It Got To Be "I WILL"

'Will I' doesn't give hope enough
It got to be 'I Will',
Brain overthrows the suspicious one
And there is someone to think.

This guy negative, cant be a success
Attracts failure on his wish,
What chance would a loser leave
When it cant catch a fish.


Mental bars hinder growth
They do ponder all over,
Act like scissors every where
Ripping signal commandos.


If another defeat ,it seems all gone
Criticized  oneself to its power,
Isn't it a stepping stone
Success matters in ones own goal.


Realizations' the only hope
Acting up to the part,
It all matters in self belief
Self confidence sprees up high hard.


Nothing succeeds like success
Once possessed kept all long,
Moods change to the best grab
'I will' transforms to 'I have'.

-Anay G.

Manuka and bedana : The raisins...

When I was a kid I used to spend my time with my then best friend Tanmay. We used to call ourselves by code names :manuka (मनुका)  and bedana (बेदाणा)  , which you may have heard or if  not, mean raisins in marathi - green or golden  and black respectively .Even though I laugh about it now it took me through the memory lane of all the things we did together. We played hundreds of games,went for a sleepover to each others' homes,and even made scrambled egg which was started as an omlette.

      Leaving those things apart, I have now started realizing the hidden meaning of those 2 words - manuka and bedana ,which was senseless for us before. These dried raisins eternally sweet described our innocence at that age and both as in same family of grapes told of our togetherness though from different families suggested by green and black.Now as tanmay was elder than me by just a year he took the name bedana.it also suited his hair color which was a bit golden and his fair skin.And me, though younger, was taller than him and also due to a little of brownish complexion got the name manuka .You must have observed that manuka are bigger bedana by size yet bedana is preferred. The both of them, manuka and bedana are dried yet are expensive than normal grapes, suggests that we were not at all sophisticated yet were jewels at home as we had no siblings.A little taste of sourness in these dried fruits will always be remembered for our mischievousness. At last the raisin's soft texture and smooth feel described that we could be molded by each other and that shows the understanding between us.Thus these 2 words which we felt fantastic and kept as our code names and innoncently laughed using them , now mean a lot for me.

-Anay (Does my name rhyme with tanmay!!)

Red Rose, Why Not A Lotus!!

We often say that, roses are red ,and though we love lotus equally well,we prefer the rose .Here I have tried to explain why roses are better than lotuses and its unconditional feeling of love.


Red rose ,why not a lotus,
cause its pink ,not red.
Yet its thorns prick,
but though, make them bed!!

What can a lotus say ,
there's mud all over.
Its stem full of holes,
unlike rose stem ,land rover!!

Petals so soft and silky,
they must just tease the stem.
But they do live in harmony,
unlike quarrels of women!!

Rose's given not for a lotus though,
for lovers sake or deadmans grave.
In remembrance of all those memories,
happy,glad or sad, yet brave!!

Rose alas suits for its name,
to rise against violence thee.
What can just a lotus mean,
when it just takes a bee!!
                                                       -Anay Gondhalekar

Happy and Sad

When i was in standard 8th i had read a very good short story which i would like to tell all-

One day, a man was walking in the desert and found a magic lamp. Remembering what everybody does when a lamp is found, he rubbed it with his shirt, and suddenly a genie popped out of it.
The genie said to the man:
- Hello master! I am going to give you a very important instruction, and I urge you to follow it thoroughly: grab a bunch of pebbles from the sand, keep them inside your pocket and tomorrow, master, you will feel happy and sad at the same time.
Puzzled, the man asked the genie:
- But how? Why? How is this going to make me happy and sad?!
Before the man got any answer from the genie, he disappeared in a big cloud of sparkling smoke together with the lamp.
The man, not knowing whether he was actually dreaming or not, grabbed a bunch of pebbles from the floor and put them in his pocket, as the genie had told him to. The day became night, and the man fell asleep covered by the desert’s stars.
The next day, the man woke up, and remembered the pebbles in his pocket. Rapidly, he grabbed them and took them out. He was amazed by the image: the pebbles that he had grabbed the prior day, had transformed into the most beautiful precious stones: diamonds, emeralds, sapphires and pearls.
And as the genie said, he felt at the same time happy and sad. He felt happy, because now he was a rich man, and sad, because he didn’t grab more pebbles.

The same thing happens regarding education: today’s pebbles will transform into precious stones tomorrow. Hopefully, you my reader, will grab enough so you don’t feel sad tomorrow.

We are the mighty ones....

 (The Potential in us.)

We are the mighty ones,

Of power, wit and wisdom.

Borne to enrich the sun,

Keep along frolic-n-fun.

We’re the myths of rays,

Lie upon shadow light glean.

Far past those trifling tiny days,

Just in memory of unseen.

We’re the raging hopes,

Keep alive destiny puff.

On ancestral turf to cope,

Enduring pain with nostalgic stuff.

We’re the robust vile,

On coat of notorious skunks.

Attacking corrupt in crocodile,

Ripping all the alien punk

We’ll come together non-violent,

Against the biased or cursed ones.

Influentially proud to be gallant,

We are the mighty ones.

                                                                                                               By Anay Gondhalekar