Saturday, August 25, 2007

The Wraith (Chap. 2), by Anupam Sharma

The time to cross the Rubicon had come. Blignaut’s palms were on the pistol & even in this cold weather a drop of sweat emerged on his palm. The figure came closer and Blignaut felt short of breath. But he waited and he felt his arms jamming as the next moment a frail figure stood close to him.

“You lost” muttered the infirm body.
d N n n no, just g got my t t tyre stuck up” Blignaut stuttered

Tension was written all over blignaut’s face.
“May be I can be of some help, I am staying just round the corner” native said
That statement relaxed Blignaut for a moment but he soon grew skeptical and thought “what is this person doing here at this time”. But he didn’t ask the question for he feared the same question thrown back at him.

Soon the native was at it, pushing the jeep out.
The native introduced himself as George and asked for a lift for, where else, Tacorn.
The engine roared and they were off amidst a strange situation where it was silent only a few moments ago but suddenly the birds and animals had come out howling and wailing as if something has suddenly gone horribly wrong.
Petrifying enough to make most men on earth wet their pants.

On their way to Tacorn Blignaut kept on thinking how he got into this muddle.
At around 4 pm he had gone to his friend’s place who knew something strange & secretive about Blignaut’s family and was going to tell him.

But as soon as he reached there his face grew red seeing his moribund friend with knife stabbed in his chest.

He wanted to say something but before he could he passed away in Blignaut arms.
Strangely enough the police was there in the nick of time. Blignaut was arrested on charges of murder and was apprehended.

“How can I prove my innocence?” that is all what Blignaut thought. There was no hope. He knew it was a set up. But how could he prove it? How did police know about it even though nobody was there in the house? Did his friend call the police?
Blignaut thought the kind of state his friend was in it was impossible to even move let alone make a call.

And most importantly what was the secret his friend was going to tell him before he was polished off.

Blignaut knew he had to run away. And then Blignaut saw a ray of hope


To be continued…

Friday, August 24, 2007

"Problems Are Ready Made, Solutions are Tailor Made" by Akshay Anand

In our life, since our childhood, everyone must have faced the same difficulties what all of us have faced. Maybe in the Preliminary School forgetting to do our homework on time, or managing to pass "farahe" in the examination hall , or now meeting with deadlines or targets given to us.

All these hassels are basically the same set of problems what each one of us face except, we all use our own "Ingenuity" to come out them, some lucky lads n lasses pass with flying colors while some are not that much fortunate enough. All the problems which we encounter are Ready Made like that of a garment being sold in a retail outlet, but the solutions are more like simple piece of cloth which is lying there, it purely depends on us how do we use are creativeness to make this simple cloth in to a well tailor made suit for yourself.

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

You are Special, by Anupam Sharma

It has never been this way
I never thought you would say
It was just the last day
N you expressed it in a glorious way


Words never were truer
Voxes never profounder
It used to be so painful
but believe me now it’s beautiful

Sun and moon cease to be mere celestial objects
When your eyes make ‘em reflect
When I look at them I wonder whether they‘re glistening
or it’s your eyes that are twinkling

I hear music flowing when you talk
It’s like an ensemble waiting to rock
Don’t ever let it hold back
It can break a heart into thousand wracks

Monday, August 20, 2007

Share your Thoughts...

Share your Thoughts……
..Share your stories
Free your Mind………Free your Imagination……
……Because EXPRESSIONS is here to help you know yourself Better!!!

MBA, as we all know it leaves hardly anyone to get over their studies and what is left at the end of the day is an attempt to just relax. Relaxation comes in many forms but what we know for sure is letting oneself treading in the path of usually known as “Unconscious Mind”.

And that is where most of our thought processing takes place even if we our pretty much senseless to figure them out. And sometimes to our own amazement we seem to retain some of what actually went through in our semi comatose mind but our “everyday passings” happen to draw a blank the moment we confront all those usual tidings of the day back again!!!

So, why not put them into writing when they are so vulnerable to be erased off our memory??

Taking the first ever unique initiative, Batch of 2006-08 of NIILM-CMS brings forth the CMS Blog called “Expressions” which gives its students a platform to broaden the horizons of their own mind by showcasing not only their flair for writing but also releasing their mental constructions in a way which can be shared with everyone.

Many of us have the capability of eloquently expressing our thoughts and imaginations but this effort is by far stifled as we are devoid of any such platforms and the same acquires the status of being just another latent talent. Through this blog we invite all those “budding, aspiring or writing for one’s own leisure purpose people” to let their talent come onto the fore.Students are free to post anything that they think is worthy of putting into writing and be viewed by others provided it bears the tag of genuinity and uniqueness. The posts may be articles, poems, ones personal experiences, or updates/ comments about the recent news doing the rounds.

Lastly we definitely would like to request our juniors to please take our endeavor forward in the times to come so as to breed not only an enthusiasm towards the art of writing but also enhancing the skill of putting our profound expressions into the form of writing.

Editors: Sancheeta Mazumdar, Achint Madhra

Friday, August 17, 2007

THE WRAITH, by Anupam Sharma

It was bucketing down in 13 crosstown as blignaut with only $50 in his pocket is stuck in a morass at the end of the town leaving for the big city Tacorn. His grandmother was living alone in a posh home in Tacorn. She was 70 but more active than many women of her age and meticulous too. It wasn’t easy to befool her.

Blignaut’s jeep was making a squelching noise and his feet were slipping trying to push the jeep out of the mire.

He has been thinking how after committing the murder he had talked his grandmother into giving him refuge from the “stalkers” who were after him trying to usurp the secret formula he had got.

13 cross-town always had this creepy and gloomy about it with the thick forest cover around and rustling of the leaves perennially. But tonight it was even spookier and blignaut’s heart skipped a beat with fear his in heart and worry written all over his face.
There was different nimbus about the place tonight.

No animal noises, no footfalls just the blustery wind and patting of rain giving rise to sort of deafening silence, good enough to make a native think twice before treading the path. But Blignaut had no option because death was staring him in the face. As Blignaut looked back he had choice, the haven was 50 miles away and he was fugitive panting and somehow thinking on what could be his last night.

As he tried to take the jeep out of boggy ground he saw a figure moving close to him at a brisk pace. Could it be a native or could it be police as those thoughts ran through his mind he drew his hands closer to his pocket which had a .64 bore pistol. He certainly didn’t want to commit one more crime.

“Should I run or wait” Blignaut thought of what seemed like eternity, with no apparent answer. As the thoughts engulfed his mind the footfalls grew louder and louder. It was time to take decision.

TO BE CONTINUED…

Wednesday, August 1, 2007

Motivation (Thinking)

If flowers know how to blossom,
Raindrops know where to fall
Why is it that one doesn’t realize
With every step your soul grows tall

It’s in the mind that we start to think,
It helps to grow and not to shrink
When every person has a thought of his own,
Then why is it that it’s not shown

You show the world what you possess
It’s on them, how to assess
The world will bow n it’s for sure
and if they don’t then it’s for their own

The world is harsh as it has to be
What you do is maybe destiny
Blaming on luck is a fool’s desire
Never ever blow the burning fire

It’s not easy n that I can say
Better not be late or you’ll have to pay.

Achint...