Learning to stay away

when people come close 
it gives you joy that someone cares for you
it gives you an everlasting happiness

but in no time it turns into sadness
when they just  go away from you
and you sit thinking all day why did they go ??
and you realize that its the game played by the life
which is ,when you start attaching to people 
they become so important in your life 
they just leave you and go

but the heart is now strongly ready to stay away from people
with this promise you move ahead 
but sadly knowingly you break the promise 
knowing you attach to the person which only hurts and hurts 

LOVE .........................

The Craziest thing that ever happened to me

when i fall in love madly

knowingly or unknowingly

you became an important personality

leaving me behind lonely

crying all day thinking about the moments we spend joyfully

ya!! its true that something are never meant to be mended once they are broken fully

but i pray you may leave happily sweetie..........:) :)

"standing alone is not about being alone............. its about saying i am strong to handle things myself"

“Painting your dreams"

( feature on shyamli singhbal an young artist )

“Art is a creative process, and a relief buster,” say shyamli singhbal (17) a resident of Caranzalem, Panjim. A young girl  who feels that there is no pressure or any kind of burden put to bring out her creativity through paintings .Drawing and painting is all what she thinks about every minute of life and enjoys doing it.

She has won many state level as well as international award.  In the 9^th std Shyamli begged the “SAARC” an international award for drawing competition.  Many of her art works were exhibited at kala academy “it was privileges to see that 10 of my painting got sold and one of my paintings was bought by PratapSingh Rane” say shyamli. Her works was lately showcased at the “pyder pyre” an art exhibition organized by Wilson D’souza. She is currently pursuing her 12^th arts at the Dhempe higher secondary Miramar, Panjim

As a child shyamli set aside in a corner trying to imitate Late Mario Miranda’s (cartoonists) artwork. “Art is my passion and I can rely on it for my bread and butter and as my role Mario Miranda has advice me to make it my profession”. Shyamli got an oppournity to show her painting to late Mario Miranda “he was amazed to see my artwork and encouraged me to make it my profession” this was the words that encouraged me to join art classes and to get more perfect in my work.

Sir Wilson mounded her into a multi-talented artist with painting and drawing as her forte .shyamli got a platform to exhibit her talent through sir Wilson classes. “He taught me the technique and different ways that I could use to make my painting unique and eye- pleasing”. Says shyamli singhbal.  

 When asked to shyamli how her parents support her she said “now days parent want their children to be doctors, engineers, etc and feel that there is no scope in arts but Inspite of this old dilemma of thinking both my parents being dentists encouraged me very much to go forward and provided me with all I wanted to fulfill my dreams, and just like this other parents should motivated their children to bring out their artistic talent”

“I believe in creativity and whatever I do must be eye pleasing and beautiful” this is shyamli motto which she applies when she does her painting and focuses more on presentation. Her talent flows through her blood this you can say by looking at her beautiful artworks that she has made. Now this young girl is taking her dreams forward and is planning to answer fine arts entrance exam at India no 1 college of painting at Baroda

 

 

 

 

What inspired me to choose journalism as my career?

“Journalism” was something I never knew about before. My dad introduced me to this field as a child I sat every day with him watching the news following a decision on issue that sprang up in news.

I never took so much interest in the news but, when it came to some crime stories, corruption that was the type of news draws my attention towards news. It seemed like a lot bad things were happening around in society but there was nobody to take a stand.

As a typical goan girl I saw my village facing many problems like water problems, electricity, lack of security measure etc. nobody was there to help them out. These issues made me more drawn to choose a career where I first took a lead and highlighted an issue on the newspaper. It was something exciting for me to question the authority and after hard work get your thing done along with support and love of your community people.

 

I used to love writing a lot. Writing is my passion. And journalism was such a career that seemed full filling   my passion .I believed that “Words are powerful. When properly used, uttered or written words can bring about unity, but used wrongly it can also cause chaos and division and incite rebellion.”

 And then I decided to move forward and take up journalism as my career. I m just doing my first year in journalism and started liking it even more because “it’s a is an unique field, which gives me knowledge, experience and responsibility to share everything I observed through the lens of journalist, one of my goals is would be to make my community a better place.”

Today our country is in need of youth who could take stand to fight against the evil things happening , as so our country needs better journalist so think twice what you choose what will be its outcome. And it would be probably nice to see our country having famous person ale who worked hard to make the country free from all evil and wrong things going

The walk on the road that which would take me to my destination…………..

 So many roads before me,

So much confused which one to take
I took time and decide to take the road, where I saw people enjoying their life
Thinking that this was the path that would lead to my destination………..

 

As I walked and walked,

I came across many strangers who became my very good friends
Spending time with them made me so happy and contented
I thought I had taken the right road……………..

 

On this road many a times I had to pause just to get my direction

My friends showed me the map that would lead me to my destination
I felt that It would be better if I would take them and go to my destination
But however it was not possible because like me they also had to take roads……..

 

As I came across cross roads, I was so stuck,

But then came a person who held my and took me to a path where he showed me so many dreams
 I felt like I had come to my destination
But I realized it was just the place where I had stop to rest and had to walk back to my destination………….

 

The person so made me like him …….

But when it came walking towards my path I just realized that he could not walk with me I didn’t know what I had to do
 All my friends became so silent; I could not ask any one for direction
Felt like I had lost the track……

 

But I realized……. in neways…………. I had to reach my destination

So I walked towards the road and still I am walking hoping my destination will be the placed I came in search of losing all people who were very close to my heart……………

 

 

you left behind questions unanswered

 

 

 

A friend who made me feel special and treated me as a princess…….

You became so important to me that I could not imagine a day without you

You were so special to me “I can say more special then my friends”

 

Every moment we spent together with each other is now just remains as memories

But these memories are sweet and special only for me I think???

Though you don’t love me I still do love you

Bcoz for the first time a guy who made me feel special was you

 And now even if I want I cannot stop my mind from thinking about you

I m still waiting for you ………………….

 

But at times I think that which the moment that I met you is

Who brought us together? And why?  For what reason?

 Bcoz I could not even see a line that connected or joined us together …….

 

But still I am searching for an answer!!!!!!!

Why did we meet??

Was it for your benefit or mine…???

I am clueless………….. 

 

But I think I was successful in understanding you

I was a friend who understood the pain you went through

But you still did not understand me

But you were trying to understand me

Still you made my life confusion

Bcoz I don’t know what was happening to me

I knew what you were doing was bad…….or what you had done was bad

But that did not matter to me Bcoz you wer MR. Perfect to me

 

I can still write a huge poem on you but ……….hmm…..

 I think deeply and sit to write it will leave behind only tears that will hurt me more than you

But what a strange thing we are still best friend may be Bcoz god has another plan for us OR is it Bcoz……?????????........................why???????

Some question are yet to be answered who will answer them for me………….??????????????????