by Vaishnavi Prasad Chennai, Sep 07 : Ms. Ashwini, a girl from Pondicherry, who has joined the B.A. Journalism course at M.O.P. Vaishnav College for Women, today fell asleep and proved herself to be a champion sleeper.
Ms.Ashwini, 17, who happens to be the state topper of the Std.XII Board Examinations in Pondicherry, was sitting in History of Press class held today in Room no. 51 of M.O.P. Vaishnav College when towards the end of the class, a certain fatigue began to overcome her. Soon, Ashwini was fast asleep, hugging her bag, which acted like a surrogate pillow. The entire event of her falling asleep would not have made news, if it weren't for Ms. Anusha Parthasarathy,a student of B.A. Journalism who informed us gladly, that Ashwini's ancient ancestor was Kumbhakarna and that waking Ashwini was a task none could possibly do. Ms. Anusha stated that when Ms. Ashwini had gone to her house, she had fallen asleep and Ms. Anusha, along with quite a bit of help from Ms. Abinaya and Ms.Poorva, also students of the same course, had tried to wake her up, in vain.
On hearing this, the task of waking Ms. Ashwini up, became a challenge immediately and several people were coming up trying their luck at waking Ms. Ashwini up. They used several methods like pinching, slapping, hitting, shaking, rolling, screaming and even throwing water, but Ms. Ashwini remained asleep ignorant the fact, that quite a few were involved in this process. While one or two objected to this, those who were deprived from entertainment, used this as an opportunity to laugh. After nearly 30 minutes of putting Ms. Ashwini through torture, the students gave up, knowing that their so called "kumbhakarni" would not arise.
Fifteen minutes later, Ms. Aswini's eyes slowly parted, and slowly stretching her limbs, and she woke up. Still engulfed by the effect of the deep slumber, she seemed dazed for a couple of minutes and then recollected her thoughts and came back to effective senses. The incident ended with her being teased by her classmates with a video taken of her and otherwise being cut short with the entry of the other lecturer.
Tears of sweat roll down, Chained, I am, to the cruelty of this ground. Work and slave through night and day, No freedom, no laughter and no friends to play.
Money and survival, the aim i have to take, As I slave my innocent days away. In hardened conditions i sway, My life's rights I fake.
Toys and games I am denied, My life to god, has been lied. You may ask why I fuss this way, For alas! I am denied my simple joys, Though I am just a nine year old boy!
There she goes, not looking back My hear to call her, suddenly strength does lack And I watch her walk away from me, The most beautiful girl I can ever see.
Her spotless complexion to her clear blue eyes, To look into them was to look into the skies, The softness of her fair hand, There was no one like her in this holy land
Her gracefulness in carrying herself around You would watch her as if to her u are bound Her lush red lips would only say, If I could I would love u all the way.
Years I spent watching her, but in vain. In the end when she left, my heart was in pain I let my life be spent about her dreaming With tears down my eyes streaming.
One day, years past the painful separation, I found her in my dream, t'was her apparition. We laughed and played till night turned day Then she had to go away.
Tat morning I woke up to find a call That shook me, me standing so tall The love of my life had passed away My life was broken I had no words to say
At the funeral I stood alone Very much confused on how quickly time had flown Now I regretted my whole life One word and she could have been my wife.
Someone suddenly passed me a letter so worn It was addressed to me and i felt torn I opened the seal that was tarnished by years And it confirmed my worst fears.
"There he stood not looking back My heart to call him, suddenly strength does lack And I watch him walk away from me, The most handsome man i could ever see"
" Sometimes he turns to smile and wink In hope my heart swells and sinks But to tell him my love, my heart holds me back, A part of me dies, but to be refused, the strength my heart does lack."
So she has said and gone away. What will i do here, my life so gray? I go away too and build my nest, Beside my love, I shall eternally rest.
Never hope To elope With the pope Cause you are a dope And you will not cope Even if you wash yourself with soap Tied to a rope Nope. Never hope. To elope. With the pope
- Valia :P (Vaishnavi) I B.A. Journalism
Poet's note : credit to Gwen and Rochelle for helping with the rhyming words and sparking the idea. Totally my tid bits!!!!
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