay fine!”

We used up all our remaining energy and pushed ourselves for a few more steps. Maya, as usual was ahead of me and then, at a point;

“Ravi! Look!”

I caught up with her, dragging my legs. And then, I saw her pointing at a faint ray of light.

           Then we climbed, or literally, crawled up the stairs. Our path grew brighter and brighter and we felt the breeze wiping our sweat. After the last relieving step, was one of the most memorable moments of my life. There was wind, blowing on our faces and through our hair, and the evening sky in the most loveliest shade of blue.

“It is for this, that I come here” said Maya’s uncle, patting my back “This is paradise!”

“I thought I’d see the other end of the sea” said Maya, smiling.

“You may, perhaps” said her uncle “When you go higher”

My happiness had camouflaged my hunger, but still, I helped myself with a dozen sandwiches, which were kept in store for us. Then the lamp of the lighthouse was lit. I wiped the sweat off my forehead and looked at my palm. The salty liquid now looked like diamonds to me.

                              Later, we climbed down the lighthouse, but with memories of a fulfilled wish.

Thank You, O Lord

Thank You, O Lord
For the shelter you have given us,
Like how you held up the mountains,
To protect your people from the wrath of the rain,
You gave us homes.

O Lord, we pray
that for life on earth,
may have roof above their head,
A safe place to stay.

Thank you O Lord
for the prosperity you have given us.
Like how you blessed impoverished friend and his family,
embraced them with love.
You gave us, all what is needed.

O Lord we Pray
that for every life on earth,
May they never go hungry to bed.
May they stay happy all day

Thank You, O Lord
for the guidance you have given us.
Like how you guided Partha,
through the clashing of weapons of kith and kin,
during the dreadful war

O Lord, we pray
for every life on earth,
may they brave hurdles, approaching ahead.
Have faith in you always

Thank you, O Lord
for the love you have given us,
from your abode, so high and divine
You came down to us,
to this evil stained world
several time, lived and grew as one of us,
washed those stains away.

O Lord, we pray
that, for every life of earth,
may have your goodness and spread it.
Do what the evil dread
to live for you, we pray.

FROM ANOTHER WORLD

FROM  ANOTHER  WORLD

The sky was wide and still,

With a multitude of glittering stars

And a smiling moon, ever so bright

As I stared from the window sill.

A fragment of the eternal dark

Of the calm and peaceful night.

I stared further, and there, I saw

A little speck of white

So tiny, but proclaimed its presence

Like a drop of milk on black granite.

A strange presence, I thought amongst

A thousand blazing stars

Like the fire, in the oil lamps lit,

Radiantly for hours.

But this little white wonder

Who never strained much

Gave me a thought to ponder.

Its eyes, like my sight

Had the power of flight

To see through the dark clouds

And throughout the endless night

Higher than our home, and reach the height

And find will I there, a world like ours

Find will I there, I might.

There will be flora and fauna, land and water

And weather, maybe colder or hotter.

People, who sleep at night and work all day

And children who laugh, cry and play.

Perhaps they have schools where they learn

Arts and sciences, so they may earn

More from their own world.

Now may be, a little child

Thither may stare from a window 

And smile and think if there might be

Like theirs, another world.

First Prize - S Challenge Memorial English Poetry Award

Dedicated to my parents, teachers, family members and friends who inspired me to express my thoughts through my poems and short stories..

Receiving the S Challenge Memorial English Poetry Award from Deputy Speaker of Kerala,  Shri. N. Shakthan at Prress Club Hall, Trivandrum on May 12, 2013. The Award Committee members Dr N P Unni ( Ex - Vice Chancellor), Dr  Artist K G S S Nair and Smt B Indira and other dignitaries we the speakers who addressed the invitees.

St.Josephs AIGHSS X std batch 2012-13

For all my friends in St.Josephs A.I.G.H.S.S

Forever, forever

let these moments be

for these, we remember

for eternity